Tasting Candy: Over 60 Erotic Pregnancy Stories

“If I gotta hear one more time,” he began, speaking to me quietly with that gruff, heavenly male voice of his, “about bringing some grandkids along… I’m gonna flip.”

My eyes fluttered shut as I nod, so aware of the changes in his body. They were, after all, reflected in my own. My pussy was throbbing with need, especially as his hands went over my ass, squeezing those cheeks so possessively. I wanted to tell him to knock it off, remind him that we were in public, but that just added to the thrill. Anyone could see us.

Oh how I wish that didn’t do so much to me.

“It’s not that I don’t want kids,” I murmured.

“Same here,” he responded to me, so brazenly feeling my body as we moved and grinded. My breasts pressed to his chest even as he looked down to admire the bulge of cleavage out of my dress.

“But if I’m gonna have kids,” he said again, “they’re gonna be gorgeous. And for that? I need a very special kind of lady to make ‘em with.” His hands tightened on my ass cheeks and he leaned in, kissing at my neck right below my ear, his warm, moist mouth suckling at my soft skin.

My eyes darted around, looking if there was someone near, if anyone could see, but through the haze of lust and alcohol, everything but Tony was a blur. He felt so good, pressed against me, and I sucked in a deep breath, my heart racing.

“Oh my God,” I managed, my voice dipping so low. I couldn’t help it, though.

I’d fantasized about it for so long.

I kept grinding against him, rubbing against him, feeling him harden.

I could hear his moan over the music, that delightful male husk vibrating against my eardrum as he nipped and kissed his way up to my ear. There he suckled upon my earlobe as his hands felt up my ass, tugging up on the soft lobe only to let it snap back into place.

“I’ve really wanted to fuck you for so long,” he confessed in a dark, gravelly voice. Only I could hear it, I was certain of that.

Though I certainly wasn’t the only one who knew he was all over me. There was no keeping that a secret, and even though the career minded woman within me wanted to tell him to knock it off, I so didn’t want him to.

“Yea?” I instead whispered back, already feeling my panties slicken against my body. It had been quite a time since my last boyfriend...

He nodded his head as he kissed back down my neck, suckling at that smooth, delicate skin as he felt up my ass cheeks, kneading at the round flesh through my dress, inching it up just a bit in the process.

“Fuck, I think about you almost every night I jerk it,” he said so crassly, spilling it all to me as he got so grabby, so lewd. “I’m committed to making it happen with you tonight though. I can’t hold myself back any longer.”

Those words...

Those sinful, lust tinged words.

“Tell me about it,” I pleaded softly. “Tell me about what you do at night.”

He gave a low, guttural groan that sounded more like a growl coming from that big man, with his hands all over me. Our two bodies continued to move, loosened up by the alcohol we’d both had.

“I go

t that one picture of you… from the team building thing we did. Y’know the one, right? You in that bathing suit,” he gave a low, lusty moan and I could feel his dick throb against me through our clothes. “I pump my dick to that one most every night, you gorgeous vixen.”

I’d completely forgotten about that one. Our trip to the waterpark, me sneaking off to catch a few rays when Judith had stumbled upon me and forced me to smile for the camera.

I let out a moan, my entire body flushed hot as I shut my eyes, envisioning Tony stroking himself in front of me. I could tell, just from grinding against him, that he was big. And so hard.

“Most every?” I whispered towards his ear.

He’d hitched up my dress so that the tips of his fingers could curl up beneath the edge of it, and touch my bare ass beneath. It was downright scandalous, but he growled in my ear again, bit my lobe.

“Mm, every time,” he husked back to me. “But I’m not gonna jerk it tonight,” he said. “I’m gonna stick it in you, and blow my load exactly where it belongs, you little tease.”

My words came out on a moan. “I’m not a tease.”

Oh, how wet he was making me. I could barely stand it any longer. We were in the middle of the crowd, who knew how many people surrounding us, but I didn’t care. I wanted him, and one of my hands dipped from his neck, instead shifting between his so that it lay against his chest, moving down slowly.

His lips moved from my neck and ear, right to my lips. He was kissing me blatantly, for all the crowd to see. Our lips smacked, his wine-tinged tongue fenced with my own as I felt out his hard chest, could feel the contours of his pecs and abs so beautifully. He was a real hunk beneath his suits, I could tell.