Fill Me Up Novels & Stories

Hallow Words Ayame Filling the hollow inside. One so deep and endless, it takes him pulling out and slamming it in over and over until every fiber of my being coils around it. Until I find the apex that brings my soul to life, unleashing the chains I’ve kept on my heart.

I wanted to fill her pussy with my cum. I wanted her to feel me in every possible way. I wanted her to have a part of me for next days. I didn’t want to finish but the pleasure was out of this planet. Few more thrusts and I filled her tight pussy with my cum.

My entire body was literally on fire and my unavailable core throbbed shamelessly. Then he stopped. And I could feel every bolt in my body scream in protest. "Easy, mate. I can't have you passing out on me when I fuck you. So first, you make up for all the meals you've missed, get prettier if that's in any way possible and then I'll fill you up so good until my name is the only prayer in your lips" he murmured and just as I was about to whine in protest, my stomach churned.

“Yessss! Fill me up! I want all of it! Do it, Daddy!” “Uhhhhh,” he groaned as he jacked his biggest payload yet! I could feel his cream bathing my insides and within seconds my third mind-blowing orgasm rattled from deep inside, creating a cataclysm of fuck-tastic glee across every nerve ending. I screamed, unable to hold back, every muscle contracting in synchronistic pleasure until I was a sobbing mess.

“Fill me up. Don’t you even dare pull out.” I rolled her onto her back. She spread her legs wide open without being asked. I lined up and pushed in with one continuous thrust. The heat and tightness closed around me at once. She was soaked and needy enough that there was no difficulty with the intrusion, and the walls gripped hard. I buried myself inside her completely and stayed there, feeling the pulse of her around the base, then drew back and drove in again.

Wave after wave of his warm seed pumped into me, filling me so full that I could feel it starting to leak out around his shaft, dripping down my ass and onto the desk surface. His face was buried between my breasts again, groaning and panting as the last spasms of his orgasm ripped through him. For a long moment, he stayed buried deep, grinding slowly, making sure every drop was emptied inside me. The sensation of being so completely filled by him , his cock still twitching, his cum coating my walls , pushed me dangerously close to my own climax, even though I hadn’t quite reached it yet.

The volume of his seed is inhuman. He keeps cumming, and my pussy stretches around the sheer amount filling me and the warmth spreads through my core and up into my stomach and my belly swells. I look down past the tendrils wrapped around my tits and watch my stomach push outward, rounding, with the amount he's pumping into me. I cum from the filling alone. No friction. No thrusting. Just the pressure of being flooded with hot, thick cum until my body can't hold more. The fullness triggers an orgasm that rolls through me in slow, deep contractions.

“Fill me up. I want to feel it leaking out of me after.” That was all it took. I buried myself as deep as I could and came hard, cock pulsing, thick ropes of cum pumping straight into her. She moaned when she felt it, walls fluttering around me like she was trying to milk every drop. I kept grinding through the last spurts until I was empty and oversensitive.

“Want me to ruin this tight pussy?” “Yes! Fuck me—ahh!” I begged, pushing back. Just as he started to push in, the drug made my head spin more. But I didn’t care who it was anymore. I just needed to be filled. Needed to come so bad.

My hole burned from the constant stretch, but I wanted it, I needed it. He leaned over me, his breath hot against my ear. “I’m going to fill you up.” “Do it.” He groaned and slammed into me deeply. I felt him swell inside me, and then heat flooded my body as he came. Pulse after pulse, he filled me, making me leak slightly around him. He kept moving, pushing it deeper, then he stepped back, watching me. My body trembled on the crate as the plug was pushed back inside me, locking everything in. The mix inside me shifted slightly with every breath I took, making me feel full, heavy.