ROMANCE: BILLIONAIRE ROMANCE: Completely Obsessed (Bad boy Alpha Male Pregnancy Romance) (New Adult and College Contemporary Romance)

by Charlotte Sloan

  I was, quite simply, rounding out...

  Understandably enough I panicked at first, not having a clue what in God's name I should do with myself, what steps I should take, or even, when I stepped back and thought about it, which of the two of my most recent lovers might have been responsible for impregnating me. Between the irregularity of my periods up to that point and the proximity in time of their pricks being inside me, I had no earthly way of calculating which of the two could possibly have been my baby daddy.

  At any rate, I was unsure which answer I would have honestly preferred- the complete stranger, about which I knew not a single fucking thing, or the man who I'd once loved but who had betrayed my trust and utterly sabotaged my life? Neither of them, of course, was an ideal candidate to assist in raising my firstborn child, and I struggled with indecision for some time as I struggled to make heads or tails of this most unpleasant situation.

  But I was swelling up so massive at this point that I looked as though I might reasonably have swallowed a blue ribbon award winning pumpkin at the county fair, and I knew that, whatever I decided to do about the situation, something had to be done as quickly as possible.

  Seeing no other option for myself at this point, I worked up every ounce of mettle in my engorged, overburdened body, and called up both Zach and Mark back to back, asking the two of them to come over to my place as soon as they could, that I had something important that I needed to say to them in person, stressing that it was very, very important.

  As each man stepped into my apartment, their jaws nearly hit the floor at sight of me, and comprehension seemed to dawn across their faces in a mere, sudden instant. Then the two of them looked at one another, and their eyes began to flash with mistrust, as though each of them was suddenly pissed at the other for having potentially gotten me pregnant. Even though, quite reasonably, neither of them any longer staked any claim whatsoever on my wet, pregnant vagina.

  Now, from this point onward I don't recall with any degree of precision the exact turn of events. I remember, quite vividly, that there was a very erotically charged atmosphere hanging over the room from the get-go. Even if it wasn't immediately clear why that should be the case. I suppose it was sort of a turn-on, having these two strapping men in the company of this fragile, inflated woman with one of their babies in the oven, not knowing which of them was responsible for planting his seed in me, and confronting my two most recent sex partners at once with the matter.

  And maybe it was something to do with the hormones pumping through my pregnant body as well, but for whatever reason I found myself stopping and shuddering every few minutes with arousal, closing my splayed thighs as though to ease up on my lurid want for these men's cocks in me. Knowing that I was running just a bit wild with my fantasizing and that things needed to be toned down a good notch or two for propriety's sake.

  And quite frankly, I don't know what precisely did the trick on the part of my two lovers, or what excuses they might later have cobbled together to go about explaining what soon unfolded. Maybe theirs was the same excuse as my own, a mix between the inherent eroticism of this most taboo scenario, and the chemical signals my swollen body was sending subtly out to them, Inviting them torturously in toward it, making them want me even as they shuddered with the prospect of a lifetime of responsibility wrapped up inside my womb.

  But whatever the reason, as I went about explaining what it was I had to say to the two of them. I could see them growing aroused like all hell at the melting and distorting of my lips around my own words, their nostrils flaring, and their anatomies actually trembling as I spotted the mutual inflation of their two hot, throbbing cocks through the crotches of their jeans.

  And the next thing I knew, largely without any warning, the two men were on me, my body inviting the two of them gladly into it as they devoured my pregnant flesh with splendid enthusiasm, the two men ravishing me at once, and the effect eclipsing anything in the world I might ever have imagined.

  Zach and Mark proceeded to positively ravish me, lapping me up with such astonishing hunger that I could scarcely sit still beneath their furious, insistent kisses, their lips pecking hot, wet, juicy against every exposed inch of my flesh, their tongues sliding along every contour, twirling through every nook and every crevice, coating me up with so much saliva that I thought I might slide straight out from in between the two of them.

  My own body's more natural lubrication keeping pace quite well as my arousal began to grow, my pussy burning for further penetration despite the fact of my body already being fully sated with sperm, as so readily evidenced by my immense pregnant stomach.

  With great care the men wrapped their arms around me, wanting to become violent with their enthusiasm, I could tell, but restraining themselves just barely on behalf of both myself and one of their buns in my oven. That precious little carrier of their genetics to which no harm could befall, and the vessel containing it whose flesh they treated with the absolute utmost of reverence.

  We twirled and pirouetted our collective with extreme care from the sitting room of my apartment directly into the bedroom, the door closed behind us so that our triadic love could proceed to become consummated in earnest from here on out.

  They ravished my trembling immensity with their kisses and caresses, the palms of their hands sliding across every sensitized surface of my pregnant flesh as they felt up every square inch of my anatomy. Their touches, even through the fabric of my clothes, causing me to positively burn with sensation, my jaw quaking as I anticipated the prospect of being taken by these two sexpots, and the two of them, as I grew more delicate and shrank away with fear, growing all the more adamant in their efforts. The scene getting hotter and hotter and hotter as the moments slipped by, and their cocks, I could see plainly, getting harder and harder and harder all the while...

  Before I knew it the two sexpots were peeling out of their shirts, the fabric melting from their heaving, sweaty chests and crumpling silently to the floor, and for a moment they studied one another. Very cautiously placing their hands on one another and exploring the terrain, astonishing me, and making me wonder just how far I might possibly take this... I cleared my throat, and the two of them looked over at me, slightly embarrassed at being caught like this, but even more taken aback. I could tell, when I asked them, in full seriousness, to make out with one another while I touched myself to the sight of them doing so.

  They looked at one another in sheer stupefaction, and for a moment I thought they might be getting ready to tell me to go to hell for such an absolute absurd suggestion. But then, lo and behold, it turned out they would do just about anything they could to please their pregnant woman, and I gasped as they flung into one another's arms, each of them taking what I assumed to be their first ever taste of another man's lips.

  Their arms groping one another and their lips pecking on lips, chests, necks, their surprising bisexuality nearly causing me to pass out right there on the bed. Coming to my senses, then, I began to do as I had planned, squeezing hold of my own sensitized tit in response to the visual stimulus before me, and reaching between my splayed thighs, meanwhile, and playing with my pussy through the fabric of my stretch pants. Becoming so aroused by the sight of what was taking place before me that I could hardly stand it.

  After some time of this, as I found myself just on the brink of masturbatory orgasm, the two men turned their attentions back to me, their sweaty, heaving chests swerving to face me, and the two of them sauntering over in my direction, closing in on me, and preparing to tear me apart, piece by piece by piece.

  They pulled me out of my clothes, stripping me out of my maternity blouse and pants, stripping me clean of every last goddamn stitch of fabric until my engorged, nude flesh was put on full display before the two of them. I could tell as I lay there looking down the foot of the bed that the pair were turned on like hell at the sight of me in my present condition. My pregnant womb like a miniature mountaintop, my tits so massive that they deserved a gold meda
l pinned onto the tremendous nipples, and the combined package so succulent and so tantalizing that they simply could not resist it for any longer.

  The next several hours (yes, hours, I repeat) of lovemaking were so goddamn mind-blowing that I can barely recall all that went on in the dank, steamy confines of my bedroom. Sweet, depraved act after sweet, depraved sex act unfolding between the three of us, one after the other after the other, with no immediate end in sight.

  For some time, Zach buried his face deep between my sweaty, splayed thighs, his past sins against me all forgiven in that moment as he went down on and devoured my sopping wet pregnant pussy. His tongue entering into me and squirming through my femininity in agonizing circle eights. Causing my spine to flex with some degree of pain up from the bed spread. The cheeks of my ass trembling at his ferocious devouring, and my mind a dizzy, whirling unit of nonsense as yellow stars flashed before my eyes like fireworks.

  Up above, all the while, Mark began to have a barrel full of fun with my engorged, swollen tits, kneading them up into a frenzy, suckling on them, appropriately enough, putting his lips on each swollen thing and nursing on me in such a manner that I started to cum between the two men's efforts. The first of many orgasms to be taking place that evening, and hardly a meager or insubstantial one at that...

  After this, and with some considerable effort, I was squatting down onto the floor between the two men, a humiliating, demeaning position, to say the least, but one which I savored all the more for that very simple fact... Up above, Mark and Zach began to make out again, this time more fervently than they had before, and as they did so I took the liberty of peeling them out of their pants. Whipping out their cocks, and masturbating them wildly, pumping the flesh of their shafts so violently that each slamming of my fist against their pelvises began to sound like the crack of thunder in the sky.

  Their thighs beginning to shake so viciously at the behest of my efforts that it was a wonder that they didn't collapse right there on the spot. Then, with the two of them warmed up and extended to the extent I thought possible for the both of them, I began to rub their shafts up against one another, first making the jizz-stained tips kiss, and then grinding each hot cock against the other.

  Pumping them both with a single fist and getting them so worked up that the friction actually began to burn against my palm as I wanked them. From here, then, I took turns opening my mouth wide, and sucking each of the enlarged penises in turn. Switching back and forth and back and forth between each incredible shaft, gagging myself and spitting and slurping and growing so covered with saliva that my tits began to shimmer with accumulation as they jiggled and bounced and rocked.

  Before long, I was being draped out across the bed again, my hands on my pregnant belly as though as a means of keeping a handle on things, as one after the other after the other the two of them took turns fucking me, alternating between a number of positions most lascivious, each one seeming just a little bit naughtier and more forbidden than the last.

  First, each man mounted me in the missionary position, struggling to keep his cock in my pussy without putting too much weight on my bulging tummy, but his thrusts, once he was confidently inside me, proving absolutely violent in nature by contrast. Pounding after pounding after pounding of cock and swollen scrotum against cunt, smashing into my body taking each progressive pummeling with just a hint of further agony, my tits really beginning to bounce as Mark and then Zach and then Mark and then Zach positively filled my femininity. My head flopping around so fiercely upon the pillow up above that I thought I might just end up with a concussion by the time this was all over.

  After a while of this, I was brought up onto my hands and knees, positioned across the bedspread on all fours like a fucking animal, my pussy splayed wide and ready for penetration. Zach was the first to mount me in this way, climbing onto me in such a manner that I practically buckled beneath his weight, and banging me so hard that I nearly flew clean from off of the bed. His thrusts the most brutal of the night up to this point.

  Our sopping wet genitals smashing together with an almost supersonic fury, and a small trickle of orgasm seizing me by the time he pulled out. Only to have his place taken by Mark almost immediately. Zach, then, stomped around on his knees in front of me, and slipped his cock into my mouth, so that as Mark proceeded to violently slam his pelvis against my buttocks and drive his cock into my pussy, Zach's own engorged member was repeatedly jousted into the lowest depths of my windpipe, in what was perhaps the most perverse and seesaw-like configuration imaginable between three oversexed lovers.

  Finally, at long long last, the moment I had been anticipating reared its beautiful, sweaty head. I laid my body down carefully on top of Zach, covering him like a blanket, and savoring the sensation as Mark wrapped his hand around his co-fucker's cock, pushing it into me with some difficulty from below given the angle of my swollen stomach, but at last managing to drive him into my deepest, sticky depths.

  Zach, then, climbed to the very top of the pile, and I moaned with sheer pleasure as he mounted me, slicing his prick through the tight, prohibitive pinprick of my sphincter, and pushing inside my rectum, burying that sharp cock so deep up my ass that I thought he might never again retrieve it, and at long, long last touching down inside me.

  I was fucking full to bursting...

  The two men plowed me mercilessly, fucking and thrusting and pumping and humping, pushing themselves deeper and deeper into me with each progressive pounding of my body. The grinding of their penises up against one another through the layers of my body turning me on like you wouldn't believe.

  The moans streaming steadily from my mouth as the pleasure went on for what felt like ages. Faster and faster and faster they fucked me, until at last bursting their nuts all over my insides, coating my pink meaty flesh with white sticky sperm and overflowing clean out of me, and in turn setting me tumbling clean over the edge with sheer, climactic splendor.

  I came, I shook, I screamed with orgasm more thorough than had ever graced my trembling body. The combination of vaginal climax in my pregnancy-engorged lady bits and anal orgasm from behind nearly knocking me out completely, so that all around me seemed to vanish. I was left with nothing else of which to speak save for the sheer, beautiful chaos of this most perverse and beautiful moment.

  And somehow, as I lay wrapped up in these two men's arms and received their kisses, I knew that, no matter what happened, the child presently growing inside my swollen, ravished body would wind up in good and loving hands upon his entry into the world.

  THE END

  Price of a Princess

  Chapter 1

  The island of Araeldania was a place of snow and ice, a bitter place plagued by frostbite. It had always been ruled by the Araeldan family. With the passing ages, the island acquired power and wealth beyond any other nation, overshadowing many of its neighboring countries, who, of course, envied the island’s vast wealth. It seemed like the last thing Araeldania needed was more wealth. But, for King Lucas, the current ruler of Araeldania, there was still more wealth to be acquired.

  Lucas, better known as Luke, was one of the greediest rulers Araeldania had ever seen. All Luke wanted in life was wealth and power. So, when his little princess, Zaria, came of age, he hatched a plan to use her in order to acquire even more wealth. He was ready to marry her off to the highest bidder. Luke didn’t care who Zaria married as long as her husband brought his wealth along with him.

  So Luke started his search for the wealthiest suitor he could find. After a few weeks of searching, Luke finally came across Oliver. He was the son of the current ruler of the Mokha Islands, a group of nine islands that banded together, forming one united nation. The Mokha Islands had a monopoly of all sea bound trading routes, practically controlling the entire ocean with their huge navy ships. This made them incredibly wealthy and powerful, almost as wealthy as Araeldania herself. Oliver seemed to be a storybook prince.

  Oliver, however, was about ten years older
than Zaria, but Luke didn’t care. Oliver was wealthy and that’s all that mattered. To Luke’s content, Oliver accepted the proposal quickly. Oliver too saw the marriage as a gateway to further his wealth and fame. Within a few days, everything was ready: wedding dates, venues, staff, food and anything else required for a lavish wedding. Luke couldn’t wait to announce the big news to his citizens.

  His little princess had no idea about the arranged marriage that was planned for her. Luke didn’t care, however. If she didn’t approve of Oliver they would still get married and Luke would still receive the wealth of their marriage.

  For the purpose of announcing the wedding Luke organized a giant dinner party, inviting all sorts of prestigious guests. The party was luxurious with imported foods and high-quality entertainment. Zaria, of course, looked stunning in her new blue dress that her father had bought for her. She wondered why her father had done such a thing. Zaria usually had to beg for new dresses. Something felt off to Zaria. She had no idea why they were hosting a party or why her father seemed to be making such a huge fuss about it.

  As Zaria walked into the ballroom her father had rented for the party everyone started to cheer. It wasn’t unusual for this to happen since she was the Princess of Araeldania, but this time the cheers felt different. Zaria wondered what it was. She wondered if there was a reason for the feeling or if she was just being paranoid. Maybe her father had invited more guests than normal to the party.