Tasting Candy: Over 60 Erotic Pregnancy Stories

Elliot finished packing the trunk as I stood quietly watching, just letting her stew in anticipation, to see what she’d do and how she responded to pressure.

But she had the patience of an angel, and I couldn’t help but smile as I saw her sparkling blue eyes look at me.

I moved to the back seat with her, the hard seat against my back and ass as I looked to her.

“What’s your name?” I asked.

“Angela,” she said without pause, but what was most remarkable was just how beautiful that voice was. ‘Voice of an angel’ didn’t do her justice, and it made me regret having silenced her for as long as I did.

She was the whole package, a body that belonged on the cover of magazines and billboards, a voice that should be singing before a crowd. The grace of a lady far her senior in years and social standing. Her every little move so dainty and meticulous as she crossed her legs and let her hands rest over her knee.

“Well, Angel,” I said, taking ownership of that name and rebranding her. “I think you’re going to have a wonderful vacation.” My hand went to her thin, toned thigh, resting atop it and squeezing as Elliot went into the front seat and started us on our journey.

With the windows down, it blew her blond hair away from her perfect cheekbones, the little button nose that made her look so youthful.

She leaned in against me, slender arms coiling about my own as she pressed her surprisingly ample bust to my bicep. She was the full package, and as she gazed up at me with such sparkling eyes, I could see down that dress to the sight of such ample, pale breasts on display.

“I know we will, Sir,” she said with such reverence and respect in each word.

I was only a man, and I couldn’t control the way I began to swell at those sweet words, at the press of her body to mine. I leaned back, trying to look more relaxed, when all I could think about was getting to the hotel and ravishing her.

She wasn’t just any companion, after all. She was chosen for my tastes, and I throbbed again just thinking about it.

Thinking about making her mine.

It was an old colonial style building, settled amongst the trees and overlooking the ocean. Beautiful sand and water spread out before us, the cities and towns hidden by the lush foliage. The sea air blew in, and it was as if all my worries simply melted away. Especially with beautiful Angel still shimmying into me, needy for approval that I never truly gave.

Elliot opened my door, and I held out my hand to help Angel out as I looked upon the great hotel. It could easily house a couple dozen families, but it was far more exclusive than that, and only a few cars were parked nearby.

I strode towards the building with the same slow, measured gait of the locals, taking my time to enjoy the warm sun on my skin and the breeze in my hair.

I felt so relaxed, and yet, I also felt this excitement beneath the surface of my skin. I didn’t want to rush, though. I wanted to soak in every moment of my vacation.

“What do you think, Angel?”

She looked like a kid in a candy store, eyes wide and shimmering, excitement radiating from her as she bit her lower lip and soaked it all in.

“It’s beautiful, simply beautiful,” she said soft and breathlessly. The ravishing young vixen nearly bouncing along my side with her excitement, rubbing against me with her supple, yielding breasts. She was the perfect, soft woman, who looked like she’d ever be in need of a hard, guiding father figure.

“Where are we staying, Sir?” she asked delightedly.

I smiled, taking a moment to stop and point to the east wing. “That’s us,” I said, “so that we can enjoy sunrise together.”

The way her eyes sparkled at that said she was delighted with the response, but then looking at her stare at our place for the vacation, I wouldn’t have been surprised if she’d reacted that way to whatever I said. She looked absolutely delighted just to be at my side.

Either she was a really good actress, or she was actually the real deal. An innocent little thing who wanted nothing more than to be taken care of.

A rare and true pet.

I’d find out soon enough, and I draped my arm around her delicate shoulders as I guided her inside.

Beautiful artwork surrounded us in the lobby. It wasn’t just the hung paintings, but the marble carvings, the way the ceiling as shaped as if to tell a story, it was beyond lavish. And it wasn’t like the high class places in New York, stripped of emotion and personality. It was true artisan work, and I couldn’t help but appreciate it.

I was a lover of the arts, and my own condo was filled with colour and passion. It was one of the few things that motivated me to earn as much as I did.

The second thing was the pristine young woman on my arm.

I led her up the marble staircase, listening to her heel click against the smooth stone, the two of us left alone as I showed her to our suite.