I don’t want her to think too deeply about our situation. What if she learns how to DoorDash birth control before I knockher up? I consider Damara suspiciously and then wonder what it would be like to have a kid with her. She’s a damn good cook, so the kids wouldn’t starve, but what about the rest?
Would our kids look like Gabrielle Union? No reason I’m thinking of her in particular, by the way.
“You aren’t my maid. If you don’t want to cook, I’ll hire someone to do it for us.”
“So they can drug and poison us again?” Damara responds. “Don’t be a fool.”
There’s something about her attitude that gets my heart racing and my dick hard at the same time. She’s feisty. I like that she doesn’t listen to everything I say or obey all my commands. It’s a pleasure to tame a creature like Damara.
“Okay, baby. I won’t be a fool if that will make you happy.”
“Baby?” she says. “Why are you calling me that? I’m not your girl. I’m your contract surrogate.”
“Contract? That was a covenant, baby.”
“Is there a reason you’re sniffing around me this morning?”
“I like spending time with you before work. I pushed back my morning meeting by an hour.”
“I farted on your leg last night,” Damara says. “I thought that would turn you off the idea of me entirely.”
She seems confident that her silly tricks to turn me off will work. They won’t. I don’t care where Damara farts as long as she ends her days in my bed withmybaby. The more I envision our life together with this contract, the more excited I feel about how this could really work.
I haven’t had much luck meeting women the conventional way and I’m not the type of man to question fate, if I’m being honest.
“What do you really want, Magnum?”
She sips more water.
“To see your beautiful face.”
Damara rolls her eyes. “I’m going to take a piss.”
“You can do it right here, baby.”
“Disgusting.”
She falls for it. Damara hustles her ass over to the bathroom and I can hear her pissing from the kitchen. Fuck yes. My dick stiffens against my pants as I listen to the sound. I can’t wait to see the results.
Damara returns from the bathroom without giving me a second look. She continues her kitchen tasks while I blatantly ogle her. I can’t run off to collect her piss right away, so I have to keep her distracted for the time being.
“Have you ever been in love?”
“What the hell kind of a question is that?” Damara asks. Her pink hair bounces around her shoulders and I can’t help but imagine wrapping her hair around my wrists as I take her from behind. There’s something about that pink hair that matches Damara’s wild spirit.
“I don’t know. Isn’t that what women talk about? Love? Romance?” I’m teasing her a little bit, but her face gets all serious. Love and romance might be the last thing on her mind.
“I prefer talking about hunting knives and firearms.”
I laugh. I’m not falling for that tough girl crap for a second. I already shared a bed with Damara. I know how her body moves when she cums. This woman is sensitive to her core and I can tell every time our bodies join.
“You’re so full of shit.”
“I’m not,” Damara says. “Trust me. I have no interest in a romantic attachment to a man. It’s not worth it.”
“You’re not that cold-hearted.”
She laughs. “Oh, yes I am. ”
