Innocent - Roe Horvat Page 0,62
Navid panted, his chest lifting.
“You’re stunning, my treasure.”
Navid flushed at Zana’s words. He held the headboard in a white-knuckled grip above his shoulders, his ribcage heaved, and the golden chain connecting the clamps slithered on his skin with each breath. The sight of the small bump on Navid’s lower stomach did unspeakable things to Zana’s libido. The signs of Navid’s pregnancy made his heart throb, mouth flood with saliva, and his aching cock drool precum like a faucet. The desire mangled his brain.
Writhing, Navid whimpered softly. He spread his legs wider and rolled his hips needily. His dick was purple at the tip and so hard it curved up over his underbelly. A wet spot formed on the white sheet between his ass cheeks. Zana cupped his balls and lifted them, and Navid brought his knees up and to the sides. The small star had swelled with Navid’s pregnancy. It protruded from Navid’s crease and was constantly wet, resembling swollen lips puckered up for a kiss. Zana rubbed one finger over the enlarged opening, and Navid moaned with the simple touch.
“Zana, please, I need you inside me.”
“You want me to fuck you?”
“Yes. Please.”
“How do you want it? Say it.”
“I want you to hold me down with your hands on my thighs. Split me wide open so I can’t move. Fuck me thoroughly. I want you to drag your fat cock through my flesh slowly but deep so I can savor it. I want to feel every inch.”
“Oh, I love it when you speak like this. My sweet, dirty boy.”
Zana did exactly what Navid had asked for, and the luxuriating moans Navid rewarded him with made Zana’s balls draw up way too soon. Unable to stop it, he came buried in Navid’s hole while Navid still panted and whined. His hormone-laden body was rested and demanded more than one simple release.
“Navid, love, I want to try something. You need to trust me, though.”
“I do. Of course I trust you,” Navid assured him quickly. He didn’t know what he was saying, though.
Zana needed to make himself clear. “I want to put my hand inside you.”
Despite what he’d just said so certainly, Navid stared at him in shock. “Your hand?”
“Yes. You’re almost five months pregnant, darling boy. Your body is softening up, opening wider. Some people claim fisting during pregnancy feels like knotting.”
“Fist…” Navid swallowed. “Fisting?”
Zana pulled out his softening cock, and a little of the cum trickled out. Using two fingers, Zana pushed it back.
“Don’t think about it. Close your eyes and feel. If it gets too much, tell me.”
Three fingers were easy. After his climax, Navid was loose and leaking slick. Zana sensed his nervousness, but he kept massaging the plump tissue in his hole, delving deeper. He added his pinkie, tucking it to the other fingers, and Navid hadn’t even noticed.
“Darling. This is four fingers.” Zana pushed until the knuckles slid in and his thumb rested over Navid’s taint. “How does it feel?”
Navid wiggled down the bed and grabbed his knees to hold himself spread out. “Good. It’s good.”
“But not deep enough?” Zana scissored his fingers in Navid’s flesh.
Navid whimpered softly. “No.”
“You need it deeper, love?”
“Yes. Please.”
“I know you can take my fist in you. Just like my knot. Imagine how good it’ll feel when I fuck you with it.”
As he spoke, he put his thumb into his palm and pumped gently, stretching Navid’s pucker wider and wider. The slick oozed from Navid’s body, and Navid groaned on each thrust.
“You need me deeper. Let me inside you, darling. Let me make you feel better.”
Zana hadn’t told Navid, but he’d watched a video about this. Fisting during pregnancy was not only extremely pleasurable for the omega, but it was also supposedly beneficial as preparation for giving birth. The main reason why Zana was so intrigued by fisting was the complete trust and submission the act required from the omega. He wanted to be allowed into Navid’s body in the ultimate way.
He’d expected a struggle or at least some frustration. Instead, as soon as he thrust deep enough, the stretched skin of Navid’s hole simply slid over his knuckles and down to his wrist. His hand got pulled into the oven of Navid’s underbelly.
Crying out, Navid threw his head back, but then he went limp with what looked like relief.
Somewhat shocked, Zana stilled. He stared at the taut rim enclosing his wrist. It looked so violent. Fear pierced him like needles. What had he just done? A faint whimper. He shot his