Tasting Candy: Over 60 Erotic Pregnancy Stories

Wilted by his stupid charms. His sexy body. His irresistible smirk.

“No, I have,” he said, as if able to read my mind, understand the old hurt there. It made him ponder, think a while, licking his lips before he spoke up again.

“I’ll undo whatever I’ve done. All of what I’ve done,” he said, rectifying his statement as he looked me back over. “As long as you’ll be mine,” he said, his gaze so intense, his desire palpable.

There wasn’t any undoing it though, was there?

I stared at him, and I knew he had to have figured out that he’d been right. I was being

pretty obvious about it as I worried my lip, feeling that tremor of anxiety run through me.

“My dad...” I finally managed, taking in a deep breath. He liked my fire? He’d get my fire. “You put him out of a job, even though I’m a slacker compared to him!”

That revelation must’ve shocked him. He didn’t seem to realize it was all so personal to me.

“I’m so sorry,” he said, eyes wide. But then… his hard form filled with a certain determination, and he puffed up his chest and knit his fingers back through my blonde hair and leaned in, placing a hard kiss upon my lips. His tongue probed between the two moist morsels, and he held me locked into that embrace for some time, until…

“I’ll fix that, regardless of what you say. But I want you,” his voice turned to a growl with those last four words. “I want you so bad, Tish. And I need you to be mine. Don’t say it… show me… show me and bend over this table like the good girl I know you can be.”

My heart was racing, and though it had started out in anger, that bruising kiss turned it into something else entirely. I could barely breathe, and my world suddenly felt so narrow. Like all there was was he and I, and the patio didn’t open up to the wideness of the world.

It was amazing. I’d kissed a couple boys growing up, but not like that. Never like that.

His kiss was hard and determined, but had such passion behind it. Not the sloppy over eagerness, but the purest need.

My lips fell open as I tried get catch my breath, my blue eyes slowly working their way to the table.

Could I actually do something like that? What type of person was I if I said yes?

If I agreed to be spanked by my boss? By the same arrogant man that fired my father and put our family into turmoil?

So why did I believe his words that he’d make it right?

And why was all my reasoning being thrown out the window, even if I knew it was wrong?

He rose up from his chair, those strong arms about me, lifting me up and tipping me back over the table as he kissed me so deeply. He had such strength in those arms, and I knew it came from his long sessions in the private gym I so often cleaned up for him. Even bent over like that, he held my ample figure in his grasp as if I were nothing.

“You’re too perfect to let go,” he murmured in the brief gap that our lips broke their seal, in which I was too dazed to even realize it.

He could have anything, anyone he wanted. So why me?

It made sense, if I was just next up in line for his little experiment in humiliation. I could understand that. Respect it, even, in some weird, twisted way.

But the idea that I was somehow special or different to him? That was throwing me through a loop.

And the fact that all my blood seemed to be rushing throughout the rest of my body and avoiding my brain wasn’t helping my situation. I was quickly getting caught up in his charms, letting my guard down. I was weakened by his strength, and I wished I could just let everything else go away so I could enjoy this.

Enjoy him.

But I didn’t want to betray my family.

So why did I move my face towards him, my lips pressed against his with such a slow, insistent tenderness?

I was entangled in his powerful grasp, lost against his hard body and passionate embrace. Those long, strong fingers sinking into my flesh, holding me by my hips and shoulder, until at last he laid me down on the table, hovering over me as he plucked a few more kisses from my pouty lips, and moved on down towards the frilled collar of my uniform at my neck.

“I want you to be mine, in every way,” he growled, like some beast in heat, drawn to me.

I was losing my mind, losing my everything, but I couldn’t fight it forever. I was going mad with desire, and my body needed what he was offering. That touch, those weird rituals, the strange behaviour...