Tasting Candy: Over 60 Erotic Pregnancy Stories

I smile, my eyes looking out over the warm sun, the sparkling pool, and feel his heat behind me. His cock throbs along my ass, and I wriggle against him a bit, teasingly. Wantonly.

“I missed you, daddy.”

He doesn’t even need to say the words for me to know the feeling’s mutual. The thick, throbbing shaft lodged betwixt my ass cheeks tells me all I need to know.

The Billionaire’s Obsession

Book Themes:

BDSM, Begging, Bondage, Blindfolds, College Student, and Risky Sex

Word Count:

13,254

For months, he’d been waiting for just this moment. Where his hand could trace along the hollow of her throat and feel her swallow in fear and nervousness. Where he could see the little goose bumps jump up all along her flesh in his chilly bedroom. Where her lip trembled as she wondered what next awaited her.

This moment had been such a long time coming. For a year, he’d been watching her. Every morning, every afternoon, he saw her walk by on the way to school, and from the first day he knew he had to have her. He’d spent so much money on getting his room just so - buying all the leather straps and collars and harnesses, the silken sheets. Hell, he even splurged on a new king size bed with a canopy.

And why shouldn’t he? He’d made it rich, right from the safety of his computer chair, and it gave him ample time to watch her, to follow her, to go over his plan for her again and again, deciding what he’d do once he lured her in.

She went to the local college and he was older than her, and already divorced. His wife had left him just before he made his fortune, and he couldn’t have been happier for her timing.

It had given him more time to work on his goals, and he looked better than ever. When he wasn’t working or spying on the sweet Aubrey, he was exercising, running. Getting fit, strong.

So that when he had her, he could keep her.

Two days ago he’d struck up a conversation with her at her favourite coffee shop. Sometimes she went in the middle of the day, off campus, to drink some horribly sugary concoction, all by herself. Almost every time he’d seen her, in fact, she was by herself. Certainly it wasn’t because of her looks. The girl could have been a cheerleader if she didn’t seem so out of place in her own body. She had an awkward, cautious way of moving, and you could tell she was conscious of it.

Her height was average, her hair long and dirty blonde.

He thought of those silken strands filtering through his fingers, prickling against her scalp as he made her look at him.

She always wore loose fitted tops and skirts, but her legs were divine, and her outfits just added to the intrigue. Throughout the winter it was even worse, with her large coat, scarf and hat, but it had only made him more smitten.

He’d thought of stripping off those layers, one after another, discovering what prizes she hid beneath it all.

It had been easy to approach her in the overcrowded cafe, asking if he could share her table just for a little while. His head had been spinning and he couldn’t quite recall all the details of the conversation, which he cursed himself for, but eventually she told him it had just been her twentieth birthday. When he bought her a cupcake, she’d broken down in tears.

He was the only person who had wanted to celebrate with her.

She couldn’t afford the tuition at any of the better schools and was stuck living with her parents until she could graduate and move into the big city for work.

“Well if you want,” he’d offered, never before having felt such a thrill, “I could offer you a place to stay. Rent free, until you graduate, of course. I have a spare room.”

“I couldn’t,” she’d protested, her green eyes seeking out his matching pair. “I couldn’t do that to you.” Maybe there was some hesitation, some caution. It was wise of her, but he simply smiled as if it were all up to her.

Surely his height and build could be intimidating. But he’d hoped that his green eyes, his carefree stubble, his strong jawline would balance that out. Make him seem ruggedly handsome rather than dangerous.

“Listen. I know what it’s like, having parents who don’t appreciate you.” He spoke slowly, with measured beats, in a controlled tone.

She wiped away her tears as he spoke, her lower lip trembling. He wanted to bite it. To kiss her so hard she'd stop shaking and melt into him.

“I have a nice house, good neighbours. You’d have your own room and all that. Privacy.” He leaned back in his seat, nonchalantly, reaching into the breast pocket of the fine tailored jacket and retrieving a business card holder. Unclasping the fine platinum holder, he took out one of the thick pieces of cardstock with his name, business, and phone number on it.

“You don’t have to decide now. But if things get too tough at home, it’s an option, okay? I work from home, and that’s my cell number. If you need me, I’ll come running.”

Her caution melted away, her slender shoulders slumping with gratitude, and she nodded. His heart beat faster and his loins began to stir at the image of this wary vixen.