Tasting Candy: Over 60 Erotic Pregnancy Stories

He shook his head, amused. "Baby crazy already? Maybe you are one of those girls who are just after me to score some sweet child support money."

I laughed again, but this time, incredibly nervously. "What? No. Of course not. Why would I need to do that? My family is very well off, I don't need to go and seduce guys for a quick pay off."

Daniel stared at me. "I was joking."

I kept laughing nervously. "So was I."

"Forget about it. That was just amazing, Olivia. I'm going love using you like my personal fuck doll."

He held me in his arms, closely, and kissed the top of my head. It was sweet, it was romantic. It was everything I wanted in a guy, and I wished something like this could last forever.

Daniel whispered into my ears as he embraced me. "Stay with me tomorrow. I want to learn so much more about you, why you just might be the one who I thought I would never find."

I let out a deep breath and didn't respond. I didn't want to think of what would happen when the truth shined through.

My eyes opened slowly, adjusting the rudeness that was the morning sun. My body still ached from the night before, but it was an ache that reminded of just how blissful the night before was. I pulled myself up, and heard the water running. Daniel was in the bathroom, showering. I contemplated getting up and joining him. A blinking light in the tattered remains of my clothes though caught my eye. My phone.

Casually I walked over to it and fished it out of the fabric. There were several voicemails from my father. My mind was rushing with what could possibly be so important that he called so much, simultaneously reminding myself I was a genius for setting my phone to vibrate so he couldn't have interrupted Daniel and I or our rest.

Still, he was my father and I couldn't completely ignore him. I figured I should listen before attempting to ambush Daniel with more sex.

"Olivia? Where are you. All my little girls are gone. What's going on?"

The water stopped. My chance was missed. Thanks Dad.

"Please, call me back. Let me know. We need to stay a family."

A deep breath, there were a dozen of these. I figured they were all the same thing. I started to delete them, one by one, focusing on trying to get through it as quickly as possible.

Daniel stepped through the door, wearing only a towel, my attention shifting from my phone. "Ready for some more, slut?" He said, dropping his towel, raising an eyebrow, and revealing that he, at the very least, was definitely ready for more.

Not done with what I was doing, I reached over to put the phone down without looking at it.

When gravity was suddenly a bit too strong, I realized my arm wasn't long enough to reach the nightstand. Instinctively, I tried to correct myself, trying to catch my phone before I accidentally dropped it on the floor.

In a panic, I became a klutz, slid off the bed, mashed some stuff on my phone as I tried to get a hold of it, as it slid across the room, and I started to hear my father's voice – on speaker phone.

"Why did you girls abandon me? You girls are all I have left since the money's all gone. Karen? Olivia? Christine? Where are all of you? Please. We can make it through these tough times as a family."

I froze as my father unwittingly revealed my ulterior motive to being with Daniel.

He stared at me, as shocked as I was, not saying a word.

Every word he said about being afraid that someone would only like him for his money echoed inside my mind.

I picked up my clothes, or what was left of them, the phone included. I covered myself the best I could.

Then I ran for the elevator.

"Olivia?" Daniel called out.

I was to the elevator, the door opening, and me scurrying inside. I mashed the close button as well as the first floor one.

"Come back here," he said.

It was too late, the doors closing before he could get to me.

I froze in place, trying to put on my panties. I didn't care how ridiculous I looked. Nothing would hurt me more than him acknowledging the sheer betrayal I had enacted against Daniel.