Tasting Candy: Over 60 Erotic Pregnancy Stories

Her mouth welcomed mine rather than resisted, and it was such a sweet mingling of tastes.

She purred softly, her breath hitching upon my tongue as such suckled it. Her body jolted against me with each thrust, her blonde hair fanned around her like a halo.

I became insatiable for her then, that kiss helping bring me over the edge so I hammered her all the harder. Thrust after thrust pounding down into her as I made the bed shake, the house full of the sounds of our fucking.

I felt like I owned her then, and I rose back, our lips popping free as I squeezed her breast and felt out her firm tummy on down to her pubic mound. I wanted to tease her to orgasm, but not without her begging.

“Say you’re mine,” I commanded her darkly, my hard body rocking as I pumped into her. “Say you’re mine and maybe I’ll let you cum on my cock.”

She was clearly torn and for a second I wondered if I’d pushed her too far, found that limit — and so soon! It was only our first day, after all.

Her lower lip quivered as her eyes darted away, but very quickly did that desperation win out. Her mouth parted, drawing in breath before she met my eyes as she spoke.

“I’m. Yours.”

Those two words, so clear and unmistakable, filled with such conviction.

I couldn’t help but spread my lips into a big ol’ grin, and gave her a nice hard fucking to reward her.

My thumb dipped down to the apex of her slit, finding her clit and beginning to work around it, using all the years of my expertise to stoke that little nub up to a high fire. Despite it being my fourth time that day, and me no longer being a spring chicken, I was getting close, and I wanted to make that lil’ beauty queen scream before the night was out.

Our earlier trysts had been burning her body to a white heat, and it took so little for her to start trembling. Those warning signs kept building as her body writhed and whimpered, hips arching towards my hand and taking me in so damn deep as that building pleasure started to silence her mind of any doubts.

It couldn’t have been more than a minute before she was violently quaking beneath me, her body arched and filled with electricity as she came, her pussy milking my dick.

That tight little cunny drained me dry as it went over that precipice, it’s vice grip milking my cock and making my knees buckle. I fell over her, my dick spasming as it shot its thick load out, filling her depths as I quaked and quivered.

Even though it was my fourth time, I gave her a nice, healthy load of creamy seed, pumped right to the very depths of her cunt, splattered against her womb.

I shuddered and groaned as the last of my essence was pulled out of me and into her.

It was almost a shame to think it’d all be over soon. After all, fucking her raw three times a day? She was probably already knocked up.

But as I squeezed her breast and heard the way it made her moan, I wasn’t so certain that her being pregnant would stop either of us.

The Fertile Bride

Book Themes:

Cheating, Bareback, Creampie, Breeding, and Infidelity

Word Count:

4,231

She looked at me with such pleading in her eyes, but I still couldn’t understand what I was hearing. I was supposed to be the best man at her wedding, stand next to my two friends as they walked down the aisle.

Yet here was Juliet, pleading with me to knock her up before the ceremony. They’d rented out an entire hotel with her daddy’s money, and she’d given me a room in a tucked away corner.

“Please, Blake,” she said softly, her warm eyes filled with such love and affection. “I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t important to me. You don’t even have to like it,” she said, but that was a load of bullshit. She’d known I’d been into her for years, ever since we first met, but she’d always chosen other guys over me.

My shock was slowly wearing off, leaving in its place a dirty smirk.

“Will you be wearing your dress?” I asked, and even though she blushed and lowered her eyes, I saw her smile too.

It was a strange set of circumstances, I won’t deny that. The hotel was rather busy, all the guests for the wedding bustling about, preparing for the big event itself. I never cared for such things, and if I didn’t have special plans I would’ve just been waiting downstairs in the bar.

However, I had a special, albeit secret, role to play that evening. Juliet wanted a baby, and she wanted it to be mine. Was her husband-to-be sterile? Or did she simply want to make sure her kid had an advantage in me as its father?