Page 89 of Sincerely, Pack Pucked
“Let’s get these clothes off, sweetness.” Saint reached for the hem of Mable’s shirt, and I helped him to pull it up over her head.
She’d taken to wearing these much softer, no-wire-in-sight bras, and I was such a fan. They allowed me to feel everything underneath and we could pull them up over her head too. Mable hissed as we did, a heavy sigh leaving her.
“Mable?” Saint questioned. “Use your words, honey. Talk to us.”
She squeezed her eyes shut, then nodded. “Umm, they’re really sensitive right now.”
“Your nipples?” I leaned down to one, gliding my tongue over it. “That’s fun.”
Nodding ever more frantically, Mable arched, gripping my arm. “Yes, and like, umm, my entire breast. Just please…please be gentle with them.”
Saint slid down onto his knees, his hands going for Mable’s waistband. “Of course, sweetness. We’re going to take suchgoodcare of you.”
With Mable’s shirt off now and her sweet face all scrunched up from the sensations that were probably bordering on overwhelming, she kept up that nod, bobbing her head like it was helping to get her through each moment. I admired her, running my hungry stare over her body as all my instincts cried out for me to claim this perfect treat entirely. The scent of maple was strong in the air, along with the heady combination of my scent and Saint’s that smelled like strawberry jam. Mable was really starting to look visibly pregnant now, the round swell of her belly, this perfect bump that sat below the tantalizing swells of her breasts. I dropped my lips to her breast again, quickly moving to her nipple.
“Jasper!”
She cried out as I sucked her into my mouth. Her fingers laced through my hair, and I was gentle but insistent as I circled it over and over with my tongue. I loved how responsive she was. I loved everything about her body and sounds. I could listen to them on repeat, my own personal soundtrack of heaven.
“Keep your hips up like that, baby. Let me get your pants off.” Saint was already at work guiding the maternity leggings down Mable’s legs.
The nice thing about having another person here for this, and hell, having abunchof others around, was that getting Mable naked went so much faster. As Saint got her undressed from the waist down, I pulled off my shirt and whipped off my sweatpants and boxers in a flash.
It would be just my luck if Devin came home right as we were starting and interrupted us. I wasn’t taking that chance, so I hurried to help Saint with Mable’s socks so that he could strip too.
“That’s so much better, Maple girl.” She looked up at me with lust-lidded eyes, smiling through the blushing as Saint and I ate her up with our eyes. “We’re going to need more room, though.”
“I can fix that.” Saint grinned, shoving the coffee table out of the way. “Hang on, sweetness.”
He leaned forward to scoop Mable into his arms, and I picked up what he was putting down. With her in his arms, I scooted the cozy nest supplies down from the couch and onto the floor. Pillows and blankets piled up on the fluffy rug.
Grinning, I gestured with my head at the setup. “Our own little fuck nest.”
Mable laughed. “Oh my god.” But then she looked down at it, and Saint sat down with her in his lap. “Oof, oh, you’re so…umm…”
I couldn’t help but smirk. Kneeling in front of them, I could see what Mable was feeling. Yeah, Saint and I were bothveryready to treat our sweet omega like a double-stuffed Oreo. I wanted to see her beautiful face, though, and I knew Saint wouldn’t mind switching spots.
“Turn her around in your lap, Saint.” I moved a pillow out of the way so that I could kneel between Mable’s legs when he got her ready.
He rolled his eyes but got Mable situated so that her back was against his chest, her ass perched right on top of his cock. My own twitched as I caught the sight of slick gleaming on her thighs, and before we got this show to the finale, I found Mable’s seam with my lips, sliding my tongue against her clit.
“Ugh!” Mable reached down for my head, grabbing my hair, and Saint threw her other arm over his shoulder so that he could grip a handful of her breast. “Jasper, I…oh my…”
I ate her up happily, making sure she was good and ready to take both of us. There was no way we were pushing Mable too fast, after all. This was our sweet girl, and I was going to fuck her like the princess she was.
While Saint gave it to her just the same.Way better than Mario Kart.
Chapter 32
Saint
As far as firsts with people, having my first threesome with Jasper and Mable was fucking amazing. I’d been dreaming of the moment when Mable and I would come together again, and not a single part of me was upset about the fact that Jasper was here too. I mean, it was undeniably hot to see her being eaten out by him, knowing that both of us were going to fill her up and take care of her.
“You look so gorgeous, sweetness.” I massaged her breast as her back rested against me, remembering that she was overly sensitive. “You’re doing soverygood.”
“Uhh,” Mable whimpered, her eyes tightly closed as Jasper warmed her up for us. “It’ssoooogood. I…oh, hell…”
It was the most I’d heard Mable curse, and it was a sorry attempt at it, which made her that much more adorable. I adored this woman so damn much, and I was man enough to admit I was living my dream with her potentially carrying my child and becoming more and more entwined with the pack.
