Tasting Candy: Over 60 Erotic Pregnancy Stories

Kinda.

“Well,” he reaches into his stylish, even more expensive blazer, pulling out a small, velvet box. “Up for a bet?” he asks me, looking so serious. “Double or nothing,” he says before slowly opening up the jewelry box, showing off the most ridiculously lavish diamond engagement ring I’ve ever seen. “And this time, if I knock you up, you get the ring to keep too.”

I don’t know what to make of it, I really don’t. It’s like I just hit my head and went into a coma and am now having the best dream of my life.

This can’t be reality.

Reality like this doesn’t happen in a strip club.

My knees start to shake, and the towering stripper heels aren’t helping me keep my balance, so I hold onto the table.

“What?” I ask, stupidly.

He wets his luscious lips slowly, pushing the ring towards me.

“Come stay with me a while. Join me on my business trips from now on. And…” he shrugs his shoulders, “take our chances together. Maybe we hit it off. And, if you get pregnant along the way… well, then we’ve definitely hit it off.” He smiles at me so charmingly all over again. “If you’re not interested in commitment though… I’ll make it worth your time,” and then his calm, cool front melts before my eyes. “I just want you with me. One way or another.”

My heart pounds hard in my chest, and I can feel the tears threaten my mascara. I can tell there’s more than a few eyes on us, and this is definitely not my most badass moment.

But it’s a moment I know I’ll remember ‘til I die.

“But you left...”

“Military contract,” he says with a deep sigh, “hush hush. Had to sign a million waivers, go out of communication for a while.” His strong hand reaches beneath the table to grasp my thigh, “But the whole time I was thinking of you. Wished I would’ve asked you to come along, instead of trying to play it cool. A man needs a good woman to make it through life. Something I learned after just one night with you.”

The tears start falling and I desperately try to swipe them away, but I can’t play it cool anymore either. My arms are around his neck, and my head is in his chest as I hold onto him for dear life.

He wraps those thick, bulging biceps about me in turn and squeezes me.

r /> “That a yes?” he asks me after a while of holding me quietly, stroking my back in the most reassuring manner possible.

I nod my head. I take in a deep breath, though, and reach for his hand, bringing it to my stomach. I can’t find the words to speak, but I want him to know.

I need him to know I’m carrying his baby.

He’s a smart man, I’ve read all about him online and in the papers. But it takes even him a moment to catch on before his eyes widen and his confident smile returns.

“I knew it,” he declares in triumph. “I fuckin’ knew it. You’re mine, babe. Never gonna let you go now,” he says, pushing the most passionate kiss to my lips I’ve ever experienced.

Fertile Sorority

Book Themes:

Barely Legal, Breeding, Gangbang, and M/M/M/M/F/F

Word Count:

5,812

The room was dim, and I was all alone, naked, with a video camera ahead of me. The red light blinked, and the voice over the speaker system repeated.

“I asked if you’re a virgin, Julia. You have to answer or you’ll never be allowed into our sorority.”

It was my final interview, one they required to join Phi Zeta house, the best sorority on campus, but it was also the hardest. Nothing else had made me feel so... exposed.

I swallowed, feeling my skin prickle with a kind of electric heat.

“I am,” I whispered, and the silence around me spoke volumes. I counted my heartbeats. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six.