Tasting Candy: Over 60 Erotic Pregnancy Stories

She couldn’t succumb to this. To him!

“Stop this right now!”

The words were barely finished when he bit into her neck and thrust his cock up into her all at once. That throbbing peachy shaft shoved into her slick quim, letting her honeyed canal grip about him so tight as he buried his length to the hilt within her.

A low, growling groan rumbled out of his chest as he lodged himself there, and she could feel him twitch and spasm with his desire. “You’re mine now, Roxy,” he said just a moment before he tugged back his hard ass and then thrust into her again.

“I’m not on the pill!” she nearly screeched. It was, after all, why she was giving her boss head.

She’d decided to get off it to give her extra incentive to stay professional. To give sex a break while she got her lusts under control.

It didn’t seem it was working well, considering how tightly she was gripping him, her dark flesh so welcoming of his toned body. He was gorgeous and cruel, and she knew this was blackmail, but somewhere along the lines her body had decided it didn’t care.

The next thrust came harder, more brutal than the last, and it jarred her body as the wet smack of his loins hitting hers filled the office, his heavy balls slapping against her ass. That strong hand of his gripped one of her large tits tighter and he grunted as his thrusts became a hammering pace. “Too bad you fuckin’ turned down my date,” he said in a husky voice as he began to pant over her. “I mighta given a shit then, slut.”

She cursed herself, her skin, her body, her everything, for the way it prickled with sensation and made her feel such intensity. Hatred and fear and lust and passion all combined into something ugly and horrifying as she tried to squirm away from him. Yet the only thing she accomplished was shrinking more beneath him, her back nearly pressed to her ledger and phone.

He was fucking her.

It had almost not dawned on her, or not sunk in fully, but she knew it all the same. The way he spread her delicate, sensitive lips. How full that helm was against her cervix. The rhythmic slap of his body against her moist form.

He was really fucking her, and she was barely struggling.

It was almost as if she wanted this.

Looking up at that gorgeous male body of his, he certainly wanted it. Even through his crassness and cruelty, the look of pleasure on his face was unmistakable. He pumped his cock into her with increasing vigor, every muscle upon his hard, toned physique twitching and bulging as he split her up the middle from between her legs, pounding his dick into her cunt.

“F–Fuck,” he cursed, and she could feel his dick twitch inside her, perched so close to the precipice as he leaned over her and lunged for her free breast, biting it, then licking over her areola and suckling the stiff nipple into his mouth hungrily.

Oh god. Her cunny was on fire, her breasts just large bundles of excited, angry nerves that wanted for more. Greedily, she hungered for him, even as she tried to push him away.

Yet if she really didn’t want it, why was she letting her strength falter? Why was she secretly hoping he’d fight her off?

“Chris, please,” she pleaded one more time, and she wasn’t sure she knew what she wanted the answer to be. It was so wrong, so very wrong, but it wasn’t her fault. She couldn’t be held responsible for the actions of another.

Her cunt had grown so wet that his thrusts each produced such a noisy smack, his hard, thickly throbbing shaft pounding into her wet honey-slick cunt again and again. He started to grow erratic, she noticed, the timing of his hips off just slightly. Then abruptly the rough suckling he was giving her stiff teat ended and he arched his neck.

The noisy moan he gave echoed out hoarsely through the office as she felt his arms squeeze her thigh and breast, and he gave two final thrusts into her. The thick streams of his seed spurting deep within, splattering and smearing over the entrance to her womb as he so heedlessly shot his load deep inside her warm quim.

Her eyes stung as her back arched and her throat caught. It was the single most intense moment she’d ever felt, the combination of pleasure and anguish something so pure it silenced all other thoughts.

The final throes of his climax came with hammering stabs of his hefty manhood, spurting the very last of his seed into her as he grunted and groaned so roughly. He was like a wild beast atop her in that moment, growling, snarling, and full of raw drive to rut and fuck her voluptuous figure.

As the moment slowly came to a halt, she looked up and saw his glistening physique, his sculpted pecs so perfectly outlined, the light blonde hair there damp with perspiration.

He pushed himself back up and rubbed his hand over his spiky hair. “You better take care of that pill issue, if you know what’s good for you,” he said so casually, yanking his still thick, meaty cock from her cunt as he began to tug up his jeans and boxer briefs. “I’ll be takin’ you home after work, so wait up for me,” he said with a wry grin, “boss.”

Fertile Cheerleader

Book Themes:

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

Word Count:

6,013

“Ready? Okay! We’ve,” and I clapped my hands twice. “Got. Spirit,” more clapping.