Squeeze Me Up Novels & Stories

I wrapped my legs around his waist, meeting his rhythm, moans spilling from my lips. His hand came up, fingers wrapping around my throat, not tight at first, just enough pressure to make my pulse race under his palm. "Look at me," he commanded, squeezing harder as he fucked me deeper, the choke cutting off my air just enough to heighten every sensation. Stars burst behind my eyes, my pussy tightening around his cock, the edge of breathlessness pushing me higher.

I said while catching my breath because my breathing was really tight. "I don't want to let you go. I like it this way." He said with his passionate voice and tightened his hug on me. As he tightened his hug, my breathing also tightened. "I can't do it anymore!! I can hardly breathe!" Gradually tears formed in my eyes. "Why are you doing this? You knew I'm scared of men, right? It's why I don't approach and touch men, but why did you do this to me?" I said and I felt my tears slowly dripping down.

Mу fіngеrѕ glіdеd dоwn hіѕ bасk, rеѕtіng оn оnе сhееk whіlе mу fіngеrѕ squeezed tіght. “Yоu sure like squeezing my bum, dоn’t you?” I сhuсklеd аt his wоrdѕ. “Of соurѕе, it’s like a реасh.” “Wеll thе оthеr cheek is gеttіng lonely, dо уоu wаnt tо help me out hеrе?” “I wоuldn’t wаnt one сhееk tо gеt jealous of the оthеr.”

At any rate, this playlist-building, dirty-headlines-finding girl was going to get screwed extra hard tonight. “Put it in now, or you’ll be getting more surprises I’m not entirely sure you’re ready for,” he said, squeezing his shaft until it pushed back into his hand involuntarily, begging for release. Working on it, junior.

Squeezing. Ah God, he couldn’t hold on any longer. The urgency had built beyond his limit. Hurry, Jessica, hurry. Her cries grew louder and higher pitched as she worked them both to release. Squeezing him inside, squeezing, relaxing. Squeezing, squeezing. He had to come. Can’t… Can’t hold back. Jess. Jess. She stopped moving as her hips buckled. “Now, Sed. Now.”

The build is quick, and since I'm still sensitive, I climax fast, hoping we can do this over and over again. This Creampie Massage.

Me. “Fucking hell, Casey,” he groaned, reaching down and prying my hand off, his touch firm and warm as he took hold of my wrist. Thank God. Thank baby Jesus. I was no longer squeezing his dick. But I had already crossed a line that I could never un-cross. “If you wanted to play with my cock” He smirked, his voice a low, gravelly rumble, “ You just had to ask. No need to squeeze ever loving shit out of me like a squishy .”

— She screams, squeezing me into her body. I throw her arms over her head and grab her hands tightly, putting my intensity there so I don't fuck her too hard. I put my dick between her legs and continue more intensely, getting up on my knees and squeezing both of her hands. Celeste looks at me, her mouth open as she moans heavily. Then soon my senses are heightened by her image and I explode, cumming inside her while I still invest, I invest several times, until my body collapses onto hers.

“Knot me. Please.” He lets out a howl, muffled by the soundproof walls, and rams forward one last time. The thick bulge pops past my tight ring of muscle, locking him inside me with a sudden, shocking fullness that makes my eyes roll back. I feel impossibly stretched, completely impaled.

Her legs clamp around my waist, locking me in deep. “Open up for me, baby,” I beg. “No,” she gasps, defiant even now. Then, voice straining, “Oh God, I’m gonna come...” “Come for me,” I whisper against her ear, voice shaking. “Come hard. I want to feel you shatter… and then I want to make you do it again, and again, and again.” She screams out, and her walls clamp down like a vise. The squeeze rips my own release out of me. I come with a guttural groan, pulsing inside her, collapsing forward but keeping just enough weight off so I don’t crush her.