Tasting Candy: Over 60 Erotic Pregnancy Stories

Unfortunately, it did, but fortunately, for something greater to soon to replace it. He slid me off to the bed, and started to strip himself down, revealing that sculpted chest to me once again. His belt undone, his legs followed, and I remembered why it was so damn hard to turn him down. Ty Warren was hot and he was mine.

I leaned back on the bed, kicking my shoes off, and hiking my dress up. My panties already taken care of, I was more than ready to take Daddy on.

Down to only his boxer briefs, he was on top of me, with another deep kiss. He was ravishing me, his hands exploring me, making all my flesh light up in anticipation for more. We had been apart for days, and the built up need and desire for me was so strong and apparent inside him. He was going to fool around much, he had to have me, his boxer briefs sliding down his legs.

I felt his erection loom over my pussy lips, Daddy's intimidating cock wanting to go in to where it belonged. His body heat against mine, it was so overwhelming as I spread my legs for him and allowed him to get even closer to my body. I wanted him and I was more than ready for him.

When he pushed in, I almost came, my own need so great from being deprived of him and the fire that the spanking had created inside of me.

He was swift in creating a steady pace as he stared into my eyes, fucking me gently yet firmly. I was his dirty girl and didn't need to be treated so dainty like a virgin anymore. At least when he was treating me like a woman and not a little girl, any way.

Every penetration brought such wonderful electricity shooting through me, building it higher and higher. Kissing me on the lips, the chest, he explored my body as I explored his and all of his muscles. God, having him underneath my fingertips just drove the point home that being his little girl was what I wanted all along even if I didn't know it.

Harder, faster still, I called for him. I moaned for him. I soaked in the rising tide of bliss, yearning for more and more as he fucked me so fast and so completely. I yearned for what was to come, my legs closing around his hips, which only made him fuck me harder.

Ty drove home the fact that my pleasure was his top priority as he moved a finger to my clit, massaging it in tune with every way he fucked me. Just his cock alone felt so damn good, the tandem of his skillful finger and him fucking my pussy was absolutely wonderful. I was quickly being overwhelmed by him, and whispered into his ear. "Please, Daddy, more."

"Let's fuck you nice and deep, little girl," he said with his usual devious grin.

He left me briefly, only to urge me to turn myself over, plant my feet on the ground. I did so, and tensed myself for something great and mighty to follow.

Ty's need, my need, it didn't let him delay for too long, his cock finding my pussy lips again swiftly. With our new position, he thrust himself in deep and it was such a sudden and delightful spike of pleasure that washed over me. I wasn't there yet, no, but I was close – damn close.

Daddy wasted no time setting his pace. He slammed into me with such a wonderful rhythm, making me moan through the smile on my face with his dedicated and relentless pace.

Then he massaged my ass, still sore from the vicious yet delightful spanking he had given me only moments before, adding another level to the array of sensory delights he was giving me.

The main attraction, though, was still his cock inside me, pounding me, its head inching deeper inside me without every penetration. He had pulled out at the last moment last time, but there would be one of that this round. Like a piston, he was making me shake with delight through a combination of orgasmic wonder and anticipation of what was still to come.

I was his. It was absolutely clear of that, I was his little girl and as long as he kept fucking me like this, I would be perfectly happy with that.

Louder moans, stronger energy building inside me, I wasn't going to last much longer before orgasm took me.

I welcomed it. Stronger than ever before, the bliss shuddered through me as I screamed out for "Daddy!". My hands were tearing the thousand dollar sheets off the bed as I arched backward in utter bliss from all the pleasure that Daddy's cock had visited onto me.

As I bent back, he was there to meet me, muffling my ecstatic screams with another kiss. So close to him, I could hear him groan. "You're too fucking tight for me," he murmured. "I'm marking you as mine forever with this – making you mine, my little girl, the mother of my children. The woman who will be my everything. Beg for it."

I was barely coherent, still moaning loudly.

"Tell me what you want from Daddy."

He was going to hold himself until I begged, the bastard. He had me right where he wanted me, and I had to submit. "Fill me up, Daddy. Please. I want your baby."

My body's muscles were spasming with need and desire all shuddering through me again and again. Even then though, I could feel my pussy wrapping around him, urging him even deeper inside, urging him to claim far more than my virginity, to claim my body, and make me swell with his child.

His body more than accepted my body's invitation. I could feel his cock shudder and spasm, and begin to erupt inside me. Pulsing, I wondered what was coming.

Even greater bliss, that's what.

An eruption of seed inside me, a strange yet absolutely pleasant sensation of being filled up, as if there was an emptiness inside of me that I never even knew was there. There was so much of it too, it felt like I was overflowing.

We stayed entwined with one another for a short while, sharing a kiss ever so often as his cock finally faded in strength. Slowly, he withdrew himself, some of his seed escaping down my thigh. He used a finger to pick it back up and press it back inside me, giving it a second chance to get the job done, and make sure Daddy's words came true.

I was nearly useless, exhausted from everything he did, ready to drift off to sleep.

Ty used his strength to pick me up, take me into his arms, and bring me into the bed proper. He laid down with me, letting my head rest on a pillow, but keeping me in his embrace. All throughout, he stroked me tenderly again and again. "Rest, little girl."

I obeyed, happily.