Creampie Obsession (3)

Samantha's POV

The sheets were already damp from the first two rounds, but neither of us cared. I lay on my back now, my legs spread wide and my knees hooked over his elbows so my hips tilted up, offering everything. My cunt was flushed dark pink, it was swollen from earlier, still glistening with my own slick and the faint traces of lube. He knelt between my thighs, his cock hard was again, thick, veined and slick from being inside me before. Tonight he wasn’t going to pull out. Not once. I had begged for it all week: to be filled over and over until I leaked for hours.

He rubbed the head of his penis along my slit, teasing my entrance and spreading me open just enough to make me whimper.

“You sure you want this?” he asked, his voice low. “You want every drop staying inside and no pulling out? I'm gonna pump you so full that it drips down your thighs when you try to walk tomorrow.”

I nodded fast, my hips now lifting toward him. “Yes. That’s exactly what I want. Fill me up. Breed me like I’m yours to keep full.”

“Say it again,” he demanded, his eyes fixed on me. “Tell me what you are tonight.”

“I’m your cumdump,” I breathed. “Your greedy little breeding slut. I want every load deep inside my pussy. Don’t waste a single drop.”

He pushed in slow, it was one long and steady slide until he bottomed out. I moaned loud, my walls fluttering around him like they were trying to pull him deeper.

“Fuck, you’re still so tight,” he growled. “Even after everything.”

“I have been waiting for your cock,” I panted. “The toys don’t count. Only you get to fill me like this.”

He started thrusting, he began with slow rolls at first, letting me feel every inch dragging in and out. Skin on skin, wet sounds building with each stroke.

“Do you feel that?” he asked. “That’s me claiming this cunt. I’m gonna mark it from the inside.”

“Yes, God yes,” I gasped. “I want it deeper and harder now. I want to feel you hit my cervix.”

He sped up, his hips snapping forward. The bed creaked under us. My breasts bounced with every impact. I reached down, spread my lips wider with two fingers so he could watch himself disappear inside me.

“Look how wet I am for you,” I whispered. “I’m ready to take everything you give me.”

He groaned. “You’re dripping everywhere. You are such a messy little thing.”

My first orgasm hit fast. My walls clampee down, milking him as I cried out. He didn’t slow down. He kept pounding through it, chasing his own release.

“I’m gonna come,” he warned. “I’m gonna flood you.”

“Do it,” I begged. “Fill me. Give me the first load.”

He slammed deep and held there, his cock pulsing, thick ropes shooting inside me. I moaned at the heat, feeling every spurt coat my walls.

“Fuck, yes,” I whimpered. “I can feel it. It's so warm and much.”

He stayed buried in me, rocking gently, stirring his cum deeper while he softened only slightly.

“I’m still hard for you,” he murmured. “I’m gonna give you another one right away.”

I laughed breathlessly. “Good. Don’t stop. Keep fucking your cum back inside me.”

He started moving again. It was slower and deliberate this time. The slickness was obscene now: his cock coated in our mixed fluids, sliding easier and deeper.

“Do you feel how slippery you are?” he asked. “That’s my load making you wetter. It's making it easier for you to take more.”

“I love it,” I moaned. “I love feeling you slosh inside me. Don’t pull out. Just keep going.”

He flipped me onto my stomach, pulled my hips up high, entered me from behind. The new angle let him go impossibly deep, his tip kissing my cervix with every thrust.

“Like this?” he growled. “With you bent over, ass up and taking it like a good cumslut?”

“Yes, fuck yes,” I cried. “Pound me. Fill me again.”

He gripped my hair, yanked my head back so I could see us in the mirror.

“Watch,” he ordered. “Watch me fuck my cum deeper into your greedy pussy.”

I did. I saw his thick shaft disappearing inside me, pulling out shiny and coated, plunging back in. A thin trickle of white leaked out around him every time he withdrew.

“Don’t let it escape,” I begged. “Push it back in.”

He did, thrusting hard, grinding at the end of each stroke. I came again like that, my face buried in the pillow my ass high, screaming into the fabric as my walls fluttered and squeezed.

He followed right after. This was his second load erupting deep, adding to the mess inside me.

“Two loads now,” he panted. “You’re so fucking full.”

He pulled out to watch: there was creamy white liquid leaking from my swollen lips. He scooped it with two fingers and shoved it back inside.

“No wasting,” he said. “Every drop stays where it belongs.”

I whimpered, oversensitive. “This is too much… but don’t stop. I want more.”

He went down on me then, his tongue lapping at my messy folds, sucking gently on my clit while his fingers curled inside, fucking his own cum deeper.

“Oh God, fuck,” I moaned. “Your tongue… tasting yourself inside me…”

“You taste like us,” he murmured against me. “You taste like sex. You taste like mine.”

I came a third time on his mouth—gushing, my thighs shaking, more of his cum leaking out only for him to push it back with his tongue.

Then he slid back inside, hard again. This round was rougher. We did doggy, he pulled my hair and my ass was being slapped red until it glowed.

“You’re my perfect little cum receptacle,” he growled. “Gonna give you one more. I'm going to make sure you’re dripping for days.”

“Yes, please,” I sobbed. “Breed me. Fill me until I can’t hold it all.”

He pounded relentlessly, sweat slicking our skin, balls slapping my clit. I babbled nonsense, begging, praising and saying filthy words.

When he came the third time he held deep, grinding and making sure every pulse stayed buried. I clenched around him, milking the last drops.

We collapsed together, me on my back again, my legs up, the pillow under my hips so gravity kept it inside. He stroked my clit lazily while we caught our breath, watching my hole flutter, a slow creamy trickle escaping despite my efforts to clench.

“Look at you,” he said softly. “You’re so full. Look at my cum leaking out of my perfect breeding slut.”

I shivered, another weak orgasm rolling through me just from his words and the gentle pressure.

“I can feel it all,” I whispered. “The warm sensation, you thick length. My body is all yours.”

He leaned down and kissed me slow and deep. My lips tasted of me, of us.

“You took everything tonight,” he murmured against my lips. “Every fucking drop.”

I smiled, spent and blissful and my body still trembling.

“And I’d do it again tomorrow,” I said. “And the day after. Until I’m so full I can’t think straight.”

He chuckled low. “Deal.”

He finally eased out, watching the thick flood follow: white and creamy, coating my thighs, pooling on the sheets. He gathered a little on his fingers, brought it to my mouth. I sucked greedily, eyes locked on his.

“This collection ends here,” he said quietly, brushing hair from my face. “But you and I? We’re just getting started.”

I pulled him down for one last kiss. A messy, satisfied and full one.

“Good,” I whispered. “Because I’m not done being filled.”

The room went quiet except for our breathing, the faint wet sounds of our bodies still pressed together, and the promise of more hanging heavy in the air.