Tasting Candy: Over 60 Erotic Pregnancy Stories

I reach up and wrap my arms around his neck, pull myself up, and kiss his stupid face deeply on the lips, feeling a moan of triumph erupt from my chest, primal instinct and overwhelming emotion winning the day.

He doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t have to. And he knows it. His hand grabs my bare ass, yanking me closer to his hardening cock, and his tongue delves into my mouth to explore my tongue as his other hand goes to my hair.

My hands travel up his sides and chest as if meeting them for the first time. I’ve fought so hard for something real in life, something sincere, and I know now that the realest thing I could possibly want is right here in front of me.

His hand goes from my ass to my breast, and he pushes me away to look me up and down with those hungry, possessive eyes. I can’t help it. I’ve known I’m his ever since that gaze first fell on me. I’d be his victim even if he didn’t fess up to me, but the fact that he did makes this all the sweeter.

He bends down and squeezes my hips, mouth going to my breast and devouring them ravenously. I let out soft moans as his teeth graze my hardening nipples, each brush, the slightest stimulation lighting my whole body up in a live wire of arousal. My pussy is so wet, and the warmth of the shower is only making it easier for me to get turned on.

He feels me between my legs, fingers greedily invading my cunt and feeling just how ready I am. I grins knowingly, and I turn pink. He knows I’m helpless before him. He’s like a drug that I'm hooked on, his masculinity a downright intoxicating substance I want to get lost in and never find my way out of.

Then I remember that the

whole world knows we’re together, and my abdomens tense as the very thought of that drives me close to orgasm. But as Tristan recognizes the telltale signs in my face, he withdraws his fingers, wagging them at me chidingly.

“You won’t get off that easily,” he growls huskily, and I don’t have to wonder what that means. A mix of fear and excitement ripple up my body as he picks me up and presses me against the wall, hot water running between us as he holds me up, pinning me, exposing me.

“If you’re going to be mine, doll,” he says, his thick tone husky, his accent like sweet sugar on his voice, “I want to hear it from you.”

“Tristan,” I gasp desperately, “I’ve always been yours — I love you, Tristan, I love you so fucking much.”

My reward is the full length of his cock pushing into my cunt as he lets me sink onto it, pinning me between him and the wall.

His mouth lunges for my neck like a predator taking down a gazelle, and I let out a cry of ecstasy as he starts to pound up into me.

My feet are dangling uselessly beneath us. His hands hold up my ass, feeling every inch of give on the wet skin as his mouth ravages my neck. His chest is brushing against my taut nipples, and I’m a ruined mess of pleasure as his spear provides the center of irresistible desire, that massive column rocking into me fiercely.

It’s rough. We’re just fucking senselessly in a dirty motel in the middle of nowhere. No protection, no inhibitions, and finally, no more barriers between us. His cock pulses with hunger for me, and I let out a scream as his dark, bulging crown strikes my g-spot and draws out the honey in me, the first orgasm crashing through me like a tidal wave.

“I’m yours, Tristan!” I gasp, clenching my pussy as he groans and bucks into me harder, using me like a toy in his hands, manipulating my body as easily as one. “I don’t want anything but you right now!”

“You’re gonna have all of it, you lustful little doll,” he growls, his voice downright beastial. It’s like we’re on the car all over again, primal instinct taking over as he starts bucking into me with machine-like rhythm, nothing driving either of us but the primal need to breed.

And Tristan is a male specimen unlike any other. He’s the alpha, the prime, the apex predator who’s taken me out of my comfort zone and fucked me senseless ever since. Nothing is better than being his prey, and he wants nothing but me. My form is imprinted on his mind, and his body reacts accordingly, a savage, unbridled lust that I feel proven in every pulse and twitch of that massive member nestled deep inside me.

He’s delving into my deepest depths, and each of his thrusts takes another half-shouted yelp from my throat. My heart is pounding out of my chest, trying to reach his, and I can feel every one of his massive, Herculean muscles bulging and tensing with anticipation. He’s holding nothing back from me, and I can tell.

I’m going to need some practice to be his woman.

He relaxes his grip on my ass and lets me sink further, somehow, onto his cock, and I let out a shout as another orgasm wracks me, my fingernails digging into his back and leaving scratch marks as my toes clench and my back arches. This is a sweeter punishment than I ever could have asked for, ever dreamed for. My old hopes and lusts feel so stupid in hindsight. I never knew the reality that was waiting for me.

Waiting to split me open with the ferocity of a lion.

His instinctive thrusting grows faster and faster, less coherent and more of a wild mess, heedless of me or anything other than the biological urge to reproduce. His balls are tightening. I’m going to be his mate, his claimed woman in this wild world he’s tearing through.

And as he bites on my neck, teeth digging sweetly into me while my nails streak across his back, nothing in the world could seem sweeter to me.

I let out a loud scream that mingles with his groan as we come together. Pearly, priceless seed issues out of the tip of his cock like a fresh spring. I’m torn between wanting to lap it up or take all of it into my needy, fertile womb as he pours himself into me, his spout utterly unleashed. He grabs my hips and pulls me closer onto him as he lets more and more of himself pulse into my cunt, plastering the inner walls with thick, pearly, liquid white gold.

I’m vaguely aware of him holding me up as he comes, and he bends me down, cradling me in his arms like a demigod carrying away a mortal as he angles me down to let more and more of his seed jet into me.

I’m a vessel for him, his superior seed planting in me more sweetly than anything my hormone-addled mind could have thought up. I grasp desperately for his abs and chest as he spills out into me, and finally, after what feels like an eternity I never want to end, the flow subsides, and his cock rests inside me as we’re left breathing in the afterglow of animalistic sex.

The only place I ever want to be from here on out.

“Oh my god,” I breathe as I look out the plane window a month later, watching the English landscape below as we approach the London airport. It’s a breathtaking sight. Tristan gives me a gentle hug from my side, his huge arm more secure than the seatbelts of the plane as he chuckles.

“Home sweet home,” he muses.