Tasting Candy: Over 60 Erotic Pregnancy Stories

I couldn't help my laugh, my anxiety all for naught. He started to fuck me, a bit slowly at first, giving me the slightest bit of leeway to adjust to having his cock inside me, but he didn't wait long before pounding me, hard. His hands held down my hands, forcing me to take all of the impact of what he did again and again. Every penetration built on the last, making me lust for more and more of the electric energy he was forging inside of me.

Faster still he hammered his naked cock into me, making my legs rise up around him as he fucked me. Again, I tossed and turned to deal with the growing ecstasy and orgasm that was stewing so much inside me. He grit his teeth wanting me to only scream louder, trying to go deeper into me, pounding me like I was nothing more than meat designed for him to fuck.

Even that, though, wasn't enough for Daniel's insatiable lust for rough fucking.

Withdrawing from me, ever so briefly, he took me by the wrists and urged me to turn over. "I need to fuck you harder, deeper. I need to make you truly feel the power of a cock fucking you as you scream with lust from the first time by a man fucking you like the filthy, disgusting slut you are."

Now face down on the bed, he didn’t waste time reintroducing his cock into the equation. Daniel thrust himself back into me from behind, squeezing my ass as he did so, and this time he made his words true, fucking me deeper. More than before, I felt him going so much further, to the point that I don't think I could have taken a man much bigger than he was. It was almost on top of everything else, Daniel was physically perfect for me.

My ass in the air, he fucked my pussy with even greater speed and abandon, quickly building up my next orgasm to be even something greater than everything that had come before it. This time though, he was pressing my face into the bed, muffling my moans of ecstasy with his strength. Every cycle of our lust was rubbing my sensitive breasts and body against the bed. Everything all coming together, the friction of my body against the blankets, his touch, the roughness of the way he was handling me, it was all blending together. Adrenaline pumping more than ever before.

I wondered why I had waited so damn long to find a man as he fucked me, but reminded myself none of those empty souled assholes could do anything like Daniel. Even in my inexperience, I knew that as absolute fact.

Holding tight, gritting my teeth, my back arched and I let out one last delightful scream.

"Scream for me, my little slut."

With it, came a grand burst of bliss. All the way through my body, I was shaking from the wonderful, powerful feeling that Daniel had delivered to me tonight. It dominated me so completely, and what a feeling being dominated was.

"Yes, yes, sing for me."

I did just as he asked.

"Fuck, you're so tight for a slut. Can't take much more of you Olivia. I should just bust my nut inside of you, shouldn't I?"

My mind lost to bliss, I found myself subconsciously nodding at his words, wanting him, despite knowing that it was something so risky.

"You'd like that wouldn't you? Be a useless bre

eder slut on top of it all, taking unprotected loads from guys you just met."

He kept fucking me, even as I had peaked, dragging out the bliss a little bit longer.

"No, my seed is too good for a cunt like you," he said, grunting. He pulled out his cock, and it looks that my body was finally too much for his. His manhood shuddered, spurting out blast after blast of cream, exploding outward and onto my back. It felt like so much being rained down on me. Did guys always cum this much?

I was weary and sore from everything that happened, but I was happy. There was a definite pleasantness to every ache that I was experiencing.

The puddle of cum on my back did make me yearn for him to have came inside me, making me wonder just how that would have felt on top of everything else he had done to me.

A warm rag touched down on my back, wiping up the remains of the seed. It was Daniel, still naked, but taking a more tender touch now. "You okay there, Olivia? I get a little out of hand sometimes."

I flashed him a smile. "I'm fine. Sore, but fine."

"You're the best fuck I've had in ages. It's wonderful when you find someone into it as you are."

I blushed through my cold sweat and exhaustion, him wiping me down. The cooling rag against my flesh just felt so good as a follow up. "Surprised at myself, really. That I liked it. But I did, and I guess that's what matters."

As he cleaned me up, he took me into his arms, such a massive contrast to how he was calling me a bitch and slapping me merely minutes ago. "I didn't mean it, by the way."

"Hmm? Didn’t mean what?"

"My seed being too good for a cunt like you? Not at all. I just figured I should play it safe."

I nodded. "Yeah, I supposed so. Knew that's what you meant. I wouldn't have minded risking it though."

"What, are you trying to get knocked up on your first time?"

"What if I am?"