Creampie Obsession: A Raw Erotic Tale of Unbridled Lust
Chapter 1: The First Flood 🔥
The dim light of the bedside lamp cast long shadows across the rumpled sheets, turning their bodies into a tangle of sweat-slicked limbs. Lena’s breath came in ragged gasps as Mark’s hips slammed against hers, the wet slap echoing in the stuffy bedroom like a primal drumbeat. She could smell him—musky, salty, mixed with the faint tang of her own arousal hanging heavy in the air.
“Fuck, Lena, you’re so tight,” Mark growled, his voice rough from the strain, fingers digging into her thighs hard enough to leave bruises. He pulled back just enough to watch himself slide in and out, glistening with her juices, the sight making his cock throb even harder inside her.
Lena arched her back, nails raking down his chest, drawing thin red lines that stung like fire. “Deeper, baby. I want to feel every inch.” Her words were a husky plea, tasting the salt of his skin as she licked his neck, the flavor sharp and addictive.
The room filled with their grunts and moans, the bed creaking under the force of his thrusts. She felt the heat building, coiling low in her belly, but it was his release she hungered for most. “Tell me,” she whispered, eyes locked on his, wild and pleading. “Tell me you’re gonna cum inside me.”
Mark’s pace faltered for a second, his breath hot against her ear. “Shit, yeah. I’m gonna fill that pussy up. Make it mine.” His words sent a shiver through her, her walls clenching around him like a vice.
As he drove in one last time, burying himself to the hilt, Lena felt it—the pulse, the flood. Hot spurts coating her insides, seeping deep, the sensation warm and overwhelming. She cried out, her own orgasm crashing over her, tasting the metallic edge of bitten lip as she rode the wave.
He collapsed onto her, still twitching inside, their mingled scents wrapping around them like a fog. “God, I love emptying into you,” he murmured, kissing her forehead sloppily.
Lena smiled, feeling the trickle start as he pulled out, a delicious reminder. This was just the beginning.
But nights like this weren’t enough. Lena’s mind wandered during the day, replaying the feel of his seed claiming her, the way it made her feel owned, desired beyond reason. She needed more—rougher, dirtier.
That evening, as they stumbled through the door after a tense dinner out, the air crackled with unspoken need. Mark pinned her against the wall, hands yanking up her skirt, fingers finding her already soaked. “You’ve been thinking about it all night, haven’t you?” he teased, voice low and gravelly.
“Shut up and fuck me,” she shot back, pulling him closer, the scrape of his stubble against her cheek sending sparks down her spine.
He obliged, thrusting in with a force that made her gasp, the cool wall contrasting the burning heat between them. Their kisses were messy, teeth clashing, tongues battling for dominance. She tasted wine on his breath, mixed with the faint bitterness of coffee from earlier.
“Gonna cum soon,” he warned, hips pistoning faster, the friction building to an inferno.
“Do it. Flood me. I want it dripping out of me all night.” Her voice broke on a moan, the words fueling his frenzy.
When he came, it was violent, his body shuddering as he poured into her, the warmth spreading like liquid fire. Lena’s climax followed, her cries muffled against his shoulder, the world narrowing to the pulse of pleasure echoing through her veins.
Later, lying spent on the couch, she traced patterns in the mess between her thighs, savoring the slick evidence. “Your favorite place,” she whispered, echoing his earlier words, and he chuckled, pulling her close.
Chapter 2: Midnight Cravings 💋
The clock ticked past two a.m., the city outside their window a distant hum of traffic and neon buzz. Lena couldn’t sleep, her body restless, aching for that familiar fullness. Mark stirred beside her, his arm heavy across her waist, but she needed more than cuddles.
She rolled over, hand sliding down his chest, fingers wrapping around his semi-hard cock. It twitched under her touch, growing firm as she stroked slowly, feeling the veins pulse against her palm. “Wake up,” she murmured, lips brushing his ear, her breath warm and teasing.
He groaned, eyes fluttering open, a sleepy grin spreading. “What’s got you so worked up, slut?” The word hung in the air, crude and thrilling, making her core clench.
“You. Inside me. Now.” She climbed on top, guiding him to her entrance, sinking down with a sigh as he filled her, the stretch delicious and raw.
The moonlight filtered through the blinds, painting silver stripes across their skin. She rode him slow at first, grinding her clit against his base, the friction sending jolts of electricity up her spine. His hands gripped her ass, guiding her rhythm, thumbs pressing into the soft flesh.
“Fuck, your pussy’s gripping me like it never wants to let go,” he rasped, thrusting up to meet her, the slap of skin on skin punctuating the quiet night.
Lena leaned down, capturing his mouth in a deep kiss, tasting the remnants of toothpaste and sleep. “Cum in me. Make me yours again.” Her words were a chant, hips circling faster, chasing the high.
He bucked wildly then, hands roaming to pinch her nipples, twisting just hard enough to make her yelp. The pain blurred into pleasure, her senses overwhelmed—the creak of the mattress, the salty scent of their sweat, the taste of his tongue, the sight of his face contorted in ecstasy, and oh, the feel of him swelling inside her.
“I’m close—fuck, Lena!” His warning came as a shout, and she ground down hard, feeling the first jet hit her depths, hot and insistent. Wave after wave, until she was overflowing, her own release milking him dry.
They stayed like that, connected, breaths syncing in the afterglow. “Nothing beats this,” he said softly, fingers tracing her spine. But Lena knew the craving would return, insatiable as ever.
Days blurred into a haze of work and want. At the office, she’d shift in her chair, feeling the phantom warmth, imagining him bending her over the desk. By evening, she’d drag him to the shower, water cascading over them like a steamy veil.
“On your knees,” he commanded, voice echoing off the tiles. She obeyed, mouth watering at the sight of his hard length, but tonight, she wanted it elsewhere.
“No. Fuck me against the wall.” She stood, turning, bracing her hands on the slick surface as he entered her from behind, the steam thick with the scent of soap and sex.
His thrusts were relentless, water sluicing between them, heightening every sensation—the cool tile against her palms, the heat of him pounding into her, the rhythmic slap drowned by the spray.
“Tell me when,” she begged, pushing back, the pressure building like a storm.
“Now—shit, take it all!” He exploded, filling her as she shattered, legs trembling under the onslaught.
In the drying warmth of towels, she felt it leak down her thigh, a secret smile playing on her lips. This obsession was weaving deeper into their lives, unbreakable.
Chapter 3: Forbidden Edges
The cabin in the woods was their escape, far from prying eyes, where rules dissolved into raw instinct. Pine-scented air filled the room as they unpacked, but unpacking was the last thing on their minds. Lena dropped her bag, turning to Mark with eyes dark as the encroaching dusk.
“Strip,” she said, voice commanding, surprising even herself. He raised an eyebrow but complied, clothes hitting the wooden floor with soft thuds.
She pushed him onto the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight, springs groaning like a lover’s sigh. Straddling him, she teased his tip against her folds, not entering, just gliding, building the torment.
“Please, Lena… fuck me,” he begged, hands fisting the sheets, the vulnerability in his tone flipping a switch in her.
“Not yet. Beg for it inside.” She loved this power, the way his desperation mirrored her own cravings.
The fire crackled in the hearth, casting flickering light that danced over their bodies, shadows playing tricks. She could hear the wind whistling through the trees, a wild counterpoint to their heavy breathing.
Finally, she sank down, enveloping him completely, the fullness making her moan. They moved together, a frenzy of hips and hands, her breasts bouncing with each descent, his groans filling the space.
“I’m gonna cum—deep, just how you like,” he panted, eyes locked on hers.
“Yes! Mark it. Own this pussy.” Her climax hit first, vision blurring, but his followed, the hot rush sealing their bond, tasting victory on her tongue as she kissed him through it.
Afterward, wrapped in a quilt, the chill of the night air nipping at their skin, she whispered, “I can’t get enough of feeling you spill into me. It’s like you’re branding my soul.”
But the woods held more than romance; they unleashed the beast. The next morning, hiking a trail, the isolation tempted them. Against a tree, bark rough against her back, Mark hiked up her leg, entering her with urgent need.
“Here? Fuck, you’re wild,” he laughed, but thrust deep, the earthiness of dirt and leaves scenting the air.
“Shut up and fill me,” she demanded, legs wrapping around him, the risk heightening every thrust—the rustle of leaves, the distant bird calls, the taste of forest air on her lips, the rough texture biting into her skin, and the visual of his strained face.
His release came quick, flooding her as she clenched around him, a shared secret in the wilderness. Walking back, the warmth trickled, a constant reminder of their edge-walking passion.
Chapter 4: The Deep Dive 🔥
Back in the city, their apartment became a den of debauchery. Lena had been reading—old erotic tomes that fueled her fire, words like velvet chains binding her thoughts. Tonight, she wanted to push boundaries, make it hurt so good.
“Tie me up,” she said over dinner, fork pausing mid-air, eyes gleaming with mischief.
Mark’s fork clattered. “You serious?” But the bulge in his pants said yes.
In the bedroom, silk scarves bound her wrists to the headboard, the fabric cool and smooth against her heated skin. He blindfolded her, plunging her into darkness, heightening every other sense—the creak of floorboards as he moved, the spicy cologne wafting closer, the anticipation tasting like adrenaline.
His fingers explored first, teasing her clit, dipping in to find her drenched. “So ready for my cum, aren’t you?” he taunted, voice a low rumble.
“Always. Give it to me rough.” She squirmed, the restraints biting just right.
He entered her then, slow at first, building to a punishing rhythm, the bedframe banging against the wall like thunder. Without sight, she felt everything amplified—the stretch, the slap, the building pressure.
“Tell me when you’re close,” she gasped, voice breaking.
“Right… now. Take every drop, you filthy girl.” His climax erupted, hot jets painting her insides, triggering her own explosion, a scream tearing from her throat.
Untied, she curled into him, the blindfold tossed aside, tasting tears of release on her cheeks. “That was… intense.”
“And we’re not done,” he promised, hand sliding between her legs to feel the evidence.
Weeks later, at a dimly lit bar, the flirtation with strangers added spice, but it always led back to them. Home, clothes shed in a frenzy, she bent over the kitchen counter, his hands spreading her wide.
“Gonna fuck you till you beg for my load,” he growled, plunging in, the marble cold under her palms.
“Already begging. Cum inside—make me leak for hours.” The air smelled of garlic from dinner, mixing with their musk, sounds of flesh meeting flesh echoing off cabinets.
He delivered, flooding her as she came, the overflow dripping onto the floor, a messy testament to their hunger. Cleaning up, she laughed, “Your cum’s my favorite addiction.”
Chapter 5: Eternal Claim 💋
Months in, their obsession had evolved, a ritual etched into their bones. On the anniversary of that first flood, Lena planned something special—a secluded beach house, waves crashing like applause for their lust.
The salt air kissed their skin as they arrived, sunset painting the sky in fiery hues. Inside, candles flickered, casting golden glows. She wore nothing but a smile, pulling him to the balcony.
“Out here, under the stars,” she said, bending over the railing, ocean breeze teasing her exposed folds.
Mark approached, cock hard and ready, sliding in with a groan. “Fuck, the wind feels good on my balls.” His humor cut through, making her chuckle even as pleasure built.
They rocked together, the roar of waves masking their moans, salt on their lips from kisses, the cool air contrasting their heat, the scent of sea and sex intoxicating, the vast sky witnessing their union.
“I’m about to cum—deep in that perfect pussy,” he warned, voice strained.
“Yes! Empty into me. I love it—love you claiming me like this.” Her orgasm ripped through, body shaking, as his followed, the warmth spreading, eternal as the tide.
They watched the stars emerge, still joined, his seed a warm secret inside her. “This is us,” she whispered. “Forever filled.”
Life continued, but the core remained—the thrill of his release, her obsession with the flood. In quiet moments, she’d touch her belly, imagining the possibilities, but mostly, it was the raw, unfiltered joy of being his vessel.
One lazy Sunday, tangled in sheets, he stirred awake, finding her wet and waiting. “Again?” he murmured, smiling.
“Always. Tell me you’re gonna cum inside.” And he did, over and over, their story an endless cycle of desire and fulfillment.
