Tasting Candy: Over 60 Erotic Pregnancy Stories

But my body betrayed my mind once more and I smiled a dark smile. It was as though, for once, I had him at my will rather than the other way around.

The words tumbled from me before I could stop them.

“You wanna cum in my pussy raw?” I cooed darkly, my eyes fluttering closed as I lifted my hips and grounds against him. But even when I was trying to reclaim some of that control and power, he took it from me by way of a harder thrust that stole my breath and made my body tremble.

“I’m going to,” he growled back to me, moving his body so that his powerful thighs supported him as he pumped into me. His two hard, strong hands groping at my flesh. He felt my breasts, kneaded their perky skin, then one hand dipped down to reach his thumb in towards my clit, nudging my own hand away. That thick digit prodding and circling my sensitive bud provoking it.

“You wanted me to breed your tight little pussy since the club,” he said to me, never failing to amaze me. “You ground out your greedy little climax like a bitch in heat. And now I’ll give you exactly what you wanted and more,” he seemed to roar the longer he went on, his body moving with such composed savagery.

His words sent me spinning, and as his hand rubbed my clit, there was no running from it. Not from him, not from my desires and needs, not from the truth.

I couldn’t hide it if I wanted to, my body trembling against his as a spark grew in the low of my belly before jolting out. Every nerve in my body came alive once more, my vision fogging and I had to close my eyes as I screamed out, “Yes!”

My pussy squeezed his, begging for just what he threatened me with. But he wouldn’t relent, not yet. His actions stilled, instead focusing on rubbing my sensitive clit, making it throb against him until I was so sensitive and raw that I could barely take it any longer.

I thrashed beneath him, my limbs flailing, but still he didn’t relent.

Not until my pussy gushed hot liquid around him and I screamed louder, shame and arousal writ on the high notes of my messy orgasm.

Then and only then, did that brute of a mobster blow his load in me.

All that rippling, hard muscle writhing as he grunted and heaved with the intensity of his release. He ploughed deep into me, right to the utmost depths of my fertile cunny and let loose such a torrent of cum like I’d never experienced or heard tale of.

All through our combined climaxes, his hand on my face kept me locked in place, kept my gaze upon his as we both shook with orgasm.

I stared into the eyes of a hard, criminal man as he dumped all his seed into me, his every intent carnal and lewd.

“You’re mine,” he rumbled out as his dick swelled and thick gouts of semen shot into me, his hips rocking as he milked out every last drop of his spunk into my fertile depths.

Everything in me shook, pleasure and fear wrapping around one another as I stared up at him. My world spun, my body was raw and still quivering with the aftershocks of bliss, and I was so desperately trying to find my breath.

It was the most intense sex of my life, and I hungered for more, grinding against him like... like a bitch in heat. Just as he’d said. I wanted every bit of his cum in me, just primal need.

Even my ex-boyfriend would not have been able to deliver it to me so promptly as that, but that stallion of a man, Luc, was not daunted. He began to pump his hips again, stealing his gaze away from mine to peer at the sight of my puffy, reddened cunny lips clinging to his thick shaft as he began to tug and thrust his magnificent tool.

I wasn’t sure what I was getting into, because that big brute of a man seemed to know no limits. He was revving up to fuck me into oblivion, the thick, virile cum that filled me being pounded into my womb as he thrust into my tight cunny.

He reached under me, grabbing my thighs as he pulled himself up, and me to him, letting him angle me just the right way so that I screamed again.

“Too soon!” I pleaded, but there was no reprieve as he held me there, pinned between him and my shoulders, held in place as he thrust in, the thick cock rubbing against my g-spot. I didn’t even know it really existed, but he found it so promptly, and riding so high from my last orgasms, I was rendered into a twitching mess, trying to squirm free of the pleasure.

However, Luc was in full control. That massive, terrifying mobster who should’ve sent me running, but instead held me ensnared. He’d fucked me raw, blew his load in me and tried to knock me up, and there I was, pinned between his muscular body and the bed as he worked himself up towards another climax.

Watching him fuck me was like nothing I could’ve imagined. He had the physique of a bodybuilder, but the hard, rugged look of a man who knew the rough side of life. Yet he treated me with care even as he pounded me senseless and sought to knock me up in my lust-filled stupor.

I looked along the flat of my body and could see his cock thrusting into my puffy slit, soaking wet and pink with arousal, and oh... I wanted it. More.

I wasn’t thinking straight. I knew I wasn’t.

If I was, I wouldn’t have growled, “Please... Luc... Cum in me again.”

He was in charge, he held the reins, but he knew what I wanted even before I did. And he was barreling towards that next climax, making my body sing as he worked towards hammering me into bliss.

I could see his handsome, stoic face contort with pleasure. Such a savage brute brought to bear by the soft, tightness of my feminine form. His shoulders hunched forward, his balls tightened, and he rammed into me, growing closer and closer to his next release.

“I am going to make you my personal little fuck slut,” he growled, at long last his body giving in and his dick throbbing thickly as he blasted another virile load into my depths.

I couldn’t help it. I screamed again, the sound reverberating through the luxurious room as he hilted within me so deeply that my mind went blank. It was beautiful, silent bliss, my mind shut off for a few seconds, leaving me to luxuriate in the bliss he bestowed upon me.