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When I go back, I'll be good and listen to everyone. Love, Lily By the time Mom finished reading, she was sobbing so hard she could barely breathe. "How sad must she have been when she wrote this?" Dad took the letter from her and read it one word at a time. Then he closed his eyes. Tears rolled down his face and fell onto the paper, spreading into small dark stains. Noah had woken up at some point. He stood in the doorway in his pajamas, rubbing his eyes.

Sophia’s failed schemes became fuel in the dirty talk, turning her defeat into our ecstasy. Dawn brought tender aftercare. Marcus washed my marked, cum-covered body in the large tub with gentle hands, massaging every sore muscle and kissing each bruise. In the water, we made slow, loving love, his thick cock grinding deep in my well-used pussy, eyes locked. In bed, the afterglow brought deep conversation. “The warning is there, but Sophia is gone from my projects,” he said, stroking my hair. “We made it.” I curled against him. “This extreme addiction is our happiness. The HR storm, Elena’s growing gaze, the voyeurism, the fisting, DP, breath play, swing, machine, and endless creampies, it al

The morning after our all-night fuck-fest, I woke up sore in the best possible way. My pussy throbbed deliciously, swollen and sticky with Alex’s dried cum. He had slipped out of my room just before dawn, leaving only a quick, filthy kiss and a whispered promise: “Today’s going to be fun, baby.”

A loud sob escaped my throat when he placed his lips over my neck and my throat choked with emotions when he sucked over it while drawing circles on my waist. I have never allowed any male to come near me let alone touch because somewhere in the back of my mind, from the beginning Aldrich was my everything. I have never even imagined any other male. And now the way this monster is touching me, I am feeling disgusted to another level. "Now, I got why Aldrich is addicted to you" he mumbled against my skin "your touch, your smell, your presence, everything is intoxicating like a drug. I want to touch you again and again"

Alicia moaned, feeling his cock rub against her lace-clothed belly. “I never knew sex can be this addicting.” He groaned, leaving her mouth and began kissing her neck, trailing down to her chest, finding the taut nipples. Alicia let out a tortured groan when his mouth closed on it. She could feel her wetness begin to drip in her inner thighs. She wanted him with so much vigor and just like him, she never knew she could get addicted to someone, body, and soul. After teasing and stimulating each other to a point of insanity, Theo lined up with her hole and fucked her to sleep.

"I know you have been stalking me. How long has it been going on like that? To meet your grandfather, you stoop this low, like paying those homeless people there to kill me? What? Did you plan to meet him in the morgue or graveyard?" Her back stiffened as Bash used that word. Graveyard. It triggered a memory that she had to shake away from her mind. "It's your...mental breakdown talking. It's okay. I can feel you." She lowered her gaze, not wanting Bash to see her red-rimmed eyes. Trying hard to keep her emotions at bay, she ranted, "That is normal after what happened to you in that street. People there can be violent because of poverty, unemployment, and addiction that an addict can't get r

He sits up and pulls off my top, leaving my breasts bare. My nipples are hard, standing tight, begging for him. “Damn!” Adam exclaims before taking my breasts into his mouth. Heat engulfs me as he sucks and nibbles, his hand fumbling with my other breast. The sensation is heaven, and my pussy throbs harder, wetness soaking the sofa beneath me. Adam kisses his way up, from my breasts to my ears. “Baby,” he whispers, “I know you’re drunk. But I’m gonna give you something else to get drunk on. I’m gonna give you a new kind of addiction.”

Sara His cock always tasted crazily good. That was why I kept coming back for more. I would say I was slowly becoming addicted to it, which isn't a good sign. He's Layla's father. Layla's my best friend. Someone I shouldn’t even have a dirty thought about. I had betrayed her and didn't even feel that guilty about it. And even now, with her downstairs, I couldn't think about anything else but getting pleasured by her father. Carson gripped my head tighter, shoving his cock deeper inside my mouth.

I was addicted to her in the way a man craves the very toxin that might one day destroy him. Note: updating two chapters today! Next chapter in the next ten minutes. Don't forget to leave your comments about the chapter.