Fill Me Up Novels & Stories

“Fill me up.” His eyes roll back as he groans, cock twitching deep inside me. The heat floods me in heavy spurts, thick and endless, making me moan as I keep grinding through it. “Fuck—stop—” he gasps, voice cracking. “No.” I lean down, tongue licking into his mouth as I ride him harder, swallowing his moans. “I’m not done.” “Jenner—fuck—too much—” His body jerks beneath me, muscles tense, but I keep moving, squeezing every drop out of him, kissing him until we’re both breathless.

I gripped her hip, my fingers digging in, holding her steady as my thrusts lost their lazy rhythm, becoming deeper, more urgent. “I’m gonna fill you up,” I gasped, my forehead against her sweaty shoulder. “Gonna pump my cum so deep inside this perfect cunt. You want that? You want me to claim you?” She could only nod, a frantic, sobbing motion. “Yes! Please... fill me up, sir, please....” Her begging was the final trigger that made me snap, and with a final deep plunge that buried me to the hilt of her cunt, I let go.

I fill it like I fill the breath, like I fill the room, like I fill the night, like I fill the fragile parts of my plans, like I fill the long hours, like I fill, like I fill. The space is empty, and I am. I am. I am. I turn off the phone. I turn off the light. I turn off. The space is empty. I am.

Breathe in, breathe out…. While watching the middleweights, I make sure to have music blaring through my headphones in preparation for my fight. I have a special playlist to get myself pumped up and “in the zone”. Right now, frozen flame from Jeckyll & Hyde is blasting into my ears, and I can just envision myself out there already. Kicking the living shit out of that oxygen thief. I’m lost in trance in my music, completely in the zone, as number after number passes by. I barely ever register the fights of the middle class.

“Fill me up.” That’s it. That’s the end of my control. “Jesus,” I growl, and everything unravels. I start slamming into her, hard, fast, unhinged, driven by instinct and the sheer fucking need to give her exactly what she just asked for. My vision whites out. I empty myself inside her with a low, guttural sound I don’t recognize as my own. My thighs start to tingle. My hands shake where they’re braced against her skin. It’s like my body forgets how to function, and all I can do is feel.

“Gonna fill you up now.” He buried himself deep and came. Hot, thick ropes of cum shot inside me, mixing with everything already there. It felt like he pumped a gallon, and when he pulled out, a big gush of mixed cum poured from my pussy into the pool water. The raft bobbed as he stepped off.

“Fuck… I’m so close…” “Fill me,” I begged, voice soft and needy. “Please… fill my ass with your warm cum…” With a deep, guttural moan he slammed in to the hilt and came hard. Thick, hot pulses of cum flooded deep inside me, spurt after spurt, filling me completely. I moaned long and beautiful as I felt every single throb, every warm jet, the heat spreading through me. He stayed buried inside me for a long moment, breathing hard, the camera still quietly recording.

I follow, filling her ass full of another load. We collapse together, soaked and spent, the bathroom floor a puddle of our play.

“That’s four. Let’s see if we can get to five before I fill you up.” Fill you up. The words shouldn’t turn me on as much as they do. The idea of a stranger – a man whose name I still don’t know – coming inside me. Filling me with his cum. Marking me in the most primal way possible. “You want that?” He reads my face. Sees exactly what those words do to me. “Want me to come inside you? Fill this tight little pussy with a stranger’s cum?” "Yes – " “Want to feel me dripping out of you for hours? Want to go back to your real life with part of me still inside you?”

As the air filled her lungs, a surge of heat that had nothing to do with survival flooded her veins. [Synchronicity: 25%... 40%... 60%...] The "Pleasure Meter" on the screen began to climb. The game wasn't just measuring their breath; it was measuring their biological response to each other. The more her heart raced for him—even if it was out of fear or hatred—the more the game rewarded them.