Tasting Candy: Over 60 Erotic Pregnancy Stories

The climb up the stairs was taken over the elevator, because I knew I’d get us there faster that way. Turning to look at her every few moments, appreciating her beauty as we climbed the open-air stairs until we at last reached my floor.

I pressed her up against the door, kissed her plush, pouty lips hard as I fumbled with the keys and door in the other hand. I wanted her so bad, and I couldn’t restrain myself now that we’d stopped at last. I slowly worked the door open, until we both swung inwards.

She laughed, my arm jammed behind her, but it just made it easier to embrace her and draw her further into the room. It was pretty nice, all told, with towel swans on the bed that I quickly knocked onto the floor without consideration of them. I had bigger things on my mind.

By bigger I immediately thought of those ample breasts of hers, that threatened to burst free of her dress at any moment. They strained the confines of that gorgeous number, and I reached up to greedily grasp at one of those mounds. To squeeze and fondle that plump tit like it was the first I ever felt.

It wasn’t, but it was the finest. Supple and full, firm yet soft.

I gave a low, lewd groan of approval as we fell to the large, king sized bed before the massive glass doors overlooking the balcony and beach beyond.

I felt like a king in the lavish room, but with her pinned beneath me, even more so. She felt like a delicious treat, a delicacy I’d never had, and I kissed down her throat as she offered it up to me, encouraging my downward descent towards her breasts.

I was ravenous by then though, and I lifted my hand up over the full mass of her breast and curled my digits into the fleshy mound. I yanked down her dress, exposing the fullness of her tit just before my kisses made their way to it. I worked on down, supping at the perky teat, made my way around the light areola of her dark breast.

Her skin was so smooth and soft, I was rapturous with delight!

She tasted like the sun, like the warm breeze off the ocean. Her skin was so warm from the heat of the day, and her moan was like sweet music. She arched her back, her hands going to the back of my head and encouraging my supping at her.

Her nipple stiffened quickly against my thumb, and my free hand wrapped around her thigh, pulling it apart before feeling inwards. Seeking my prize between her thighs.

To my surprise and delight, she wore not a stitch of clothing beneath her dress. And my bare hand found her warm, wet cunny without delay, my long digits stroking over her glossy little quim and making her mewl for me.

“You’re stunning,” I growled out as my cock strained against the fabric of my pants and I worked my fingers up to the apex of her cunny, then back to wriggle through her labia and tease her clit directly, circling and nudging it.

She was grinding against my hand so wantonly, and I could tell how much she wanted it.

No, she needed it.

Me.

It turned me on like I couldn’t believe. This hot, exotic woman who was so desperate for me. I didn’t know how long I could contain myself, and I sucked her nipple harder, making her purr.

My middle finger pushed between her velvety folds, feeling her clench around it so tightly.

Part of me wished I had just taken her to the beach, fucked her in the sand, but instead I brushed that aside, enjoyed the cool ocean breeze as it brushed in past me through the window, though it couldn’t temper our heat. Not even a little.

I fingered and teased her, suckled her teat, but eventually I had to pull back, and before I had a chance to do it myself, her hands went to my shirt. Those nimble little fingers of hers undid my top, exposed my bare, hard chest beneath, my thick pecs and bulging abs. Then on down they went, working open my pants and reaching inside my boxer-briefs, tugging out that thick, meaty shaft.

Her almond-shaped eyes lit up at the sight of it, that hefty beast of a cock resting upon her palm, throbbing with desire from stem to crown. Veins all along its length, pulsating as I stared down at her with desire.

She’d felt it so intimately earlier, while we were dancing and she was grinding in against me, but to see it pleased her. She couldn’t wait to have me stick it in, and she gave me a few strokes, warming me up.

Her thumb went to the tip of my cock, teasing out some precum and dragging it down, making my cock shine as her legs spread.

Those smooth, soft inner thighs beckoned me in between them, and I obliged happily. I sank in between, letting her hand guide my throbbing shaft to her cunny, where molten steel met her warm flower.

A kiss of her petals to my cock was followed by the overwhelmingly satisfying feeling of her tight little cunny walls embracing my shaft. I sank down into her, raw and reckless. I wanted her too bad to think, and she never uttered a complaint as I sank down balls deep into her, letting loose a noisy groan of satisfaction as I did.

We were taking such a risk, me fucking her without a bit of protection, but maybe I wanted to walk on the wild side. To just let my worries and fears go and do what felt right.

And her warm, wet pussy around my cock? That felt so right. She was perfect, spreading her legs and then beckoning me in closer. She was ravenous for me, the way she bucked her hips closer so that I could hilt myself in her completely.

It was obscene, the way I was splitting her tight little cunny open, but it looked so right.

Seeing those beautiful, puffy wet petals stretched around my bulging, veiny shaft just got me so damn excited; even on top of my already bursting enthusiasm!

I sank my fingers into her thick tit, squeezing that all-natural breast as I pulled back my hips, watching my cock tug back those folds. It was such a sweet feeling, the tight clench of her narrow cunny as I began to pump back into her, my heavy, cum-laden balls slapping to her dark ass as I fucked her against the bed.