Tasting Candy: Over 60 Erotic Pregnancy Stories

He was as reluctant to tear his lips away from mine as I was from his, but eventually with a moist smack of our mouths, he did. And those steely eyes stared into mine.

“I need you,” he rumbled from deep within his chest. With my back pressed to the wall, it freed him up to reach up, tug his tie loose and undoing his shirt. “I need to fuck you,” he declared, the word sounding more crass on his lips than any lewd customer ever could make it, yet at the same time, far more seductive than even those egotistical sorts imagined it was.

The fact he sealed his declaration with another passionate kiss and carried me through the door into his spacious bedroom, only to fall atop me on his king sized bed, certainly helped.

I wasn’t going to resist. Hell no!

I wanted him just as badly as he wanted me, even though I’d been trying to play it cool. But with him, that was impossible. My legs were around his waist, my skirt around my stomach just as quickly as he laid me down, and I ground against him with an urgency I didn’t know I could feel.

We made out with a desperate passion for one another, he was everything an ideal man could be. And to him I was everything an ideal woman should be. His desire matched mine, and he shed his blazer, shirt and tie as we kissed, unveiling that gorgeously sculpted torso of his, those bulging muscles a delight to explore with my manicured fingers, to slip between the ridges of and appreciate what must’ve been at least a few hours of gym work a day for him.

His pants came next, belt jangling as he pushed down his boxer-briefs to let his startlingly large cock pounce out, thick and throbbing with need.

For me.

I was starved for him at that point. I’d never been so wet in all my life, and I reached for his cock, greedily. My breathing was so quick, my chest heaving as I went to the side of my bikini, beneath my skirt, and undid it. I repeated the action, a little more awkwardly, with the other side. I didn’t want to let go of his heated dick for even a moment.

He watched my display before lunging in to devour my mouth again, hungry for my kisses, my tongue. He pushed his hips towards me, and with a glancing touch of his cock against my naked pussy he groaned in a low, gravelly voice then said.

“No condom,” the words terse and gruff. “If I get you off first… I get to cum inside.”

A bet. Just like that. But what was in it for me? Other than receiving this gorgeous man’s seed in my unprotected pussy.

My nails ran through his hair, more roughly, with more abandon, all as I stroked his cock.

“And if I get you off first?”

He stared into my eyes with an intensity that startled me, his dick pulsating in my hand so thickly it made my fingers stretch out, unable to encompass his full girth.

“Name it. Anything,” he said, as if challenging me. So confident in his own abilities.

Problem was, of course, that I wanted his dick in me right then and there. I didn’t want to have to d

ream up other things I wanted, because all I wanted was looming over me, threatening to make me cum, then fill me with his seed.

So I just said the first thing I could think of that wasn’t: ‘you’.

“I don’t know. A million bucks,” I said, laughing a little. I just wanted him to stop playing with me. I wanted him inside me.

“Done,” he said without hesitation, either in full confidence of his abilities to get me off with his dick, or because he thought pumping me full of his virile seed was worth every penny of that million dollars.

It didn’t matter.

Because he took my hand away and then speared me upon that massive dick. The thickest cock I’d not only felt but seen stretched my cunt wide open as he sank into the hilt and let loose a mighty roar of a moan. The thick, jutting veins of his dick pulsating out, stretching me wider as my labia strained to wrap around his full girth.

It was divine. There was no other way of describing it. He was phenomenal, and I quivered right then and there. But there was no way I was going to lose the bet. Not only was I definitely not ready for kids, but damn, there was a million dollars on the line.

Instead, my pussy squeezed his cock as tight as I could manage, even as my mouth found his once more.

I made him moan with that clench of my cunt, but when he began to pump his dick into me, I started to have some second guesses. His gorgeously sculpted body pumped into me with such powerful thrusts, his balls slapping my ass as he claimed me atop his bed.

He was an adonis, a greek man-god etched in marble by the feel of it, and his dick was no less exquisite. Filling me up to my very limits as he pounded into me, his chiselled face looking tormented by pleasure as he angled his hips and hit me at the exact, intensely satisfying angle that made me cry out.

I tried to squirm away, but there was no where to go. He had me pinned, and he knew he was hitting my g-spot just from the way I cried out, and he wasn’t going to relent. I reached down, trying to grab his cock, to squeeze him, to make him feel so fucking good he couldn’t hold back but he gathered my wrists in his hand and pinned me to the bed.

In retaliation, those big, beautifully strong hands grasped my breast and my hip. His thumb worked around my clit, teasing in just the right manner as his other other hand pinched and twisted my nipple lightly, torturing me with pleasure as he continued that perfect thrusting without missing a beat, without marring that flawless tempo.

But he moaned aloud, his dick swelling, the pleasure I was giving him taking a toll despite his own masterful efforts.