Creampie Obsession (2)

Samantha's POV

The bedroom was quiet except for our breathing and the almost quiet sound of the ceiling fan. I was laid fat on my stomach, my ass raised high on a thick pillow that lifted my hips just right.

My knees were wide apart with my back arching and my face turned to the side so I could watch him in the mirror across the room. He didn't use any ropes tonight, there was no need for it. I would stay exactly where he put me because I wanted this too badly to move.

He knelt behind me, his jeans shoved down to his thighs and his cock hard and slick from the lube he’d warmed in his palm. For weeks now he had been teasing my ass: using a finger during foreplay, a small plug while I made coffee, a vibrating bullet left inside during a movie so I squirmed through the whole thing. But tonight there was no warm-up anywhere else. His mouth wasn't on my clit and no fingers curling in my cunt.

Tonight was. Anal only.

He rubbed the blunt head of his cock against my tight ring, circling slowly as he spread more lube.

“Are you sure you're ready for this?” he asked, his voice low and rough.

I nodded, pushing back a little. “I have been thinking about it all day, Ryan. I want you in my ass. I want you deep in me. No mercy.”

“Tell me why.”

“Because I love how full it makes me feel,” I whispered. “How stretched. How dirty. I want to feel you claim it.”

He pressed forward, the head of his cock breaching me slowly. I stretched, my muscle yielding inch by inch and I hissed through my teeth as my fingers twisted in the sheets.

“Fuck, do it slowly,” I gasped. “Your thing is big tonight.”

“You can take it,” he said. “Breathe out and push back like I taught you.”

I exhaled shakily and rocked backward. The crown popped past the rim with a soft and wet sound, making me moan out loud, my body tensing.

“Oh God, yes. Keep going.”

He sank deeper in one long, steady slide until his hips pressed flush against my cheeks. Buried to the root. He held still, letting me adjust to the thick heat filling me completely.

“How does that feel?” he asked, his hands gripping my hips.

“It feels so full,” I breathed. “It feels like you’re splitting me open. Ryan, don’t move yet, let me feel it.”

He leaned over my back, his lips brushing my ear. “Your ass is gripping me so tight like it never wants to let go.”

I whimpered. “It doesn’t. Fuck me slow first. Let me feel every inch.”

He started moving, making long and deliberate strokes. Almost all the way out until just the head stretched my rim, then back in deep, bottoming out with a soft slap of skin on my skin.

“Do you mean like that?” he murmured.

“Yes, fuck yes,” I moaned. “Make it deeper. Harder now.”

He picked up speed. His hands bruising my hips, pulling me back onto him with every thrust. The lube made everything slick and filthy—wet sounds echoing with each plunge.

“You’re taking it so good,” he growled. “You are such a perfect little anal slut.”

“Harder,” I begged. “Ruin my ass. Make it yours.”

He slammed in deep and ground his hips in slow circles, dragging the thick head over that sensitive spot inside me.

I cried out. “Right there—oh fuck, right there!”

“Yoi feel that?” he said. “That’s me owning this hole.”

I pushed back to meet him, my ass bouncing with every impact. Sweat beaded down my spine. The mirror showed everything: the way his cock disappeared into my stretched rim, my face flushed and wrecked, my mouth opening in constant moans.

“Talk dirty to me,” I panted. “Tell me what you’re doing.”

“I’m fucking your tight asshole,” he said, voice dark. “I’m stretching it wide. I'm making it gape when I pull out. You love being used like this, don’t you?”

“Yes—God yes,” I gasped. “I’m your anal whore. Keep going. Don’t stop.”

He changed angles, tilting his hips downward so every thrust dragged harder over my front wall. My clit throbbed untouched, aching from the pressure building inside.

“You gonna come just from your ass?” he asked. “No from your clit or pussy as my cock pounds this greedy hole?”

“I think so,” I whimpered. “It’s building and fuck, it’s different. Bury in deep.”

“Good. Come for me like that. Show me how much you love it.”

He pulled out suddenly—leaving me gaping, clenching around nothing. I whined in protest.

“No, put it back—”

He flipped me onto my back in one smooth move. My legs were over his shoulders, my ass tilted up. He lined up and plunged back in, deeper than before.

I screamed. “Fuck! Yes, deeper!”

His eyes locked on mine now. There was no hiding.

“Look at me while I fuck your asshole,” he ordered.

I did. My nails raked his arms. My breasts are bouncing with every brutal thrust. Sweat dripped from his chest onto my stomach.

“Tell me how it feels,” he said.

“I’m burning,” I gasped. “I’m stretching so well. I'm too full and I can feel every vein. Every ridge when you pull out.”

“Keep going.”

“I love how dirty it is,” I moaned. “How wrong. How you’re using my ass like it’s all I’m good for tonight.”

“You’re good for a lot of things,” he growled. “But right now? This hole is mine.”

He pounded faster, his balls slapping my skin. The angle let him go impossibly deep—hitting places that made stars burst behind my eyes.

“I’m close,” I cried. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”

“Come,” he snarled. “Come on my cock. Milk my dick with that tight ass.”

My whole body seized. Orgasm hit hard and different, rolling from deep inside. My ass clamped down viciously around him, fluttering in waves and my pussy clenched on nothing while my hole spasmed. I screamed his name, my back arching and my thighs shaking.

He fucked me through it. He was relentless until my cries turned hoarse and broken.

Only then did he let go, pulling out at the last second, while his hand stroked fast. Thick ropes painted my stomach and my tits, even catching the underside of my chin.

I lay there trembling, my ass still pulsing, marked inside and out.

He collapsed beside me, breathing hard and kissed my shoulder.

“You okay?” he asked softer.

I turned my head, flashing a weak and blissful smile. “More than okay. That was… fuck.”

He traced a finger through the mess on my skin. “Next time we're going longer and you won't come until I say so.”

I laughed breathlessly. “Do you promise?”

“I promise.”

I reached down, scooped a little of his cum onto my finger, brought it to my lips and sucked slow.

“Then tomorrow,” I whispered. “We’ll do it again. And this time… maybe you don’t pull out.”

A low groan came from his throat.

“Deal.”