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“Are you sure?”
“Yeah,” I say, giving him a smile. Then I look down at the grave one more time. “We’ll visit again soon, Tiger.”
We turn and head back to the village, going slow because the guys won’t let me walk faster than a snail in my condition—pregnant and ready to pop.
They don’t understand that I’m not fragile and won’t break; that a women’s body is made for pregnancy and babies can withstand a lot. If I fell, it’s likely I’ll be fine. No, I don’t want to fall and I appreciate them being so worried. It’s adorable, really. I do just wish they would back off a little bit.
My pregnancy hormones are making me a little cranky, I’ll admit. Especially because I’m so uncomfortable at this stage.
We stop at Willow’s house on the way back to the car to pick up the pies she made for us. There is something about the crust that I have been craving, so she’s made me extras.
I’ve already said goodbye to everyone else, and let them know I may not visit next month at my normal time because we will have a new addition to our family. But we will visit with the baby as soon as we can, because this is their family too.
The car ride home is uncomfortable. Every position is uncomfortable these days. Lying down feels the best, so when we get home, I go right to our bedroom and crawl into bed.
Pierce crawls over me, hovering above me and kiss my neck.
I smile, turning so I can kiss him.
It’s slow, but quickly heats up.
Another thing this pregnancy has done is make me super horny. I want to fuck them all the time. Literally, I can’t get enough.
“I don’t think we should,” Pierce says.
“Just go easy,” I say, reaching for the button on his pants. “Come on. I know you want to.”
“I always want to, sweetheart, I just—”
“If you won’t, I will,” Forge says, sliding in on the other side, his mouth finding my neck.
I giggle as I kiss him.
“Rude,” Pierce says, and it just makes me laugh more.
Pierce
“You snooze, you lose,” Forge says, lifting up her shirt and kissing her swollen belly.
It’s so crazy to think that our baby is in there, and soon will be out here, in our arms.
Forge tugs down Raewyn’s pants. She lifts up to help him, but it’s difficult because she can’t lay on her back. She says she can’t breathe that way, so she prefers to be on her side.
When her pants are off, I lift her leg and bury my face between her legs, lapping at her pussy.
“You know I can’t deny you,” I say, taking a break to look up at her.
Her lips are parted, pupils blown.
I go back to her pussy, suckling on her clit.
Her fingers slide through my hair, gently tugging on the strands to guide me where she wants me to go.
Forge nudges me, so I push over, allowing him room to slide his cock inside her. It’s awkward, but we make it work. She comes quickly, grasping onto both of us.
“Keep going,” she says. “I want more.”
Forge keeps going, sliding in and out of her gently.