Page 48 of Tempting Frey
“Can’t do anything about that, sorry.”
But Oliver grinned. He pressed himself to my cock, rubbing his belly against it.
“I’m in love with your cock, Teddy.”
The curve of his stomach touched my hard dick, and I groaned against his wet lips.
“God, Oliver, we did it. You’re pregnant.”
He moaned in response. “There’s this glorious sensation of fullness in my womb. It feels amazing.”
“I love you.”
“I love you too,” he said. Then he rocked, stroking my cock against his stomach. The love and lust merged together, gaining power as he moved. My balls tightened.
“Baby, do you want me to come like this?” I asked breathlessly.
“Yes. Come onto my pregnant belly.”
Those words. I groaned, and my dick jerked in Oliver’s hand. He moved sinuously, and my precum smeared his stomach.
“We’ll do this when I’m bigger. It makes me so horny, Teddy, knowing you’ve put your cum into my womb. It’s in there. Right here. See how deep you’ve fucked me?”
When he sat on my thighs, my cockhead was level with his belly button.
“I love that you got me pregnant. Feels so good. Come all over me, please, Teddy.”
It took only a few more strokes of his little hand and the sensation of his warm belly against the underside of my dick.
“You’ve bred me with this gorgeous cock,” Oliver murmured, and the memory of his womb sucking on my cockhead became so distinct I could almost feel it again.
Luckily, I didn’t grow a knot between waves, but the orgasm was intense. Oliver moaned joyously when my cum splattered onto his stomach and all over his hand. He smeared it under his belly button, over the spot where his womb nestled. Then he licked his hand, his eyes flashing with a new realization.
“This tastes great.”
Buzzing with my climax, I only hummed. Of course he liked the taste of my cum—he was in heat. But I hoped he’d like it even after. Because Oliver sucking my cock? Was such a thing even possible, or would I end up in hell for wanting it?
The setting sun touched the treetops, and Oliver’s hair gleamed copper. I ran my hand down his chest, palmed his belly, and stroked a small circle over it. It was crusty with my drying cum.
Whenever I thought about him being pregnant, a wave of exhilarating joy washed over me, together with arousal.
Oliver put his hand over mine, lacing our fingers together, and as if reading my mind, he whispered, “How come knowing you’ve put a cub in me makes me want you even more?”
He tilted his head to the side, and I swooped in for a kiss. His plush lips parted for me, and our tongues tangled. I caressed his stomach, pressing just a little bit.
Suddenly, Oliver broke the kiss and bit the corner of his lower lip, looking at me expectantly.
“What is it?” I asked.
“Come to my place.”
“Now? What if we meet someone in the street?”
“It’s getting dark. We can sneak over.”
“Why?”
“I want to show you something.”
