Tasting Candy: Over 60 Erotic Pregnancy Stories

But already, I was more excited than I’d ever been, my nipple hardening beneath his fingertip, my pussy glowing with heat so near to his hand. I wanted his touch, raw and without all of the hindrances of clothing.

I pulled away for a moment, opening my eyes as I gazed at his face, looking for a sense of questioning or concern.

Instead all I saw was raw desire, and as if he could read my mind he began to undo the buttons of my blouse, freeing my ample chest from its confines as he worked those nimble fingers on down. He was ravenous, like a beast without its feeding in weeks. He tore open my shirt and deftly undid my bra, as his other hand dipped on down to hook into my panties and tug them aside. He traced along the bare lips of my cunny, felt their warm, wet folds and gave a growling husky groan of desire.

My pink nipples stiffened to the cool cabin air, my hot pussy so wet that it sent a shiver up my spine.

He was gorgeous. Far more gorgeous than any man I’d ever been with, and he had a soul — and a bank account — to match. He was everything I’d been looking for and didn’t know.

I kept wondering if it was a dream, if it was something I’d be cruelly woken from without a chance to see it through, and so I rushed him on, begging him to touch me as my hands roamed over his shoulders and to the front of his shirt, undressing him as he did me.

I was surprised to find that he looked as good under his clothes as he did over them, his broad shoulders and chest revealed to be brawny and muscular, with a dark peppering of hair. He was every bit the manly man he appeared to be, and he shed his top at my urging so that we were both exposed.

His pants came next, showing the bulge in his boxer-briefs. It looked too big to be true, but my eager, anxious fingers probed along it, felt the thick, veiny shaft beneath and just had to free it. The big, bulging shaft sprang out freely, bulging with veins and a purple crown that glistened with precum. He was hefty and long, the biggest man I’d ever seen in that department.

My mouth hung open, and part of me wanted to taste it. To taste him.

I licked my lips, hungering for it. For him.

I knew I was staring, but I couldn’t help it. He was absolutely glorious.

“James,” I whimpered, and it was the first word either of us had spoken in so long.

He muttered aloud my name in return, “Sarah” rolling off his tongue as a gravelly utterance as he kissed his way down from my lips, across my neck. Licking and suckling as he went, kneading my breast flesh as he lowered himself down so that the tip of his cock teased at my moist little cunny, prodding and expertly exciting it as he went from my clit on down.

His mouth felt so good on my body, but even that bit of bliss was overshadowed by the exquisiteness of the sensation of his cock rubbing against me. I wanted him to sink it in so badly I didn’t know how I could manage another moment longer without it.

“Please!” I begged of him.

“Yes,” he growled in response, and he clenched my breast in his hard, powerful hand and then pushed his hips forward. His thick, bulging cock, unsheathed and oh so huge, simply shoved itself betwixt my dainty labia. That bulging monstrosity pierced my womanhood, sinking in deep, deep towards my fertile womb as he let loose a lewd, husky groan of satisfaction.

I was lost to sin, to sinfulness, and I’d never felt so good and alive. I moaned, trying not to scream lest the pilots hear me, my entire body trembling with need and lust.

He felt so good, my wet pussy begging for more.

“Fuck me!” I cried out, so unlike myself.

James obliged, his powerful body coiling back like a snake ready to strike. And his snake did indeed strike; that thick, pulsating cock of his pounding down into me again as he began to thrust. Pumping his girth into me he let loose such throaty groans as he nipped and sucked at my neck, pawing at my tits with his big, strong grasp.

I’d never been prey to such intense, skillful desires before. Such an attentive, masculine man, who catered to myself and him with his every lustful move.

I bit down hard on my lower lip, trying to silence another scream that threatened me as I lifted my hips, begging for him to go deeper.

I was a wanton woman for him, for the pleasure he was giving me, and there was no going back.

With one hand he reached down, cupping the underside of my thick thigh and lifting it up to his side. He continued to thrust and pummel my wanting, pink pussy, his thumb sliding in around my outer thigh to circle and tease my clit.

The lewd, low groans he gave produced a delightful bass to my own moans and cries, his other hand kneading at my breast flesh as we screwed so far up in the air.

“Oh fuck, Sarah,” he groaned out so crassly. “You feel so damn good!”

I cried out, sucking in a breath to try to compensate it as he thrust into me. Though just then there was a ding, and the pilot’s voice sounded over the system.

“We’re heading into a bit of turbulence, though after that it should be smooth flying and we’ll be landing at JFK in about forty-five minutes.”

Just as he finished, though, the turbulence began, the vibration rocking through the cabin.

There we both lay upon the plush sofa, our bodies rocking, thrusting and grinding as the whole plane shook around us. James’ powerful body pummeling my slick, needy cunny as he thrust down betwixt my wet folds, plunging to the very depths of my fertile quim.