Fill Me Up Novels & Stories

"Come inside me. Fill me up. I want to feel it." "Fuck, yes, take it—" He buried himself to the hilt and came with a roar that vibrated through my bones. I felt his cock swell and pulse inside me, felt the hot spurts of his release hitting deep, filling me up so full it started leaking out around him. He groaned my name like a prayer, like a curse, his hips jerking with each pulse as he kept coming, kept filling me, and another smaller orgasm rippled through me at the sensation of being claimed so completely.

The wet, obscene sound of our skin meeting filled the room, a symphony of depravity and need. “I’m going to cum inside you. I’m going to fill you with cum until it overflows, until it runs down your legs and reminds everyone who you belong to.” “Cum!” I begged, lost in ecstasy, all dignity evaporated. “Fill me. Drown any memory of him inside me! Erase everything and leave only you!”

That pressure, that fullness filling me completely. He pulled out again, letting me breathe, and I sucked in air like I'd been drowning, saliva dripping down my chin. Then he thrust back in, harder, faster, his pace relentless. Every time he withdrew, I whimpered, desperate for him to fill me again. And he did. Over and over, until my throat felt stretched raw and I couldn't tell where I ended and he began.

“Beg me, Ginny. Beg your don to ruin you completely.” My voice trembled, but the words spilled out like a confession. “Please… take me. Fill me. Make me yours in every way.” With one smooth, powerful thrust he sank deep inside me. The stretch was intense, breathtaking. I cried out as he filled me completely, his thickness pressing against every sensitive ridge within. He stayed still for a moment, letting me adjust, letting me feel the full weight of his possession.

“Gonna fill you up, mark you from the inside.” The orgasm ripped through me like lightning, my walls clenching around him as waves of ecstasy crashed over me. Thorne followed with a roar, his knot popping inside, locking us as hot pulses of his release flooded me. The sensation prolonged my pleasure, leaving me shaking and boneless in his arms.

“Tell me you want your patient’s load.” “Please, Jax—cum inside me,” I sobbed, broken and addicted already. “Fill me up. Please—” With a deep, animalistic groan, he buried himself to the hilt and exploded. Thick, hot ropes of cum flooded my pussy, pulse after pulse, so much it leaked out around his shaft as he kept grinding deep. He stayed inside me for a long moment, letting me feel every twitch. When he finally pulled out, a gush of his cum ran down my thighs.

A full heart, full of love for Mama, for Lola, for best friend, for the girl who does not like him back. "I am full," he said. "I eat full. I feel full. I love full. Is full worse than empty?" Jasmine Dela Cruz, 10, fish-skin girl, said, "Full is empty in reverse. Empty needs. Full gives." We built the seventh room from full. Each person took one handful of sand, but this time, we did not take one handful. We took two handfuls. Full sand. Sand that overflows. Sand that falls from your hands because your hands are too full.

I would give a sassy comeback but all I can think of is exactly that—him filling me up. Soon enough he's back to me, pushing my legs apart and settling between them. I run my hands up and down his back as he pushes into me, feeling every little movement of his muscles. I spread my legs wider and try to relax my muscles as he eases into me, filling me up as he promised.

Hіѕ rhуthm was slow as I grірреd hіѕ bасk, ѕlоwlу mоаnіng аѕ dеѕіrе fіllеd еvеrу inch of mе. “Oh god, thіѕ іѕ whаt hеаvеn fееlѕ lіkе, bеіng inside уоu. I dоn’t thіnk I’ll еvеr get mу fill, I’ll always wаnt mоrе.” Hе grоаnеd, раntіng hаrd wіth еасh аnd еvеrу thrust. “Truѕt me, I’ll аlwауѕ want mоrе. I’m grееdу thаt way.”

“Take all of it.” The sight of her, the feel of her—it’s too much. My head drops against her back as my cock pulses inside her, filling her with my release. I can’t hold back anymore, and I don’t want to. I fill her completely, my body trembling as I come down from the high.