Tasting Candy: Over 60 Erotic Pregnancy Stories

His fingers are long and strong, and I feel like he could pick me up with one hand as he his index digs deep into me, holding my eye contact as he guides me over to one of the tables. In a swing, he brushes the papers onto the floor before pushing me back onto it. His hand then goes to my pants and un

buttons the front, fingers never leaving my pussy, and as I lean back, I try to clench my thighs as he strokes deep inside me, a slow, thoughtful motion that elicits a gasp from my chest.

He gives a low murmur as he smiles. “I like to feel a woman completely before I enter her,” he says, stroking again as he holds my thighs apart gently yet firmly, “but you, Harper, you’re something else, aren’t you?”

I can’t answer, my mind abuzz with the sensation of this surreal Adonis stroking my inside, and then he grazes my g-spot, and my eyes widen, and I let out a squeak involuntarily. He laughs, and I can feel his rock-hard cock grinding against me through his pants. “There we are,” he says in a low, hot voice, and despite a whimper of protest, he slips his hand out and starts to undo his own pants.

I’m breathing hot and heavy when he lowers them, and when his cock comes out, it’s more impressive than even my orgasmic dreams promised. The girth is so huge that I wonder if I can even fit the thing into my mouth—but why does the thought of it in my mouth come so readily to me? I’m a grad student, for god’s sake, not some cock-hungry sex fiend. But when I look at Will, the line gets blurred really fast.

His hands strokes his cock, from the bulging crown, down the thick, vein-ribbed shaft, to the heavy, virile balls at the base. I don’t have to have my mouth on that godly cock to know how potent he is. He reaches into his pocket to take out a condom—the bastard, he was expecting to fuck someone today—but I shake my head despite myself.

“No,” I breathe, “I want to feel you. I want that thing inside me raw.” What the actual fuck, Harper?!

Despite the desperate protests of my judgement, I push my hips up, and he narrows his eyes at me. I watch them rove up and down my body, taking in my breasts, the shorts pulled down with no panties under them, and he lingers on my hips a while. As he does, I see his cock stiffen a little harder, if such a thing were even possible.

“You are a very interesting one, Harper Emerson,” he muses, his voice deep, raspy with hunger. He holds my thighs apart and rests his dick on my swollen, puffy, needy lips, and before I can even say anything, he enters me.

Instantly, I feel my insides light on fire, an all-consuming, ecstatic fire I never knew I needed before now, but as I start to cry out in pleasure, he puts a strong hand over my mouth, narrowing his eyes as he starts to grind into me all the way to the shaft.

“Quiet now, Harper,” he says with a grin, “don’t want the workers to hear us, do we?”

Maybe I do.

As his balls touch my ass and he starts bucking back and forth properly, my eyes roll back into my head, my jaw hanging open when he takes his mouth away. His hands are iron bands around my thighs, leaving my needy cunt utterly exposed to him, desperate for his attention, and he’s so fucking generous!

He pounds into me, his cock swelling even more as I’m so tight around him, feeling every last inch of his monstrously satisfying cock. His head bulges within me, hitting spots I never even thought were accessible.

It doesn’t take me long to realize that this man isn’t like ordinary men, even if this is my first time. God, this is my first time—and I’m giving it up to a man I’ve only known for a few hours!

The thought makes something primal well up in me, and I can’t hold back a scream as my orgasm wracks my body, honey flooding that perfect, godly shaft lodged deep inside me, reaching in and caressing most sensitive, private parts of my cunt.

His hands squeeze into me after I let out that loud announcement of my passion, and his cock arches up inside me as he pounds, his crown grinding against my g-spot and leaving me paralyzed, impaled on him.

“Well well,” he coos, his voice thick with pleasure, “now everyone’s heard what you’ve done, Harper.”

Good, something within me says. Where did that even come from? He bends over and reaches up my shirt, unclasping my bra and toying with my stiff nipples, flicking them as he smiles at me.

“Do you know how badly I wanted to come into your trailer last night and bend you over your expensive toys and welcome you to the island?” Another orgasm. I don’t know how much more I can take.

“I wanted you to come in so fucking bad, Will,” I gasp, my voice not even my own anymore.

“Did you think about me?” he asks, and I can’t get that melodic voice out of my head. “Were you a good little student, or did you touch yourself for comfort last night? Am I everything you thought I would be?”

“So much more,” I breathe, managing to open my eyes and look up at him. My body is glistening with perspiration. This man is spoiling me—I wonder if I’ll ever be able to look at another man again and not compare him to this Adonis.

He grins and bends forward, mouth suckling my neck again, this time harder, and I gasp as I feel his teeth grazing, nipping, then biting at my flesh. My hands dig into his back, but that only spurs his machine-like bucking and ravenous sucking on.

“I’m going to leave a mark on you so that everyone who couldn’t hear your little outburst knows just how horny you are for me,” he says into my ear, and this time, the tension in my lower abdomen gets so tight, so unstoppable, that I’m about to let out another scream when he presses his lips into mine and a paralyzing orgasm washes over me, and everything becomes a blur of ecstasy.

I feel his cock swelling up inside me, and his pounding becomes faster, harder, more irregular, and just as I feel his balls tightening and watch that gorgeous head tilt back, he pulls his cock out of me, and without even thinking, without the first impulse besides pure, primal instinct comes to me, I lean forward and wrap my lips around his purple crown, tasting my honey on it just before his seed shoots out into my mouth and hits the back of my throat as he lets out a deep, satisfied groan.

Shot after shot empties out into me, and I wash my tongue over his cock, savoring the taste of him, feeling each pulse and twitch of his cock as tension washes from him.

I did that, something congratulates me in my mind, the same voice that made me throw my tongue on his cock. I swallow his seed, the taste so fucking delicious on my tongue.

I couldn’t stand the thought of him coming outside my body, I realize, and it sends a shiver up my spine. I crack my eyes open and look up at him when he finally pulls out of me, and there’s that cocky grin on his face again as his massive chest rises and falls.

“Welcome to our little slice of paradise, Miss Grad Student,” he says in a husk.