Page 86 of Omega in Hiding

I grab one of the tops, frowning. “Maybe we should just eat here. I don’t really feel like going out in public.”

Paolo manages to get one of the jean legs off, but stops what he’s doing when I say that. “Why?”

“Because, I feel ugly.” I rest my hands on my rounded belly. “And when we sit in a booth, the table always hits my stomach.”

“Then we won’t sit at a booth.”

“But you like booths,” I murmur, picking up another top I toss it down again. “Yeah, let’s not go out.”

Paolo pulls off the other jean leg and sits beside me on the bed. “Connor, you’re so sexy. I don’t know why you always feel self-conscious.”

I meet his admiring gaze. He really does seem to find me attractive. I don’t know why or how, but he always wants sex, so he must find me at leastmildlysexy. “I wanted to be pregnant all my life, but now that I am, I’m miserable,” I whimper.

“Are you?” he asks softly. “I’m sorry, baby.” He leans in and kisses me.

I respond, feeling better as his warm, eager mouth covers mine. I open to his tongue and my dick hardens. I’m exceedingly horny lately. I know it’s raging hormones, but it’s kind of inconvenient to need to fuck twenty-four-seven. Luckily, Paolo is always interested if I am.

Paolo stands and pushes me onto my back. I’m self-conscious that my big belly sticks up so high, but he just leans over and kisses it. He slowly peels my briefs off, and moves from my stomach to my cock. He licks and sucks my dick as slick pulses from my hole. “I’m getting the comforter dirty,” I moan.

“I don’t give a fuck, Connor,” he growls, and then goes back to sucking my cock.

I groan and fuck his mouth, my fingers clutching his dark, silky hair. I’m on the verge of climaxing, when he pulls his mouth off of me. He stands and lifts my legs up, resting them on his shoulders. Then he unzips his dress pants, and rubs his cock over my slick hole.

“Does this mean we’re not going to lunch?” I ask, smiling.

He’s not smiling though. He looks like a ravenous wolf as he presses his dick to my aching hole. He holds my gaze as he pushes inside me, and I gasp and cry out, body trembling with pleasure.

“You need to stop feeling self-conscious, Connor.” He grits his teeth, lust buzzing in his blue eyes. “I can’t get enough ofyou. I’d fuck you every hour of every day if I could. I’m insatiable where you’re concerned.”

“Yeah?” I whimper, stroking my dick as I stare into his eyes. “You like fucking me?”

He growls and doesn’t bother answering with words. He answers with his body by thrusting deeper and faster. I arch my back, squeezing my dick, and riding his cock. “Fuck me, Paolo. Fill me.”

“Fucking right I will,” he whispers, sweat gathering on his forehead. He closes his eyes, lips parted. “Oh, shit. Connor, fuck, need to come inside your tight little hole.”

“Do it.” I clutch the comforter, panting as he rams into me. My belly shakes and rocks as he uses my hole. “Oh, God,” I whine. “So good. So deep.”

He grips my legs, eyes glittering as his orgasm approaches. “Love you, Connor.”

“Love you,” I whisper as our eyes meet. “Oh, shit,” I cry out as my cock spurts cream all over the bottom of my fat belly. My entire body jerks and shudders as pleasure washes through every inch of me.

“Yeah, love watching you shoot,” he rasps, then he’s coming too. His mouth opens as he pumps his warm load deep inside me. He thrusts and thrusts until his cum is deep in my body. Then he slumps and rests his hands on the bed on either side of my hips. “Fuck, I needed that.”

I smile, feeling much happier now. “Me too.”

He pinches the base of his cock to stop his knot. The doctor told us not to do that past five months, so we’ve had to refrain. But that’s okay. Any sex is good sex with Paolo.

He leans down and kisses me, his hands warm on my belly. “I say we have lunch, then we go clothes shopping.”

“No, nothing ever fits me.” I pout.

He smiles. “Not for you, silly. For the baby. You love shopping for the baby.”

I brighten. “Oh, yeah. I love that. Let’s do that.”

He grabs tissues and wipes my belly clean. “Then we can get ice cream later. They have Butter Brickle back in stock. I called to ask.”

“They do?” I squeak. “I thought they didn’t stock it this time of year.”

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