Steamy Romance Novels With Pregnancy นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Trigger Warning: Explicit sexual content, beast-human romance, delayed pleasure, dominance, restraints, power play, and consensual use of sex toys. . . The rain fell heavy over the crimson hills of Caldrith, thick as blood against the towering iron gates that shielded the Beast King’s domain.

A pulse started deep in her pussy, her palm sliding over the curve of her breast. She let the robe fall open completely, exposing both breasts as she imagined Luke’s hand replacing hers. Broad, rough fingers, a contrast so perfect it made her bite back a whine. She pictured the dark hunger that sometimes flared in his eyes, the way it would sharpen if he caught her pleading for him. Lust coiled hotter, heavier and she slipped her hand beneath the sheet, along the plane of her stomach, over the elastic band of her shorts, silk, and moist from anticipation, greeted her fingertips.

My walls clenched greedily around his fingers as he pumped them slowly, deliberately, keeping the pace just slow enough to deny me the release I was frantic for. Zara lifted her head, lips shiny, and smiled against my breast. “That’s it, baby. Feel how wet you are for us.” She shifted higher, swinging one leg over my waist so she straddled my torso, her slick pussy hovering just above my stomach. The heat of her radiated against my skin. “Now be a good girl and taste me while my brother edges that pretty cunt.”

Noah yells at me. For the first time. He says no. Time and again, no. I'll go to the sea alone. And someone answers. I blew. The blue book fell out of my hands. It hit. All pages were described simultaneously. Thousands of sentences. Thousands of decisions. All with my handwriting. Eren stepped closer. His face was full of horror. He looked at me. Then the woman. And whispered: “She is the first mother.” The woman nodded slowly. Her black eyes rested on my stomach.

My nipples were already hard from the heat and from the dirty thoughts swirling in my head. I let one hand slide slowly down my soapy body, over my flat stomach, until my fingers reached between my thighs. My pussy was slick, not just from the water but from how turned on I was. I circled my clit gently at first, teasing myself, then pressed harder, rubbing faster as soft gasps escaped my lips.

My progeny. It got me so hard. There's no shortage of pregnancy p**n on the internet, and I devoured as much as I could. My fantasies got darker and darker; I didn't just imagine myself knocking up my theoretical wife, but also my secretary. I didn't even have a job. My neighbor's wife - my real neighbor, or a hypothetical one. I didn't care. Anybody who looked remotely attractive or sexy. I wanted to surround myself with pregnancy, with girls and women, carrying my baby. Every woman in my life's bellies growing outwards, their hips widening, their chests swelling.

Fuck! I am literally losing my mind. There was something erotic about seeing women heavily pregnant that made my dick rock hard and the tip of my bulbous cock dripping with pre-cum. It was so intense that even my aunt, now seven months pregnant, occupied my thoughts in ways I can't explain. It was as if my dick couldn't stay calm all fucking day. I could feel the instant tightness in my trousers whenever she stepped into the room.

Wearing nothing underneath, I stepped forward, taking the offered hand. Sarah drew me in, the water and steam wrapping me in warmth. My lover's face wore a soft, beautiful smile and I let my eyes run over the length of her body. My God, she was beautiful. She pulled me close, and my lips found hers. We pressed together, the length of her legs sliding against mine, my hands running over her wet skin. The sparse hair of her mound tickled against my thigh, and the swell of her hip pressed into my sex. The wetness there was from a completely different source, and I slid easily against her. Our breasts molded together, and Sarah's mouth moved to my neck.

A/N These are collections of erotic shorts, each accompanied by a brief backstory. Each story differs from the other. They are just collections, and each story will have at least 3 chapters HAPPY READING! TAKING HIS LACTATING STEPSISTER The baby finally slept after a long day of constant crying. She was down with the flu, something the mother never thought a baby would have. As a first-time mother, it had taken a toll on her. She had worked all day, only now getting a reprieve. Her stepbrother, Matt, had been with her throughout the day, not resting, unlike her husband, who had claimed he had some pressing work to take care of, while that was just an excuse.

“We should not be doing this.” “Tell me to stop then,” I growled, sucking on her neck. She did not tell me to stop. Instead, she took my hand and guided it down the front of her tiny shorts. My fingers found her completely bare. Soaked. Burning hot. “Fuck,” I groaned. “You are dripping for me.” Isabella whimpered as my fingers slid through her slick folds. “I have been wet since yesterday. Since the moment I hugged you.” I pushed two fingers inside her without warning. She was incredibly tight. Scorching hot. Her walls clenched around my fingers like velvet heat.