Tasting Candy: Over 60 Erotic Pregnancy Stories

He kept going in, filling my channel so completely as he did just then. God, the adrenaline inside me went into overload.

Leo Rose was inside me. His naked, raw cock was inside me. Completely. I was fucking my idol, the man that I had wanted forever. He was fucking me. He was making me moan as he withdrew his cock from me and slid it back in. Leo Rose was the one causes these blissful waves to shudder through my body. I still couldn't believe it, and contemplated this was all a fever dream after hitting my head in the shower.

He was the one to take my virginity. My first was with a millionaire rock star.

My mind thinking these thoughts just enhanced every little thing that he did. From the simple friction of penetration and the steady beat he was setting in his fucking, to him just caressing my face, my breast, my anything. I was just relishing every little bit of electricity, every sensation.

All while looking at the beautiful and wonderful Leo Rose. The man who had made this all possible.

I was his instrument as he fucked me, singing his praises high and loud, not giving a single damn who heard, who would judge me. It was just me and my rock star, and that's all that mattered.

It didn't take long before my inexperienced body was overwhelmed by his and I was brought screaming towards an orgasm as he fucked me and flicked my bean. My legs were in the air, my entire body flaring with delightful bliss, everything inside me shuddering to my very core in bliss.

My vision was blurry, white from orgasm. My body knew what it instinctively wanted, grabbing at my rock star's cock, milking him, trying to lock him in. I wasn’t on the pill. He wasn't wearing a condom. In my blissful haze, I lusted after the thought of having his child, being his, making him adopt me fully into his millionaire rock star lifestyle, no matter how it would change my life forever.

"Fuck, you're so damn good. So tight, so wonderful Haley; no man can take you for this long." Leo Rose, however, was more conditioned and disciplined to let instinct rule him. With power and impending fatherhood potentially in sight, he pulled himself out of me, his cock just getting the final bit of stimulation it need to begin firing his seed right as he got me out of harm's way. Blast after blast of his seed launched out of his cock, launching, it's heat landing on my breasts. So powerful, so virile, so potent, I felt odd feeling sad that he didn't finish inside me.

I was coherent enough to understand why, just saddened by it.

"God, you're so fucking great, Haley. You're like a vice, love."

I touched his seed with my finger, picking some of it up off my breast, and licking it. He was as delicious as I expected he would be. "Why'd you pull out?"

He raised an eyebrow, and turned his eyes away from me for the first time since we met. "You're far too young for kids, love."

It stung a bit. He was right. I was only eighteen. He was a rock star, and I was just a groupie. He didn't know me. I didn't really know him. "Do I have to leave now?" I said, looking for my clothes.

"No. You can stay the night. I don't have to set out for the next town until the morning, and I've rented the arena until noon tomorrow. Recover. It was your first time, I'd hate to just kick you to curb like you weren't anything special."

I thought about asking him about all of that love at first sight stuff. That I was what made his songs come true. His indecisiveness was giving me the cues I needed though. They were empty, meant to let me fulfill some wonderful fantasy. It was a hell of a fantasy, granted.

"Don't be sad, love. It's not you, it's me."

Something I didn't expect followed. He laid down on the couch beside me, and took me into his arms. Holding me tightly, his body enraptured with mine. I could even feel his cock brushing up against my ass.

If this was all just empty talk for a one-night stand, why was he cuddling up to me like this? It wasn't as if he couldn't get any five star hotel in town. This was far too romantic for just someone who was going to end up being a groupie to him.

I wasn't going to complain about any of this. After everything that had happened, after all, it was my fantasy to be his. To be apart of his life and enjoy everything with him. He was allowing me to enjoy it for just a bit longer.

Even if it was only destined to be temporary.

I woke up the next morning. I had beaten him to the punch, and a clock on the wall gave us a good few hours before noon.

Pushing his arms away, I sat up at the end of the sofa.

The dream was ending. I never expected to go this far sure, but as soon as he got his, it became clear of what it was. Still, I got to see my idol live in concert, meet him, and then fuck him. It was going to be quite the story to share with my friends for years to come, if they even believed me.

For a moment, I believed that it would be more. Guess I was just a foolish teenager. He'd be leaving soon, and we'd part ways, unlikely to ever meet one another again.

Leo Rose still slept near me. Naked, his cock was tall and hard. I wondered if it was ready to go? The dream was ending yes, but it didn't mean it was over yet. I reached out, touched him, and saw a smile come across his face. I wasn't going to let it end just yet, I wanted to add one more super intense memory to the pile.

Stroking him, he felt so hot, so sexy underneath my touch. Nothing would ever change the fact that the man who was under my hand was absolutely the man of my dreams and would remain as such for years to come, if not forever. I leaned down and laid a kiss on his cock. Maybe I'd suck him awake. That always seemed like a sexy idea I thought. Licking him up and down, he grunted slightly under my movements. Then I came to his balls. Big and heavy.

My mind flashed back to the night before, and how I direly wanted him to pump their contents into me. How he fucked me so damn hard, how I wanted a bit of cream to top everything off.

Even if I couldn't get him to cum inside of me, I wanted to experience him inside once again. I climbed onto the couch, and grabbed his cock, lowering myself onto him. God, as he spread my lips apart and slid into me, it felt so damn wonderful. I knew it'd be such a long time before I'd encounter a man who would do such things to me like this again.

I let him fill me until it started to hurt. Hands on his chest, I started to fuck him. Even being the one to do all the work, it felt so good to have him inside of me like this. Every penetration of his sending ripples of electricity through me, each more intense that the last meeting of our sexes.