Magnum
What the fuck is happening to me? Pain searing through every inch of my body awakens me. I can’t move my arm.Fuck.Did I get shot? No. That can’t be possible. The last thing I remember was that curvy woman with the pink hair and now… My eyes flutter open as I groan out again involuntarily from the tingling pain shooting all the way up into my shoulder. My arm is asleep. And that pink hair is resting against it.
I don’t even know where the fuck I am. Or how I got here.What the hell is going on right now?Gently, I try to move the woman off my arm, but realize we’re both balanced precariously on…something.I grunt and try to move Damara, but she makes a pained groaning sound and presses against my body harder.
Fuck. I move my hips slightly and press up against something round and hard. I tilt my face forward, deeper into Damara’s hair and another scent enters my nostrils that solves one mystery. We’re lying on top of a pool table. I don’t know why… or which one…
I try to free myself again gently, but I feel something soft against my bare dick and jolt awake instead of rolling away from her smoothly. My jerky movements wake Damara up and she rolls over onto her back, exposing her tits and frankly, thedisturbing truth of the situation between us. We lock eyes and her face fills with confusion and terror.
“GET AWAY FROM ME!” she screams and before I can react, a hand comes flying towards my face with claw-like acrylic nails digging into my skin. I yelp in genuine pain as this wild woman’s scratches draw blood and send reckless adrenaline coursing through me. I’m naked too. We’re both naked on a pool table and judging by the way this woman fights, she doesn’t remember how the fuck we got here either.
I grab her arm and pin her down against the pool table, only making her scream harder and use her powerful, muscular legs against me instead. She misses my cock when she kicks me, but not for lack of trying. Her feet land in powerful thuds against my thighs and I have to breathe heavily to keep my strength up to pin her down to the table and stop her hitting and kicking.
We’re both naked, offering me an even greater advantage over Damara because of her vulnerability. But for all I know… this woman drugged me. I shift my hips, allowing my cock to brush over Damara’s body as I render her immobile on the pool table with my hips, trying to ignore how my cock feels grazing against her warm, pulsing skin.
Once I have her pinned down with my hands and hips, I breathe slowly and move my gaze to meet hers, hoping she can feel from my body language that although I want her still, I have no plans on hurting her. Her dark brown skin pulses in the blue-grey light filtering through the basement window.
Another answer: we’re in the clubhouse basement. And since this fight hasn’t woken anyone up, we’re down here alone. We had this pool table decommissioned after the last club meeting and I had the new recruits drag it down here, which explains a little, but not enough.
“Calm down,” I whisper to Damara. “Just stay calm…”
She yelps as she struggles against my grasp. I wish she would stop moving. My body can’t tell the difference between her frustration and her desire. The softness of her skin and her curves shifting against me get me rock fucking hard.
“You raped me,” she hisses. “I will not stay calm.”
I don’t know why my next thought is to confirm her accusation. Hot shame and fear spreads through me as I use one hand to keep Damara pinned to the pool table and slide the other between her legs for evidence that we fucked in this basement.
“I didn’t rape you,” I snarl at her, distracting her just enough to slide my finger between her lower lips. Hot, gooey wetness sends a surge of fear straight through me. I pull my exploratory hand away from her and hold them up between us both with evidence of my insemination coating my index and middle fingers.
We both freeze with recognition of the truth. Damara looks up at me like she’s going to spit on me as her last line of defense and my fucked up mind takes complete control. I lean forward and kiss her, shoving her lips open and pressing my tongue inside to make sure she doesn’t make the foolish choice to spit in my face. Damara, despite herself, yields to my kisses. I’m too good. Or she’s formulating a more cruel plan for me. Either way, I kiss her deeply and ignore the panic rushing through my body.
I came inside this woman. I don’t remember doing it, but I definitely came inside her.
I pull away from our kiss and Damara still looks like she wants to slap me, but she doesn’t try and she doesn’t have her lips closed enough to spit on me.
“If you didn’t,” she says angrily. “Why is your cum inside me?”
My dick throbs inappropriately against her thigh. It’s not my fault that her words make my dick hard. It’s instinct to want to leave your cum inside of a woman.
“I don’t remember a fucking thing about last night,” I respond more harshly than I intend to, but with genuine frustration. I can’t blame her for throwing around heavy accusations considering the evidence, but I don’t remember and I would never…
“You drugged me,” she accuses again. “That’s what probably happened. Then you dragged me to this pool table and– OWW!”
She squirms against my grasp again and lands against the 8-ball, which rolls away from her and falls into one of the pockets. I don’t want to allow her to get away from me and run upstairs into more potential danger. We both got drugged. For all I know, the entire club could be dead upstairs. I pin Damara to the table again, her pink hair splashing behind her wildly while she thrashes viciously. Damn it, woman…
“I didn’t drug you,” I growl at her, hoping my stern voice stops this wild ass movement. “I don’t know how the hell I got down here since the last thing I remember is approaching your ass at the bar.”
She grunts and tries to kick me in the balls.
“For all I know, you tried to drugme,” I snarl at her, the realization hitting me that this might all be just a trick. I heard the rumors about what happened to Owen Shaw out in Las Vegas six or seven years ago. Beautiful women can wield pills just as easily as men can.
“Why the hell would I drug your ugly ass?” she says, fighting against my strong grasp on her wrist.
“Ugly?” I growl. “If I was so ugly, you wouldn’t have bothered to drug me.”
My heart quickens as Damara’s squirming beneath me gets my cock hard. The more she moves, the worse my arousal becomes.
“I would never drug a filthy beast like you,” she says. “I would alsoneverin a million years let you cum inside me.”
