Tasting Candy: Over 60 Erotic Pregnancy Stories

Her tongue swiped along the head once more, greedily, before she pushed herself up on fawnish legs.

“Dwayne, I need you,” she purred, stroking his cock. “I need to feel you fuck me. Hard.”

He looked down at her through narrow slits, pulling her up to her feet with one smooth motion of his strong arm. He took control once more, just like when they had been dancing, and he pressed her hands to the wall, bent her over and got in behind her.

Outside the door, the music had died down, and the sounds of an announcer bringing them to the New Year could be heard. But they had no sliver of awareness to spare for anything but each other.

Dwayne’s hands sank into her hips and ass, and he brought his glistening dick to her slick cunny.

A single, firm thrust brought him into her fertile depths even as the countdown began outside. That thick dick stretching her pussy so wide, its warm folds taut about his bulging veins as he began to pump into her.

It felt even better than she could have imagined without the condom, and she moaned out her absolute bliss.

“Dwayne,” she cooed, her shaved pussy swollen and presented to him, so slick with juices.

“Fuck, you’re huge,” she added on, her legs spreading wider. She was glad she’d worn the heels. It’d have been impossible without them, she figured, and she didn’t want him any other way. Her dress rode up around her hips higher and higher, showing off the firm curve of her ass and the dick pistoning into her.

As the party outside celebrated the New Year, Celeste and Dwayne rang it in with style. His hard body tensed up, the muscles clenching as he pumped his dick into her raw and unprotected. His heavy balls swang up to smack against her clit as he pounded away, building up such an intense pace so very quickly.

“Oh fuck, baby,” he choked out between his pleasured moans. “You feel so damn good! I’ve never experienced anythin’ like your cunt,” he said, forcing himself to look down and

savour the sight of that pink little pussy swallowing up his dick again and again with each thrust of his hammering hips.

“I’ve wanted you for so long,” she moaned, a chill going down her body, her entire form rocking with each of his thrusts, held in place only by the door.

Her pussy squeezed him, and she was so delighted to feel just flesh there instead of a condom. It made her toes curl and her breathing catch, but never had she been more turned on in her life, and already she felt like she might cum.

Dwayne’s powerful grasp moved across her form, up to her breasts to squeeze and fondle. One of his thick forearms wound around her waist as his thumb sought to prod and stimulate her clit. He was so skillful about it, never missing a beat of his hard dick as he ploughed into her with such intensity.

“Fuck, cum for me Celeste… fuckin’ cum for me,” he commanded. “Because I won’t be pullin’ out of you. I never wanna leave this perfect lil’ pussy of yours!” He said in such rapturous bliss, his cock swelling inside her as he barreled his way towards his own climax.

She swore it was his words more than his actions that toppled her over the edge into oblivion, her scream ringing out over the New Year’s song, everyone no doubt kissing and cheering with loved ones as she was fucked, raw and hard, by her best friend.

Her head whipped back as he prodded her throbbing clit, and her cunny tightened around him, milking him with its spasms of rapture as her honey coated his thick, throbbing dick.

Dwayne had hoped to hold out longer, to savour the moment with her, but that vice grip of her cunny was too much, and he went over the edge into carnal bliss with her. As the fireworks went off outside, he went off in her. His thick seed spurting into her fertile depths, all that virile cum filling her up as that hunk of a man let loose a deep, rapturous moan of his own.

He bucked into her erratically, punctuating every thrust with another blast of hot jism as he emptied his loins into her entirely.

She pressed back into him, taking every ounce of his creamy seed as her body jolted and she sucked in quick breaths.

She knew exactly what she was doing, and couldn’t hide behind the idea of being too drunk or too sad, since she was neither of those things. No, she knew the risk of fucking Dwayne bareback, and even as her orgasm ebbed, she still clenched his cock with her pussy, making him give her everything he had.

Grinding her hips into him, he was pressed right against her cervix, and she stayed there for a long few heartbeats as he spurt the last of his juice against it.

How they rang in the New Year’s stuck in Celeste’s mind long after the year was anything but new. Memories of his cock blowing that load right into her raw, knowingly, of the two of them savouring the moment afterwards and just… letting fate take its course.

As she sat upon her sofa, cradling her swollen, pregnant belly, she couldn’t blame anyone. And she didn’t care to. She’d got exactly what she’d bargained for in that lusty moment, and she’d not regretted it.

When the call came over her buzzer, she didn’t even need to look to see who it was. The last of her things were boxed up and waiting to be moved, to start a new life, and she had nothing more to do than to head on out herself.

When she got to the bottom of those stairs, it was much like that night she’d conceived her future child. There he was, Dwayne, standing in front of an even newer, shinier car, smiling at her all love-struck and grinning.

“Another new car?” she asked him in surprise as she cradled her belly, and he leaned in, placing a kiss beneath her ear before letting his hand stroke the round form, feeling the life within.

“Yeah,” he said simply. “I figured you could use one. New and expectant moms have a lot of important appointments to get to,” he said with a cheeky grin, letting his hand rise and a set of keys dangle before her gaze.

In truth, the stunning Lamborghini was absurdly expensive, made the BMW he had initially intended for Lydia seem cheap by comparison. Not to mention far more her style.