Tasting Candy: Over 60 Erotic Pregnancy Stories

With that, he impales me on his cock, and I let out a cry that rolls down the misty hill, his cock filling up my insides with such sweet, blissful wholeness that makes my heart soar. I feel ecstatic with him inside me, and I’m helpless as he starts to buck into me.

There’s a new fire to Lord Alastair. I’ve sensed it there, just under the surface in the past few weeks. And I’ve felt it too. Now, though, our love out in the open, I feel a renewed sense of youth, like my life is just beginning — and I’m going to build it up even more. With him.

Together.

My pussy is tighter around him, wetter and more willing than ever before. The effect I’m having on him is even stronger than usual, his face strained and full of need as he looks into my eyes, utter passion and love at a new height as his cock swells larger than ever before.

I need him. I need this. And to know that he needs me just as badly sends me spilling over the precipice of my first orgasm, the first and most sincere testament of our love together, here under this old tree.

I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling myself into him the best I can as he rams into me, his movements both large and powerful, yet precise. He knows my pussy so well, knows just how to fill it up and fill me up, satisfy my every desire. His hands clench around my thighs, rubbing against the most sensitive parts of me, and I can feel his loving touch even through the warm clothing he’s given me.

His hands rove to my ass, and the way he caresses me as the tip of his spear grinds against my g-spot makes me feel more loved than I ever thought a woman could be.

“I’m going to make you mine, Maisie,” he says, a statement laden with power in its very tone. “I’m going to breed you, and you’ll carry my child. And when it’s born, I’ll breed you again, and again,” he repeated, thrusting into me with each repetition, pushing me up the tree with his swollen, needy cock, so thick and heavy with potent seed that my fertile pussy is just begging to be filled up with.

“I want to be drunk on you, Master,” I gasp, a whimpering lilt to my plea, “I want your seed in me! I want it to overflow, fuck, I want you all over my body!”

As I speak, he gets faster and harder, hardly even using the tree’s strength to hold me up anymore as he pumps into me, a hard and fast piston with just as much machine-like precision. He’s so swollen and pulsing that I don’t know how he’s keeping control of himself, but he is, all for me.

Orgasm after orgasm wracks me, making my toes curl in my boots and my hands claw at his back. I want so badly to scratch him, to bite into his shoulder out of the love swelling and bursting through my chest, but all I can do is whimper and gasp as he uses me like a toy.

He’s given me so much, treated me so regally for someone he’s just been using to fuck, but it’s been so much more than that. Never did I think our sessions would turn into this, but god, I can’t get enough.

“How could you love me, Alastair?” the question finally spills out, my eyes fluttering open as he pounds me. “How could you love just a maid?”

He grabs my hair hard, pulling my head back as he stops, leaning back off the tree to show me that he can support my weight on his cock alone, and my jaw hangs open as I’m now truly impaled on it. “That’s the only stupid question you’ve ever asked me, Maisie,” he says with a devilish smile. ?

??I could have all the world on a silver platter. I do. But none of it is worth the dust it’s all made of compared to you.”

He thrusts up, and I feel another mind-blowing orgasm wash over me, and I lean back, letting my head rest against the tree, breathing heavily.

“Well, you know what they say,” I manage, half-delirious from the passion. “Your mind doesn’t work right when you’re in love.”

He takes me by the hips and starts bucking up into me, such virility and masculinity in every motion that I lose track of what’s going on around me. I’m like fertile soil, desperate and ready to accept his seed, to take in every ounce of it. Heavy, powerful balls slap against my flesh as he pounds me, and I feel him getting harder than ever.

Finally, his mouth opens, and just as he lets out a terrifyingly powerful groan and clutches me closes to him, he explodes within me, his seed filling up my pussy in the first shot as he kisses me, moaning into it.

I feel the very essence of Lord Alastair planting within me as he comes, shot after shot, the pearly fluid running down his shaft after so many uncontrolled, wanton bursts of come inside me. I’ve never been hotter in my life. He comes until I’m truly and utterly full, and when I can take no more, he keeps coming, holding me close to him as his cock pulses and twitches its last.

Finally, there’s just us, nothing else in the world mattering around us as the cool English breeze wraps us in an embrace, unable to penetrate the warmth between us as our hearts beat together.

“You bring light to my dark heart, Maisie,” he whispers into my ear, lovingly.

“And I’m yours, Alastair,” I whisper back. “Forever.”

For the first time in many years, sunlight filters through all the once-closed black curtains of the manor, and I’m scurrying around the house as best as I can with a swollen belly, our baby strong and lively inside me.

After our impromptu proposal, Alastair made a proper arrangement on Christmas Eve, presenting me with the biggest diamond ring I’d ever seen in the middle of a Christmas feast with the rest of the family, including his three brothers. Tears flowed from my eyes, but I’d never been happier in my life. I hadn’t started to show then, but it wasn’t long after that the pregnancy was announced.

“What do you think of Argentina, darling?” Lord Alastair asks me in the study, pouring over a few documents as I look over his shoulder with a smile. We’ve been planning our honeymoon for days, and he just can’t seem to pin down the perfect location.

“I’m not sure, but you know, you could use a computer and join the rest of us in the 21st century!” I tease, wrapping my arms around his back. He smiles and stands up, kissing me on the forehead before rubbing my swollen belly.

“Perhaps Venice, then. You did say you wanted a gondola ride, and carnevale is coming up in February.”

I grin, my heart filled with delight. “Anywhere in the world would be a dream come true with you, love,” I say, hearing that English accent creeping up on me again. I swear, my baby’s blue blood is having an effect on me!

“Well,” he says with a laugh, “we have all the time in the world to decide where the best ‘anywhere’ in the world is, don’t we?” He hugs me, and we look out on the beautiful, sun-kissed windows onto the grounds. New staff have been hired on to join the old, and I’ve never seen any of them so happy. The gardens are alive with color and light again, and as I look out on the grounds as the soon-to-be Lady Delaney, I feel like I’ve found my rock at last.