Tasting Candy: Over 60 Erotic Pregnancy Stories

"I don't think I'll be able to keep my hands off of my Kitty," he said, breaking the kiss.

He took me by the hand, his grip tight and firm, one that said he was going to protect me and care for me no matter what was going to happen. Ty led me to his bed, huge and soft, and laid me down on it. His hand opened and slid down my body, using the garment to tickle me, let my nipples perk up underneath it. It felt as good as him letting his fingers caress my breasts bare, a wonderful sensation as he came between my legs. Still kissing me, he slid a finger past my clit, and into my slit.

"Knew you'd be as innocent as you appeared to be. Daddy’s angel. You were saving it for me, weren’t you?"

Again, I blushed. I had a feeling that my innocence wasn't long for this world.

I shuddered as he flicked my nub and started to fuck me with his fingers as he led me along with that sweet, sweet kiss. I broke it to gasp, as he didn't stop. He kept on going, watching me shake, watching me coo under his touch. Sure, I had touched myself down there before, but a man down there doing these things... it was so much more. I could tell Ty was hardly inexperienced, and knew exactly how a woman liked these things.

Waves of ecstasy traveled through me, and I watched as his smile only grew. Sure, there were many childlike things about what he was proposing. This here, though, told me he was completely aware I was a woman, and I had woman-like needs.

His eyes left mine as his head drifted down my body and parted my legs further, pushing my nighty up more. He kept a steady petting of my clit as he rained kisses down my body and over my legs, and then topped what his fingers could give me by laying a kiss right on my clit, and sucking on it hard.

Ty licked and sucked, his rough face brushing against my thighs as he did so. He massaged my thighs as he ate me, just spreading the joy of everything and anything as he continued down there. I cooed a bit louder, and arched my back a bit as he kept up his worship of me. His tongue was just as skilled as his fingers if not even more so and I was tossing and turning quickly under his control. I gripped the blankets of his soft king bed, and arched my back in response as he continued his dedication completely.

I was loving it. Everything he was doing. He had me where he wanted. I was panting, breathing, heavy, and completely ready to explode in utter bliss.

Then, rudely, he stopped.

He evily grinned as he rose up, staring over my body.

"No, not yet. You don't get to cum until I do. Kitty, my little girl, we're going to seal our deal simply. If you want me to be your Daddy, and you want to be my little girl, you will give me your virginity."

He stood tall. Long ago he had done away with his jacket, and all that remained was that collared shirt that contoured his muscular body so well.

"So, my Kitty, do you want to give Daddy your virginity tonight?"

There was a brief pause. I always thought it'd be with someone I loved. A boyfriend, one I'd been with for months. Not someone who I met the same day, not to someone who I was now calling Daddy, and not someone anywhere near under these circumstances. This wasn't a typical circumstance by any measure, but Ty Warren wasn't a typical man.

"Yes, Daddy. Please, show your little girl what it's like."

That smirk. It only grew wider.

He began unbuttoning his shirt one by one, revealing the bare chest that was hidden underneath. He tossed it to the side, and then quickly shifted to undoing his pants, and letting them, as well as the boxer briefs that were hidden underneath, be pushed to the floor.

It was then I saw his masculinity. Strong and mighty, and I was suddenly having second thoughts about the logistics of our encounter.

Ty was there though. Back on top of me. Kissing me.

I knew that it would be all right. The way he interacted me, the way he caressed me, the way he touched me, I knew his words were nothing but true. He wouldn't do anything that would hurt me. He wanted to bring me joy, not agony. Love was in his movements. It was a different kind of love than I expected, but it was love nonetheless.

He brought the head of his cock to the lips of my pussy, and teased them slightly. He slowly but surely began to push in. I was so aroused, and so much in need of stimulation at that point that I could tell I was gushing for him, aching for him, needing him, and ready for him.

I was so ready for him that there was barely any pain as Ty slid into me, even though I’d always heard it hurt. But I guess I was just so wet, and all those years of anxiety were gone just like that... all because of Daddy's magic.

Instead,

I felt a massive rush of bliss. God, it was so strong, so intense having him inside of me, making me feel foolish for having the slightest bit of doubt about him.

He held me tight as he began to fuck me, his embrace so overwhelming. He started slowly, letting me get used to him even more. "You're perfect for me little girl. A perfect, tight fit. You're happy to be Daddy's little slut aren't you?"

"Yes, Daddy," I muttered between gasps as he fucked me harder. Quicker. Faster. Every penetration bringing another level of sweet ecstasy to me. I called out for him. Louder. My voice wasn't muffled and I was quivering around him, crying out, enjoying Daddy for everything he was going to do to me.

My fingers ran down his back as I held on to him as he fucked his little girl. He was fulfilling everything I ever wanted out of my first time and then some. Things I never even knew I desired, but he’d teased my most taboo fantasies to the surface... and then fulfilled them. I never expected a man doing this to me to feel so damn good. I could barely hold on any more.

He listened to my cries, and it seemed Ty almost knew my body better than I did. He was slowing down again. "What is it this time?" I whined, so desperate to cum on him.

"Don't take that tone with me. You ask nicely."