“Yup. If you expect me to believe you’re more than just talk.”
“All the time we’ve spent in the bedroom hasn’t proven that?”
We’re way too close to a bed for Damara to keep talking this tough. She smirks at me with that fierce, impossible to tame attitude that starts my engine. I kiss her and she kisses back with more lust than the first time. Her hands rush to my face as Damara strokes my beard, sending chills running straight through me as she tugs gently at my face.
My cock stiffens with desire for her and I push my hips against her body, taking her one step closer to the bed with each movement of our tongues against each other. My hands move to Damara’s ass and she grunts as I toss her back onto the bed. My body follows hers as I press her into the mattress. Damn, it feels a lot better than a dang motel.
“I’ll keep showing you how much I love you,” I whisper. “Since you keep casting doubt over me and my feelings. Every day from this point forward, I’ll prove it to you.”
She strips my clothes off with fury I’ve never seen from Damara before. I love how badly she wants to get me naked. After the way we got together, there’s always been this nagging doubt that maybe she won’t really want me after all. So this feels good to have her and to know that we’re going to have this baby together and she won’t be leaving me alone at all.
The way she kisses me gets me rock hard and only increases my lust for her. I crave Damara’s touch desperately. Holding onto her hips, I let her touch me all over, running her fingers over my chest hair and down towards my chiseled abs. I grunt as she touches just over my trousers. Damara’s fingers move deftly over my belt and she maintains her singular focus as I hump her hand like a fucking animal.
My cock springs out of my briefs as Damara grabs hold of the waistband in an effort to set my dick free. I groan as she touches me and try not to cum hard as her hand wraps around my shaft. Damara knows exactly how to please me, but even if she were totally ignorant, just the sensation of her skin against mine might be enough to push me over the edge.
I’m utterly in fucking love with her. She groans and spreads her legs, giving me access to her wetness as she releases my dick from its fabric prison.
“You will make a list of whatever you want when I’m done thoroughly fucking you,” I whisper as I slide my head across Damara’s soaking wet pussy lips. “When I make all your dreams come true, I’ll marry you.”
Damara’s arms swing over my back. I can feel her drawing my body close to hers, practically begging me to spread her pussy lips open and enter her with slow precision. She bites her lip and looks me in the eyes, expecting my cock without agreement.
“You will marry me, Damara?”
“Yes,” she says. “Yes, now stop teasing me, you big brute…”
I chuckle and slide the head of my cock in her, enjoying the loud moan that erupts from Damara’s mouth. She’s so fucking sexy it hurts, honestly. I crave more of her. My hips draw me even closer and I groan as I struggle to get my pierced shaft inside Damara’s tightness.
She’s pregnant. Perfect. Soft. So deliciously tight. My shaft stiffens and I can feel my barbell piercings sinking deeper into Damara’s flesh and rubbing against my cock in a way that nearly causes me to burst inside her myself…Fuck, I want her so badly.
I groan and slide the rest of my cock inside her and our bodies are so close that it feels like we’re one. My hips move and I can’t keep my lips off her. Damara’s nails dig into my back muscles prompting me to move my hips and fuck her harder. She groans as my cock scrapes the very back walls of her tightness and I withdraw slowly, further stimulating Damara’s pulsing walls as I hold her closely against the bed.
Making love to her never gets old. I keep thinking that I missed out on the best part – the first time we got to be together – just because neither of us remembers it. But every time I lay down with Damara, our time together proves itself to be something real and special. Even better than the first time. Her skin is slick with sweat already and the deeper my cock sinks between her legs, the more I want to keep her in place and just keep making love to her.
While I kiss her, I take Damara’s arms and pin them over her head. My fingers travel up the smooth length of her arm as my palms find her troublesome wrists and I hold her down right where I want her. This feels perfect. Right. Not like I’m just going through the motions to scratch an itch.
I just really fucking need this woman. I hold her against me and move my hips as I pin her to the bed, showing her exactly what I feel with each movement. When I withdraw slowly at first,Damara’s back arches and her hips move to meet my thrusts as she wrestles what little control she can from me in this position.
It’s so fucking hot.And I get to make her body feel good too. With one hand keeping Damara pinned to the bed, I snake another one between her legs as my pace increases with the natural urge I have to draw myself to orgasm. Damara’s body changes when my fingers slide between her pussy lips and easily find her hard, fully aroused clit. I can feel the gooseflesh breaking out across her skin as the moans get louder and Damara’s body responds with heat and more desire to my fingers strumming her pussy.
Fuck, how those soft lips feel beneath my fingers as I rub her to a climax make me want to taste her. It’s too late for any more messing around though. She’s close. I bend my head to Damara’s neck so I can kiss her softly. The moment my lips touch her neck, I feel it happen. She gasps as her chest tightens and I feel her pussy tightening around my cock with unconscious force as a powerful climax rips straight through Damara’s body.
Her nipples harden into pinpricks against my chest and I move my hips even faster as my own powerful climax overwhelms me. Muscles tense and my cock hardens. I lose control over myself, becoming one with my animal desires for Damara. I release my grip on her hands and they rush to hold my body close. Not to push me away.
Our lips lock as our bodies remain tangled and I release a gush of my seed between her legs. Warmth spreads as we find ourselves unable to separate from each other after finishing. I can feel my seed forming a deep cushion inside Damara’s wetness and her walls tighten and throb long after I think the pleasure has gone from her. I don’t want her to let go of me and she doesn’t for a while. When she stops clinging to my back, Damara’s fingers rush to my hair, which she enjoys with fascination that she tries to hide.
My heart throbs. I would sell my fucking soul for this pink-haired woman… I wanted her the first time I saw her. Ineverwould have hurt her, even under the influence of drugs and alcohol. I couldn’t do such a thing to Damara. But she has a past, I know, and I can’t imagine how hard it must be for this precious thing to trust again.
“Make me a list of what you want,” I whisper. “I’ll get it for you. I can be the man you need me to be. I know it’ll take time for you to believe me.”
She looks at me with pleading vulnerability.Don’t crush me.I squeeze her tighter. “I love you, Magnum.”
I laugh. “I know. But when the dick wears off, you still have all those little things that keep you up at night. I’ll take care of all of it.”
“What if I ask for my own Harley?”
“We ride Indian Scouts in this family or in my case, a Ducati. So I’ll push back a little there. But if your crazy ass wants to ride… I’ll buy you the sexiest bike on the market.”
Damara giggles and her pussy throbs around my cock again. If she’s not careful, I’ll have to keep her here and make love to her until sunrise. Her fingers move from my hair to my back again and my dick gets semi-hard inside her. She smirks, making me suspect that getting me hard again might be her intention.
