My dick throbs so powerfully against her thigh this time that Damara screams. I slam my hand over her mouth because of the potential for danger upstairs, and that only makes Damara’s screaming worse.
“Be quiet,” I snarl. “I’m not trying to fuck you, I’m trying to figure out what the hell is going on.”
Her knee gets dangerously close to hitting my balls and instead of comforting her by loosening my grip, Damara forces me to spread her hips apart and pin her to the pool table with her pussy lips spread just to stop her from getting away.
“Stop. Fucking. Fighting.”
Terror paralyzes her in place, allowing me the slightest bit of peace. Only slight. The hard part is my dick straining against her bare thigh, desperate to enter her again. I might not consciously remember what it was like to be inside this woman, but my dick certainly does.
“We need to find our clothes and make sure whoever drugged us didn’t kill everyone upstairs. No matter how your ass feels right now… we’re on the same side.”
I don’t trust her enough to move my hand yet.
“Nod if you understand.”
Chapter Four
Damara
The drug coursing through my veins makes me feel like I haven’t slept in days. I don’t have the strength to fight Magnum off. He’s too large, even if I didn’t have this imposition on my well-being. If he’s not a liar, if we both were drugged, he’s right that there might be problems upstairs. I need my clothes and more importantly, I need my cell phone.
Magnum’s bare cock presses against my thigh, sending shivers of fear through me and an uncomfortable throbbing between my legs. I can feel his cum gushing around inside of me and I have to force down the feeling of sickness that I had sex with a man and I don’t remember a single second of it. He might be attractive, but members of the Rebel Barbarians Motorcycle Club seem to come with a whole lot of baggage.
The basement is cool enough that I’m painfully aware of my nudity and my nipples… I’m not the type to just take my clothes off and fuck on a pool table. I must have been drunk off my ass or under the influence of something much stronger. The chilliness makes my joints ache, probably worsened by the effects of alcohol and the mystery drug.
Without Magnum’s body keeping me warm, I’ll need to race for anything to keep me warm or I’ll be forced to beg for hishulking body over mine again. I nod slowly as he asks the question, “Nod if you understand.”
I need to get out of here. He’s a part of the club, so I can trust him or Tamiya’s crazy ass husband will get his ass.
Magnum removes his hands slowly, his eyes never leaving mine with painful closeness until he believes that I won’t scream. He eases his large, muscular body off the pool table and I am forced to admire how impressive it is that a man could even get that big. He must eat as much as a horse, especially to keep such built, well-defined legs like that.
His cock dangles between his legs semi-hard, causing another confusing flinch between my legs. I shouldn’t look at his dick, but judging by the warmth between my legs, there’s really no point at shyness. I scramble off the table so Magnum doesn’t rush over and pin me down again. He searches the perimeter of the small basement while I make a beeline for a stack of clothing on the floor. I don’t recognize any of the clothes as my own, but I don’t care. Why aren’t our clothes down here?Weird…
These circumstances are fucked up enough, but the missing clothing makes it seem more intentional. Did we get nakedbeforegetting to this basement? Ugh. My head hurts. So much for finding myself. I can’t even find my thong.
I peel a black t-shirt off the floor and grey sweatpants that are too big for me, but still too small for Magnum.
“I hear nothing,” he says in a gruff voice before stalking over to me. His big dick swings between his legs as he walks over to me and I can’t help but stare at his member, even if I should be looking for an escape instead of staring at the beast lurking around the room.
He doesn’t appear self-conscious at all about his nudity as he stands before me and glances up and down.
“Did you drug me?” Magnum presses again. My heart flutters nervously because not only is he close to me, but his cock issemi-hard as he stands so close to me I can feel the heat off his body.
“No.”
I hand the remaining clothes on the floor to Magnum, hoping he takes the hint and gets dressed. He takes a t-shirt from the stack first instead of underwear. Is this man out of his mind? He sets the rest of his clothes on the table and I glance down at his dick again as Magnum slides the shirt over his gigantic body.
Fuck. He’s huge and it really is all muscle. Even his abs. Apparently, I already fucked this man… I might as well check out what he’s working with. My stomach throbs when I look at his dick again because there’s just no way I fit that big old thing inside me…
Magnum grunts and finally grabs a pair of navy blue sweatpants from the pile and slides them on over his big, muscular thighs and then his ass cheeks jiggle and bounce a bit as he gets into the pants. This white boy isstacked.
“Do you know who did?”
“Why the fuck would I know that?”
“Okay,” he says. “You’re not leaving my side until I find out who the hell drugged us and why…”
“How about we get some Plan B?”
