Tasting Candy: Over 60 Erotic Pregnancy Stories
He keeps his hand wrapped around my mouth for a few more seconds, but when he final
ly removes it, I don’t know what to say. All I can do is pant out little murmurs and half moans.
I can feel him press down upon my back, his cock still lodged deep inside me as the last of his seed dribbles out. He kisses my shoulder, my neck, and those restraining arms of his become a warm, coddling embrace.
“That’s my sweet girl,” he husks into my ear so affectionately. “You have no idea how badly daddy needed that. Needed you,” he says, stroking my hair as he kisses me. “You were such a good girl for daddy.”
I never knew someone’s voice could be so sweet, could be filled with such emotion. It’s like I've been asleep for so long, and now he’s finally awoken me to the reality of what could be.
“Daddy,” I murmur, my body resting on the desk as I slowly come down from my high.
He gathers me up in his big, strong arms and holds me tight, even if we’re still in such a dangerous spot in his classroom.
“Daddy’ll look out for you sweetie,” he says in a low, gravelly murmur into my ear in between nuzzling my ear.
And he did.
Or is.
I can’t help myself, I know I shouldn’t have taken another class with him. Heck, I shouldn’t be in school still at all, I should’ve taken some time off. But I don’t like being apart from him. What would I do without his deep, soothing voice comforting me throughout the day?
I mean, sure, he comes home to me at the end, but in between mornings and evenings that’d be just awful!
He smiles at me warmly when the rest of the class is too busy jotting notes, and I can see the love in his eyes.
Me? I can’t help but cradle my swollen belly and lick my lips, thinking of how he’s going to take care of me once the class is over. He may not have known I wasn’t on the pill, but my daddy’s been taking real good care of me ever since.
The class ends and he looks to me.
“Lisa? A word with you,” he says, a devious smile on his face for me and me alone. Though I know exactly what my daddy needs.
The Billionaire and His Brat
Book Themes:
Barely Legal, Step-Sex, Risky Sex, and Daddy-Daughter
Word Count:
8,353
Bethany knew her step-father was planning a special getaway for himself and her mother, celebrating some milestone at work. She couldn't pretend she knew a lot about her father's business, but she knew it had offices all over the world, and that he was the sole owner of the company after his partner died or something a decade back.
Since then, business had expanded, and with it, so had their house, their cars, their everything.
She was spoiled rotten, with a brand new Bugatti Veyron and everything she could ever dream of. Her daddy gave her everything she wanted, and he wanted all the best for her: the businessman turned politician for a husband, the Masters degree left to rot as she took care of the house and children, and all the things that money could buy. Bethany already had the best high school education known in North America, and she was facing an all-expenses-paid trip to an Ivy League school.
But one summer stood between now and her departure for his grand scheme for her life, and she had a bigger plan.
She wanted the one thing she knew she couldn’t have.
She wanted her daddy.
Bethany knew what she had to do--whether she could was another question. She sat across the dinner table from her mother, both of them looking so similar. They went to the same hair salon, after all, and both preferred the tight, curve-hugging dresses that left so little to the imagination.
Bethany’s hair, unlike her mother's though, was a platinum blonde that she absolutely adored, since it made it so that people expected so little intelligence from her. But those blue eyes gleamed with cunning, and she glanced to her mother curiously. The woman was still gorgeous, even if she was past her prime, and her auburn hair was generous, spilling freely over her tanned shoulders.
“Are you still planning on taking riding instructions again this year, dear?” her mother, Melony, asked.