He hits that pressure point again and I can’t help but moan. I swat Magnum hard and he just laughs with smug self-satisfaction. Just because I like a foot massage doesn’t mean that I need Magnum’s tongue going between my folds everywhere.
“Aren’t you worried about what we might find out in Texas?”
I try to pull my foot away from Magnum, which only makes him clamp down harder. I’m screwed if I want to get away from him tonight.
There’s still only one bed in this studio apartment and I doubt that I’m going to convince Magnum to sleep on the couch. And I can’t make him, because he’s too fucking large for me to push away. I can’t even get my foot away from him right now.
I grunt and try to pull my foot away from him again while I grunt with frustration. “What does having your tongue between my legs have to do with that?”
“It would calm me down.”
“I see,” I grumble, grunting and making another failed effort to get my foot away from him. It doesn’t work and Magnum makes it worse by dragging more of my leg over his thigh so he can give me a much deeper massage.
Magnum’s thumbs run along the sides of my calf and it feels so fucking good that I moan again. Holy shit, he’s so good at massaging me that I’m losing my will to fight.
“I’ll suck on your pussy like a damn crab leg,” Magnum grunts. “If you just say the word…”
“What if I say the word ‘no’?” I tease Magnum, moving my foot over the top of his crotch as he holds my leg and finding the bulge pushing through his pants. His dick is enormous and pushing through his trousers already, even if all he’s done is touch my bare legs. I’m so heavy from the pregnancy and relieved with Magnum’s touch that I am absolutely craving more from him.
I still want to make him work for it. I still want him to fight. Magnum loves a good fight. Pushing against his desire for me only makes him want me more and by now, I should know that. I move my foot again and Magnum’s cock jerks against it again, reminding me of just how big that dick is.
And pierced. I was doing such a good job of keeping Magnum out of my head. But we’re trapped in a hotel room together and the way he presses those thumbs underneath my feet is working for me.
“You won’t say the word no,” Magnum says with a chuckle. “You like when I get my tongue up there. I’ll eat your little asshole too.”
“Magnum…” I say in mock distress. “You can’t talk like that in front of the baby.”
“Baby can’t hear my dirty talk. I looked it up.”
Whoever taught men how to use the internet can go to hell.
“Well, I can hear it. And I won’t have you talking about your tongue in my asshole.”
“Why not?” Magnum says. “You wouldn’t have to do anything but lie there and spread those cheeks for me.”
He smirks in a way that makes me nervous because… does he really mean it? It’s bad enough we have to be trapped in this studio apartment together. We can’t fuck each other all the way to Texas. I need to gain control over this situation, but when Magnum moves his fingers up the side of my calf, I feel immediately weak.
“Mmmm.”
“Sounds like you already stopped arguing,” Magnum says, flipping me onto my stomach like his personal pancake. I squeal as I edge off the bed enough to balance my baby bump without straight up crushing the baby – who would seemingly be happy to take my pancreas or kidney out in a second if I move the wrong way based on my past experiences.
“Magnum, I’m serious,” I grunt as I try to gain control of my toppled-over body. “Donotput your tongue back there.”
He removes my pants while I try kicking him in the face. I can’t get control of my body and I don’t know if I’m usingallmy energy. Magnum is huge. And I don’t want to fight. We end up in bed together every damn night. I just have to fight enough to prove to myself that I don’t need him. And if I could just get away… I would.
Because I can’t love another man. Not after what the ones before did to me. Not before what I did to them. Once he has my pants off, Magnum kneels behind me and drops to his knees with a masculine grunt. His body is so warm as he kneels behind me and I can feel his arms grasping my legs like he’s about to pull me against his face.
“You arenot,” I grunt, gripping onto the bed and doing my best effort at an army crawl away from Magnum. “Donotlick my ass, Magnum.”
“Fine…” he murmurs, pressing his tongue specifically to my clit. I try not to moan but of course, he knows exactly where to touch to activate my sweet spot and make me cry out witharousal. There’s a tight pressure between my legs and then release as my juices squirt down my thighs.Why the hell am I so weak for this man?
“You liked that, didn’t you?” Magnum whispers, taking his index finger and running it through the juices spilling down my thighs. As he takes some of my juices on his finger, he wipes it off my thigh and then teases his way back up to my pussy lips with that soaking wet index finger.
I fail completely at getting away from him. Magnum’s finger pushes past my entrance and with one thrust, he enters me with his fat index finger, coated with my juices.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he grunts, kissing the top of my ass like he’s proud of me. I moan against my will again as he slides his finger along my inner walls and then pushes that thick finger deep inside me again.
“Look at how your asshole puckers when I put my finger up there,” he whispers as he keeps pumping my pussy with his finger, forcing me to moan with pleasure and making it sound like I agree with him completely.
