Tasting Candy: Over 60 Erotic Pregnancy Stories

It was messy and sudden and her eyes slammed shut as she soaked his cock with her juices.

Through the rush of her slick honey, her father pounded into her harder, hammering out a few final thrusts. “That’s,” he pounded, “daddy’s,” he grunted and hammered harder, “girl!” And with that he clamped his lips to hers and hilted himself inside her slick depths, his thick, virile cock twitching inside her depths as he unleashed his torrent of cum. So much of his potent seed flooding her depths and filling her as his powerful, muscular form shuddered atop her.

Her arms clung around him, her nails digging into his flesh as she reveled in the sweaty warmth of their bodies. Her mind was blank and she felt so satiated, so calm beneath him. She’d finally gotten what she wanted, and now, she understood, so had he.

When Bethany awoke the next morning, it was to the feel of the warm ocean breeze carrying in through the open doors and filtering over the bed. Her father stood on the patio in his tight white shorts, an open shirt blowing in the breeze.

On bare feet she was able to creep up behind him silently and wrap her arms around his waist in an embrace. “Morning daddy,” she cooed affectionately.

He reached his hands to hers, his strong grasp prying her fingers from him as he turned around.

Her heart stopped a moment, worried that he regretted it. Though when she saw the confident smile on his face, and felt him wrap his arms around her in return, squeezing her to him, she calmed.

“Morning sweetie,” he practically growled, his morning voice huskier and more gravelly than usual as he crushed her to him, letting his hands roam low over her round ass. “It’s about time,” was all he said before he pressed their lips together in a hard, deep kiss.

The Billionaire’s Fertile Submissive

Book Themes:

BDSM, Barely Legal, and Breeding

Word Count:

6,880

As my private jet landed on the small airstrip, I looked at all the warmth, the green of the land. This time of year, New York seemed ashen and grey, and compared to this tropical paradise, it might as well have been in black and white. Everything was vibrant and lush, the blue of the sky so bright, the water along the horizon a beautiful sea foam teal.

I’d changed for the flight into a more comfortable outfit, discarding my usual suit and ties and instead opting for plain cotton pants and a half unbuttoned linen shirt. Sunglasses hid my eyes, my brown hair left a bit shaggier and wilder than its usual style.

I was ready to relax for the first time in months. No meetings. No calls. No visits with Presidents and Prime Ministers from ar

ound the world, no expectations placed upon me at all.

Stepping from the plane, I looked around with a sense of excitement and vigor I hadn’t had since my much younger days, and there was an extra pep in my step as I made my way towards the classic car that awaited me.

Gleaming and a brilliant blue to match the sky, I took a second to appreciate it before I saw her.

My prized package, all wrapped up in a gauzy dress, looking at me expectantly. She wasn’t a local — it didn’t make me feel powerful to have a poor woman with few options serve me. No, she’d been shipped in as well, an import from home. I’d ordered her as others ordered movies.

Blonde hair cascaded down her shoulders, her fit and firm body porcelain coloured.

I couldn’t help but smile. The agency had delivered me the perfect woman, and as she made her way over to me, she seemed so small and delicate. Her head tilted and those full lips parted as she waited my first order.

Well, that wasn’t true. My first order had been that she wasn’t to speak unless spoken to, and she was fulfilling that wonderfully.

Pretty and demure, that lovely young woman walked up to sheepishly press against my side, as if she were longing to be my latest adornment. Such perfect white teeth in that smile, such a bright excited glimmer in her eyes. She was mine for the trip, but she didn’t look unhappy to be. Perhaps she was pleased to find out her keeper for the trip was handsome and fit, rather than the stereotype of what guy requires her services.

Who could blame her for that bit of relief?

I patted her on the head and motioned towards the car.

“Get into the backseat,” I instructed slowly, as if talking to a child. She was legal, of course. I only dealt with reputable companies, after all, and ensured that there’d be no public fallout should they get wind of my excursion. But who can blame me for wanting to treat the little beauty like that?

I turned my back on her, trusting her to do as I’d instructed as I looked to my guard and right hand man. Elliot had been with me almost since the start, and I trusted him with everything. He was already getting my suitcases, ready to load them into the trunk, but I still watched him as my pet lifted her near see-through dress and climbed into the back seat.

Those long, shapely legs of hers were ivory coloured and so beautiful. The kind that just made you want to kiss them, rub your hands along them, all before feeling them wrap about your waist and cling to you.

She slipped in deep to the center of the back seat, adjusting her blonde hair as she waited for me, leaving that slender stalk of a neck exposed facing me.