Page 119 of Pucking the Enemy

A small, belligerent part of my pregnant brain wanted to disagree, because donuts and ice cream tasted pretty fucking fantastic, if you asked me, but that thought was quickly banished from my mind as Roman bent down, nipping at my chest, sending sparks though my body.

“How do you want to do this?” Roman asked, his fingers taking over where his mouth had just been, tugging and twisting my nipples with skilled precision.

I wouldn’t admit it to them, but I had been doing a little internet research to figure out the best ways I could get a pussy stuffed full of cock while sporting a large, pregnant belly.

“Lying down, with you behind me, Seb in front of me,” I instructed.

Roman’s eyebrows raised, surprised I had an immediate answer, but not questioning it.

Before laying me down in the nest, the pair of them quickly spread my legs, leaving me bare and open to them.

It took a moment to get situated, but by the time Roman slid behind me, I had been so distracted by Seb’s kisses that I hadn’t realized Roman had already taken off his clothes.

I wasn’t complaining.

His bare cock brushed against my ass as he pressed himself against me, molding his body to mine.

Roman’s lips found my neck while Seb made himself busy tormenting my nipples. They were already extra sensitive, so every little touch made my brain vibrate with the intensity.

“I can’t fucking wait to make you mine,” Roman growled into my neck, nipping lightly. “How do you want to do this?”

“When you knot me.” I nodded, enthusiastically wriggling in their arms. They were taking too long. I was ramped up, having spent all the previous night thinking about what they were going to do to me and the various ways my seduction attempt could have succeeded.

“Thank god,” Roman huffed. “I was hoping you would say that.”

I turned my attention to Seb. “You’re far too dressed,” I grumbled, plucking at his shorts.

“You don’t need to tell me to get naked twice.” He laughed, tweaking my nipple for good measure before pulling back just enough so he could slide his shorts and boxers off, his cock springing free, precum already glistening on the tip.

Yummy.

I wrapped my hand around Seb’s cock, tugging his length.

“Are you ready for me, omega?” Roman asked in a rough voice, his hand snaking around my hip to brush against my pussy.

I kept up my movements on Seb’s cock and opened my legs as Roman’s fingers found my clit.

“Fuck me, you smell delicious,” Seb said. “How wet is she, Roman?”

“Fucking drenched and needy for us. Such a good omega.”

“Our good omega.”

Overstimulated, I couldn’t find the words to reply as I wiggled in their grasp. Hands gripped my hips as Roman’s cock ground into my ass.

It wasn’t enough. I needed more. More friction, more stimulation. Just more of everything they could give me. My ass thrust backwards, desperately seeking, as Roman strummed my clit.

Hooking my leg over his arm, Roman spread my legs. Cool air hit my damp pussy as he lined himself up.

Thank fuck.

“Ready?” Roman asked.

“I was ready yesterday!” I snarled.

Pain blossomed across my chest when Seb nipped at me, tutting disapprovingly. “Play nice, omega. You needed to sleep.”

“I need knots more,” I whined.

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