Page 55 of Tempting Frey
“Yes. Come all over my belly,” Oliver said. “Cover it with cum.”
This early, and when I was so aroused, my filter was nonexistent. “You’re all knocked up. Sweet pregnant belly.”
“Uh-huh. I loved you breeding me. Loved your cock in my womb.”
Then he sneaked his hand between us and found my balls. He squeezed gently, and pleasure crashed down on me. Rubbing my pulsating cock over his belly, I came my brains out.
I collapsed next to him and peered at him. Oliver was flushed, his glistening eyes pinned on me, and he smeared the cum over his stomach. Lifting his knees, he reached lower.
I sat up as if electrocuted. The climax lingered in my system as I watched the miracle that was my mate.
Stained with my cum, Oliver pleasured himself, looking up at me guilelessly. He circled his hole with slippery fingers and stroked his cock.
I wanted to eat him alive.
“Are you sore?” I rasped.
“A little.”
“Hands on the headboard.”
His eyes widened. Swiftly, he grabbed the plank above his head. I placed my hands on the backs of his thighs and admired the sight. His hole was pouting, the rim puffy from heat. The cum smears glistened on his stomach and hard cock. His balls were drawn up tight.
I moved down the bed and bent over to push my tongue into his hole. I could taste myself on his rim, but the flavor of Oliver’s slick took over. I ate him out with all I had, swirling my tongue as deep as I could reach.
He made the most glorious sounds, and soon, his seed joined mine on his stomach.
Panting, he squinted at me through his eyelashes as I stroked his cute little belly, now covered all over with cum.
“Good morning to you too,” I said.
Oliver laughed.
“I should clean up,” he said, eyes twinkling. “But I don’t want to.”
“Just a minute.”
I petted his skin, my hand sliding through the mess. When it got sticky and started snagging on the soft hair below his belly button, Oliver sighed.
“Shower.”
I patted his hip. “Go. I’ll make breakfast.”
“Coffee?”
“Coming right up.”
I was pottering around in the kitchen when a loud banging on the door startled me. Oliver was in the shower, so I tied the strings on my sweats and ambled to the hall.
More banging.
“I’m coming!” I groused, annoyed.
I opened the door… and wished I hadn’t.
Chickie stood there, in full uniform, hands on his belt.
“What the fuck, Frey?”
