Tasting Candy: Over 60 Erotic Pregnancy Stories

"Yeah," I muttered. "I'm surprised a guy like you hasn't found someone already. I'd think that you'd have your open choice of any woman you wanted, no matter how big her bank account is."

Again, he laughed. "It isn't that simple. Sure, if I just want to get off, I can get anyone. I want more though. I've developed certain tastes that not everyone goes along with."

"What, do you like girls to call you Daddy or something?"

He shook his head, amused. "Nah, nothing like that. It takes a very special woman to really get me going. They need an edge to them. I don't know why, Olivia, but something tells me that you might have that edge."

"Oh?" My eyebrow raised again. "I'm curious. I just considered most of the guys in this bar to be super vanilla. Inherit your money, never have to think, never let your imagination roam."

Even as a virgin, just the whole pump the penis in the vagina thing until he splooges thing seemed kinda bland. There needed to be context, more to it. I guess it was why it was so easy for me to stop at flirting to get my rush. Daniel, though, was definitely different, even without what he was hinting at. What he was hinting at? I had no idea.

"My imagination is why I have my success. No trust fund here, just a good idea, the drive to make it happen, and the wisdom to sell it off at the right time. I never have to work again if I don't want to, but I'll see where life takes me. Tonight, I think it might be taking me with you, Olivia."

A rush of adrenaline hit me, as I pondered everything that he was suggesting to me.

We kept talking for a time. About our lives, about everything else. All the while I kept being evasive about my family's circumstances, not wanting my incoming destitution to be known.

"God, I hope I remain the anonymous billionaire. I don't want to be known like that. Besides, all I need is some stupid scandal getting out from a bunch of people that don't truly understand what's going on and what it all means," he said, still only on his third drink. We had been talking for hours at this point.

"Keep going, you can't just say that without details," I replied.

"People just don't understand why I like the things that I do. They think one thing and immediately just make a million and one assumptions about the person and everything. That they're some sort of Patrick Bateman style psycho who gets off on violence, or that they're just some abuse junkie who is a massive misogynist."

"What do you mean, then?"

"See, even with you, I don't want to come out and say it. I think you'd like it. I also just think I tell you, you run away screaming and miss out on something great."

My interest was most definitely piqued as he spoke about things. I wanted to learn more about him, I wanted to do more with Daniel Carter. Somehow, someway, I found the one dude with money at the Cleopatra who didn't make my stomach twist and turn at the idea of doing more with him than cashing his checks.

"Show me, then."

"Hmm?"

"Show me. Show me what your into. Daniel, I can't say much more than I am open minded, especially when it comes to you."

The grin that formed on his face was definitely genuine. He took me gently by the hand, placed a pair of hundred-dollar bills on the counter, and stepped away from it. I followed him with curiosity, wondering what would come next.

"I rented the executive suite from the hotel above the Cleopatra just in case I found such a woman who was curious enough to follow me further." He led me into an elevator, and pressed the button to the top floor. "I want to take you tonight, Olivia. Ever since our gazes met, I knew that you were going to be something special, and I hope that this inkling is more than just a one night stand for you too."

"Not even a first date, huh?"

"I see this as cutting to the chase; if we aren't sexually compatible, why waste our time with one another?"

The door opened to the top floor, and the executive suite was as exorbitant as I thought it would be. Daniel let go of my hand as he undid a few buttons on his collared shirt. I did the same, kicking off my heels and enjoying the plush carpet underneath my feet.

"Olivia," he said, flatly, our eyes meeting directly. "If something happens you are absolutely not comfortable with, tell me these words clearly: Green Apple."

Green Apple? I was confused, but not enough to get back up on that elevator and flee Daniel. No, this was going to be the night that I went beyond teasing. Way beyond teasing.

I wandered a bit through his suite, looking out the window, split between enjoying the view and pondering what was going to come. My first time, and what on earth was Daniel going on about?

"Olivia, some men are content with nothing more than the sweetest romance. Tender kisses, nothing more than soft touches between you and your lover. Me? Not so much."

His footsteps hit the carpet behind me, and I soon felt his presence. Swiftly and suddenly, he spun me around, taking my hair into his hand roughly, and then kissing me so very deeply. He didn't hold back. Not one bit.

There was force in his movements, powerful and sudden. Even as he kissed me, it was like he wasn't giving me my first kiss, but instead taking it from me. His tongue was pushing in, demanding that my own follow.

The way my adrenaline started pumping, well, I was shocked to say that I actually liked what he was doing. Direct, strong, and dare I say, manly.