Chapter 7. Red Haired Fucking

“Got something to say?” Damien said, planting a kiss on my nipples, and making my post orgasmic feeling last even longer.

I bite my lips, there’s no good way to say this;

“Remember when I said you’d get us in trouble?” I said softly.

“Yeah...”

“Well, I er ... I meant, I am on my period.”

Damien jerked his head up to look at my face. I turned away and closed my eyes, expecting an explosion or an insult of some kind.

But he didn’t say anything.

He just knelt over me, looking as if I had just told him I was pregnant.

Anyway, I don’t need to be a genius to know this night is over even before it started. And honestly, I don’t have the guts to look at Damien.

“Don’t worry,” I said softly, “I ... I know how to take care of myself.”

“I’m ... sorry, I’m just confused,” Damien started, “are you saying there’s a good chance I just got you pregnant?”

“I...” I sighed, “I won’t get pregnant, Damien. I know how it goes, so don’t worry.”

Damien picked my chin with his finger and turned my head so I was looking at him. And ... is he smiling?

“So ... If I fuck you now, there’s a chance I’m fucking a pregnant woman?”

“Why do you sound like that is a fantasy?” I said with a knit in my brows. “And besides, aren’t you supposed to be mad?”

“I always wanted to fuck a pregnant housewife,” Damien said with a small chuckle, “and I...”

He let out a sigh, letting himself trail off as a somewhat distant look enveloped his face. Damien got off me and sat up against the headboard, looking into the space as if longing for something.

“Hey,” I said, sitting up in front of him.

“If my period isn’t bothering you, then why isn’t your dick hard yet,” I said with a sly smile, getting up to sit on him. He chuckled softly and I felt a twitch in his dick.

“Will you hear me out?”

I nodded, wrapping my arms around his neck with my boobs just inches from his lips. But he isn’t looking at my boobs. His hands aren’t even on my ass, they’re barely sitting on my waist as it is.

“So here’s the thing,” Damien started.

“I ... I don’t like this life.” I frowned, and Damien continued, “I don’t like looking over my shoulders, I don’t like punching people to death because they pissed on the wrong tuff, and I definitely do not like Deet’s idea of romance.”

I swallowed, already feeling like I knew where this was headed.

“I...” He paused only for a second, “You know, I have always wanted to run away from it all. You know? Like start somewhere new, find new opportunities, stuff like that.”

“Yeah,” I said with a sigh, “sounds familiar.”

For the next two minutes, neither of us said anything. Not with our mouth, at least.

His eyes never left mine. I didn’t blink. Everything that needed to be said, everything that he didn’t say, and everything that I never told anyone. It’s like ... I don’t know.

It’s like we are of the same mind. And as if on cue, a smile slipped onto our lips at the same time;

“It’s a stupid idea, isn’t it?” He said with a smile playing in his eyes.

“It is a stupid one,” I said, and he nodded in agreement. His hands slipped down to my ass, just as I felt his dick start to harden.

I smiled;

“I feel like you’re reading my mind,” He said with a smirk as he fondled my ass, making me arch my back. Mostly to feel his dick in between my pussy lips and also to give him room to squeeze my ass properly.

Like he said, it’s like he’s reading my mind.

I’d rather have him fuck my brains out than think about stupid things. Or at least grind back and forth on his dick like I’m doing right now.

Fuck, I don’t know if staring at the lust in each other’s eyes while I grinded on him is the best feeling. Or the anticipation of getting all his length inside me in the cowgirl position.

It doesn’t matter either way, I feel good.

He feels good.

With his hands alternating between fondling my ass and sneaking up to my boobs for a squeeze. His rock hard dick twitching every time I glide up to the tip. And the soft groans that escaped his throat to compliment my own horny moans.

It didn’t take long for my orgasm to crawl out of me. Making me vibrate on his dick as I held on to him for balance.

“Fuck,” Damien said with a soft chuckle, “why are you so hot?”

“Want me to fuck your brains out?” I said with a mischievous grin, and he laughed. He probably remembered saying those exact words to me. Except I’m the one doing the fucking now.

I grabbed his dick and centered it on my core.

I know it’s going to be a struggle getting all his thickness into me on my own, but it’s kinda getting me more excited to try.

And fuck, he is big.

Damien smirked as I tried to get him all the way down in vain. I pulled up to the tip and tried again. Moaning softly as he grazed all the sensitive spots in my pussy.

Still, I couldn’t get past the third quarter of his dick.

“Want some help?” He said, and I nodded almost immediately.

“Looks like I’ll be the one fucking your brains out,” Damien smirked, and before I could decline his help which I already accepted;

Damien picked my legs up to his shoulders and positioned himself for a fluid movement as I fell on my back. I barely registered the swift change when he slammed into me.

My groan got cut off as he pulled out and rammed me almost immediately. And then again.

Not pausing, non-relenting. He slammed into me with a force that threatened to collapse the bed. Fucking me without care for his dick invading my womb with every thrust. And I can barely breathe with the mix of lust and pleasure clouding my brain.

He pulled out again and THWAP!

Fuck, it’s like he’s pounding my womb not my pussy.

All of a sudden, he collapsed into me, and I instinctively locked my legs behind his waist, just as my fingers grabbed his hair. Directing his lips to the most sensitive spots on my neck even as he pounded my slurping pussy like a merciless force of nature.

Eliciting moans and groans and growls and yelps ... honestly, I don’t know which one of us groaned or moaned more.

All I can tell is that my orgasm hit almost at the same time as he slammed deep into me and shot a sizzling blast of semen straight into my womb.

The thought of pregnancy invaded my thoughts, but Damien slipped out of me. Leaving an emptiness that quickly got my mind off of everything that didn’t include getting him back in me.

I didn’t have to worry though because Damien is still hard as fuck. All I have to worry about is if I can take his dick in my ass.

It hurt, but I did take him in my ass and, fuck, it felt good in a very weird way.

The night ... Actually, I have no idea when the night ended. Hell, I didn’t realize how long we fucked. Neither did I notice how many orgasms ripped through me or how many times Damien sabotaged my pussy and asshole with his hot semen.

I can’t even tell how much or how many times he blasted his cum straight down my throat.

All I know is that the sun was coming up by the time I collapsed into Damien’s chest after yet another crippling orgasm.

I ... Fuck, I blacked out immediately with his dick still plunged in my pussy and our combined cum struggling to flow out of me.