Tasting Candy: Over 60 Erotic Pregnancy Stories
And he remembered every last trick I’d taught him.
He devoured me not only with a great hunger and need, but such practiced attention to detail. Like my pussy had been enshrined in his memory ever since. He licked my cunny, suckled my clit and worked me so masterfully, not that I had a lot of choices about it. Though it’d be hard to argue I wanted him to stop.
I’d never had a lover who was so into it, so insatiably needy for my body, to taste my honey. He wanted it all, all of me, every part, and not just for his own physical gratification.
His need for me was more than just that. He needed to possess me, fully. Totally. As a woman and not just a plaything.
One of my legs was sprawled over the back of the sofa, the other wrapped around his head as he brought me to ecstasy faster than anyone else I’d ever been with. I couldn’t believe it was even happening, but my tummy tensed up and then it was just an explosion of bliss, and I knew I was making a mess all over his face and the expensive sofa but I didn’t care. I didn’t care about anything except how good he made me feel, and I screamed his name so loud I figured I’d wake the people in the basement dozens of floors below.
As I was still quaking in the wake of my mind-blowing orgasm, he was lapping it up. All of my juices were his to devour, bought with his blackmail and cunning. He kissed and teased my flesh before he finally pulled away.
“That’s my pussy, my dinner from now on, you hear me, Trisha?” he growled so commandingly as he stripped off his white shirt, revealing a sculpted chest, with pronounced pecs and chiseled abs. Such a gorgeous specimen of masculinity, and I hadn’t a doubt that it too was for me. All part of the obsessive snare laid to catch me, and I watched as his hand trailed down, undoing his pants.
I was transfixed, my body betraying me as I stared at him with such need. Need to feel what his cock was like. I couldn’t remember if we’d fucked before — probably not. I was a wicked cock tease in high school, and I wouldn’t be surprised if I’d left him aching.
I bit in on my lower lip, squirming to get closer to him. I’d never needed something, or someone, so bad in my life.
He unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants, and I could see the cotton bulge of his manhood, that thick snake of a cock protruding. He tugged down both garments, and that meaty girth of his sprang out, so big, so perfectly shaped. It was a gorgeous specimen of manhood, and it throbbed in the air for me. Its desire so obvious.
Ash took hold of my hips and legs, positioned me just as he wanted as he got over me.
“And one more thing,” he said in a low, dark growl, his eyes staring into mine as he wiped away the last remaining juices from his face to lap them up too. “No condoms. No protection of any kind. Not with me, party girl,” and then he took hold of his dick, and lewdly slapped it to my pussy before teasing my entrance with his bare, purple crown.
I wish that cock didn’t do such horrible things to my mind, absolutely numbing my ability to protest. That was always my one rule. Always use a condom. To make sure I did? I didn’t go on the pill or anything like that. I didn’t want to tempt myself to ever break my rule.
And yet there he was, ordering me to.
I’d already cum, so I should’ve just said ‘fuck it’. Walked out that door.
But then his cock teased along my clit and I sucked in a deep breath, quivering against him.
“I’m not on the pill,” I said, shaking my head and looking for where the hell I left my purse. “Always condoms.”
The purse was long gone, left with my girlfriends back at the club. Forgotten when I left with the man who was blackmailing me in such a lust filled hurry.
“No,” he growled to me simply, and paid me no heed as he teased my clit one final time, took one last tempting slide down along the leng
th of my wet slit… then sank down into me. His bare cock filling me up like no other man had, our raw flesh touching, producing such a sensation that made every other care-free romp feel like a pale imitation. And he moaned deeply, his pleasure a low rumble as he shut his eyes for a moment and savoured his first penetration of his new captive.
“Ohhh fuck… no… never a condom. Not with me,” he stated so certainly.
I cried out, wanted to protest, and yet my body betrayed me again. He felt... amazing. So hot, and hard, throbbing with such intensity that I could barely believe. He was so big, and it just stole every last thought from me.
The idea of pushing him off of me was like a silly, weird thought that I could never go through with.
Instead, my body clenched him, begging him further into my hot little pussy.
He tugged back his hips against the tight grip of my cunny, my folds clinging to him as his powerful hips retracted. Though the first pleasing thrust after we were both moaning again, then again with the next. And again.
It was beautiful, our bodies working together more masterfully than any of the random hookups I’d had. He was magnificent, and all those years of waiting, planning, had paid off — not just for him — as he took me his way.
I was at his mercy, and his throbbing cock slammed into me harder with each thrust. His heavy, cum-filled balls slapping against my ass as he pounded and pounded, the two of us rutting carelessly like the teenagers we once were together.
He grabbed my legs, my high heels still on, and held them over his shoulders, making it so that I couldn’t squirm away from his powerful thrusts. He was fucking me so deep that it almost hurt, and I was pinned against him, my knees bent over his shoulders as he stared down on me.
He had me right where he wanted me, in every way, not just physically. And he knew it. The look on his self-satisfied face, the utter bliss as he fucked me for the first time, really fucked me. And my very first raw fucking.
I’d never barebacked with anyone before, and it was like being a virgin again. The sensations… there was no comparison! It was like all those years were wasted doing pretend sex when I had his big, throbbing dick plunging into me again and again.