Tasting Candy: Over 60 Erotic Pregnancy Stories

“You fuckin’ bitch!” he screamed at me, but Asher belted him in the face when the word was still fresh on his lips.

“Don’t talk to a fuckin’ lady that way, you animal!” Asher said, breathing heavy as he pulled a rope from his belt and began to tie the man up.

“Are you okay?!” I asked in a panic.

“Get back in the house, Shelby,” Asher warned me, and it was dire. The bikes were now roaring down the long drive from the road, right up towards my front door. “Thanks for your help, but you can’t be here anymore!”

I stepped back at his insistence, but it was a war within me. I didn’t wanna just abandon him! But as the bikes pulled up, I realized I was too late.

I headed into the porch in order to make my way into the house proper when a shot rang out, shatterin’ the glass of the porch area all around me. I dropped to my hands and knees, a scream stuck in my throat.

Asher dove behind the truck, which he’d set up as a barrier, with sacks stacked up beneath to hide his presence below.

The shootout didn’t last long, as the big thugs got off their bikes and advanced in.

I crawled forwards to get to the house, but there I could see out the front storm door, a big fat man with a shotgun — the guy who must’ve blown out my window! — roundin’ the truck. His gaze turned to me, but before he could swing his shotgun around, Asher was on him!

Asher grabbed the barrel of the shotgun and rammed it into the big lug’s face, shattering his nose. He wrenched the shotgun away from him, then struck the guy comin’ up next across the jaw with the butt. I could hear the crack of bone and he went down too.

But the last fella was still at the motorcycles, and he fired at Asher. Asher ducked back behind the truck as a few more shots zipped past.

“Tell me where that fuckin’ girl is you thievin’ piece of shit!” cried out the man from the motorcycle. And I suddenly found myself utterly confused.

What girl?

“I’d sooner hand you my balls on a platter, Marv,” Asher called out in such a deceptively calm voice. A few more shots rang out.

“I’ll have your balls yet, you shit!” cried Marv, as his cohorts lay tied up, or huddled, shieldin’ themselves from the crossfire. “But you tell me where that girl is and maybe I won’t—”

Asher popped out, fired his first shot of the night, and I was terrified. Someone might die on my land… killed by the man I’d fallen for.

All over a girl?

I was stricken, in more ways than one. But when I dared peek out, I got to see what Asher did.

He’d shot out the tire on the motorcycle that Marv was hidin’ behind, so it toppled over atop the man, causin’ him to holler out from the crushin’ weight of that hunk of metal.

“Fuck you, Ash!” he cried out through gritted teeth, against the pain and agony. “You piece of shit!”

Asher came in at him cautiously, and kicked the gun out of his reach as quick as he could, leavin’ Marv pinned and in agony.

“I’m not handing over an innocent girl to the likes of you,” Asher said, holding the shotgun still.

I got up and pushed out through the storm door.

Though that was careless of me, ‘cause the moment I did… that big lug with the broken nose was on me, arm around my throat, hand wrestlin’ for my gun.

“Asher!” I cried out before the biker choked off my voice.

“Drop that fuckin’ shotgun, shit head!” he yelled over my shoulder at Asher. “And tell us where you took the girl too, or else this one gets it!” And it was more than an idle threat, because I eventually lost my grip on the gun.

There was no delay.

“Okay!” Asher said, slowly lowerin’ himself down to lay the shotgun on the ground. “Just let her go and I’ll tell you,” he said.

He let me go, but not entirely. He still grabbed my wrist, and pointed the gun at me.

“Where is she?!” he yelled. “You know she’s worth a lot of money to us, and she knows too much!”