Swallow Me Whole Novels & Stories

I kept sucking, my eyes watering, my body trembling. He thrust deeper, hitting the back of my throat, and held there. I gagged again, but he didn’t relent. His cock pulsed, throbbed, and then he was coming, hot, thick streams of cum shooting directly down my throat. He groaned, long and loud, his fingers pressing harder against my neck. “Swallow it,” he commanded, voice husky. “All of it.” I did. I swallowed around his cock, taking every drop, the salty warmth coating my tongue and sliding down my throat. He stayed buried, letting me milk him until he softened.

I whispered in horror. Gio roared with anger and grabbed the plates filled with food and threw them all over the place. Grabbing everything in sight and destroying it. Unleashing all the pain and hurt for the loss of our brother. We always told each other that we’d take a bullet for each other. So, when John said it, he meant it. You do anything for the ones you love.

“Sorry. Those were my third and fourth words. The first two were fuck and suck. “Can you believe it? Here’s a starving little girl eating not one, but two Big Macs. And fries! And a shake! And my two knights? They ate, too, but mostly they just watched me.” She twisted around to be able to look into Kim’s face and said, “You know what? I think Brad almost got off just watching me eat. Honest!

“All of it. Swallow every füçking drop.” His côck pulsed thick and hot. Spurts flooded my mouth—thick, endless, hitting the back of my throat. I swallowed greedy, choking a little but refusing to pull away. Milked him through every shudder, every groan—tongue swirling, lips tight, drawing out the last of it until he finally softened. He held me there a moment longer, buried deep, then pulled free slowly. The final drops painted my lips, my chin.

I gasped at the pain of my bones crushing, he took the advantage to force his cum into my mouth, making me taste the mixture of him and me together. I gagged, tried to turn away, but he held my jaw firm. “Swallow,” he ordered. “Swallow me. Take me inside you every way possible.” His fingers tightened even more painfully on my jaw until my eyes watered. I had no choice. I swallowed, the taste of him sliding down my throat.

I went grocery shopping to gather all the necessary ingredients. The moment I picked up the seafood, I couldn't stop shaking. By the time I finished preparing the seafood, my knuckles were red and swollen, and my palms were covered in rashes. It felt like I was being stabbed with a thousand needles. Still, I put up with it. This was the final dinner I would have with them as a family. I wanted to have a decent, proper goodbye with them, even if only for my own dignity.

I nod in affirmation and my way of telling him so am I. He speeds up his pace, and so do I, and a few seconds later we freefall, me first with Keon right behind me. Salt bursts into my mouth as his seed fills me. "Swallow Winter. Every last fucking drop." He doesn't have to tell me twice. I swallow it all without a drop escaping, my head swirling, the headiness giving way to tiredness. He removes his semi hard dick from my lips, tucking himself right back. I slouch on my knees, suddenly aware of how long I've been awake.

CRACK. Pain? No. Silence. Willa opened her eyes to find herself standing in a bus station that smelled of ozone and ancient dust. A digital screen flickered above a rusting bus: [Next Station: Dracula’s Castle. Hazard Level: Lethal.] "Welcome, Player 069," a disembodied, feminine voice purred. "You died with regrets. Here, you live with desire. To move to the next world, you must bond with your partner. Failure to achieve 'Maximum Synchronicity' results in immediate erasure."

I gave him everything. “That's it,” he growled, his voice rough. “Take it. Take all of it.” I did. I opened my throat, let him use me, let him own this moment completely. He thrust deep and held his cock, pulsing against my tongue. I felt him tense, felt the heat flood my mouth, and I swallowed, even though I had never liked the taste of cum. I just knew how much it drove men mad when you swallow their load. He pulled out slowly, his hand still in my hair, and looked down at me. I must have looked wrecked.

"After this, there's no going back. You're mine, and I'm yours, and the bond is sealed. Do you understand?" "I understand." I reach up and cup his face. His stubble scrapes my palm. "I'm not changing my mind. I want this. I want you." "Then say it. Who do you belong to?" "You," I whisper. "I belong to you." He pushes inside me in one slow, steady motion. I feel everything. The stretch. The burn. The overwhelming fullness of him filling every inch of me until I don't know where I end and he begins. He's so deep I feel him in my throat. In my ribs. In places I didn't know existed.