Fill Me Up Novels & Stories

Just his mere gaze alone was melting her soul, not to mention his icy voice that played a rhythmical beat in her head. "Get me my wine bottle from the bar," he instructed, the resounding cold that echoed in his tone could make a dead man shiver. Kimberly quickly scurried over to the mini bar, she grabbed the wine bottle and rushed back towards him in a split second. This time, he raised the bottle straight up to his mouth, Kimberly watched in amusement as he gulped a reasonable quantity from it. As soon as he brought it down her lips, she quickly took her eyes back to the floor.

“I am going to come. Fuck, I am going to fill you up.” “Yes,” I moaned, grinding down on him, trembling, begging. “Come inside me. Please…I want it…I want you to fill me.” His cock pulsed deep inside me as he slammed into me one last time, his groan was guttural, deep in my ear, as hot cum spilled into me, flooding me, filling me so much it leaked out around his cock. I gasped at the sensation, my pussy fluttering around him, milking every drop as I collapsed against his chest, shaking, stuffed full of his cum.

“Gonna fill this little cunt up.” My mind broke at those words, and I begged, shameless and wild, “Do it—please—fill me up, I want it!” He snarled, hips slamming so hard the counter rattled, and then he buried himself to the hilt. Hot cum gushed deep inside me, spilling so much it leaked out around his cock, dripping down my thighs in messy white streams. I collapsed against the counter, body trembling, his cock still twitching inside me, keeping his cum stuffed deep.

"I'm gonna fill her tight cunt!" "Do it!" I managed to breath. "Finish inside me!" "Give her what she wants boys!" George joined in excitedly. "Give your former teacher Miss Grange your cum!" Michael roared and squeezed my leg, pumping thick cum into my arse, filling my anal cavity. Jarrod then grunted and we started climaxing together. I banged my fist on the bed, screaming as he filled my pussy with his cum while I came. It was like a chain reaction of release that seemed to last forever.

Cum fills me, overflows, drips from my chin, my tits, my thighs. The final man cums inside me, filling my pussy with hot spurts that overflow, dripping down my ass. The women cum one last time on my tongue and fingers, their tits bouncing as they scream. I cum with them, my body a writhing mess, tits heaving, pussy squirting in one final, explosive release.

“Gonna miss being full every day.” I whimper, clinging to his shoulders. “I’m gonna miss you splitting me open every morning.” He speeds up, water splashing, hips snapping hard. “One last load before you go back to being the good girl.” “Come inside me,” I beg. “Mark me so I feel you on the drive home.” He slams deep and stays there, groaning my name as he fills me again, pulse after pulse, until it’s dripping down my thighs with the water.

“I want to feel you fill me up, Jordan. I want to walk around tomorrow knowing your cum is dripping out of me while he kisses me good morning.” That did it.

“Feel your pussy milking my cock, and trying to drain my fucking balls. You want more cum, baby? You want me to fill you again?” “Yes!” I was sobbing from the intensity. “Fill me! Please!” His pace got frantic, erratica, and his control slipping. “Gonna pump you full again,” he grunted. “Gonna add to the load already inside you. Make you overflow with my cum.” A few more brutal thrusts and then he buried himself deep and I felt it again. His dick started pulsing. And hot cum was flooding down my pussy. So much cum. Adding to what was already there.

“Gonna pump you so full of my come you’ll feel it for days.” The image, the sheer vulgarity of it, pushes me toward another cliff. I’m so sensitive, every stroke is almost too much, a glorious, overwhelming torture. “Do it,” I beg, clawing at his back. “Fill me. I want it. I want to feel you… oh god!”

He kept going, chasing his own release, whispering how perfect I was, how I was made for him. “Gonna fill you up,” he groaned. “Every inch.” “Do it,” I begged. “Please.” With one final thrust, he buried himself deep and let go - spilling into me with a low, guttural moan that made my body tremble all over again. We stayed like that. Breathless. Sweaty. Shaking. His forehead against mine. His cock still pulsing inside me. “I’ve never wanted anyone like this,” he whispered.