Novel & Cerita Addicted Chinese Drama

I have never been addicted to any substance before, was wish enough to stay away from things that impaired my memory. But when I look at her, the cherry taste that lingered on my tongue, I knew that I had found my new addiction. “Fuck,” I muttered under my breath, my eyes taking her in as she lay on the chair, legs apart, showing me her glistening pink hole. My dick twitched, images of how she felt clenched around my fingers tore through my brain. Everything in my body screamed, warning me of what I was trying to do. Fucking her wouldn’t end the obsession, it would be my doom. Fucking her would mean I need to have her forever.

Gasping, my songbird digs her fingers into my shoulders, squeezing them for dear life while her beautiful moans turn into perfect screams. “Whose are you?” I repeat, wanting to hear more of it. “Who is the only one that can make you feel this good?” “You!” She screams, cumming around me. “L, it’s you! It’s only you.” “More!” One or two times wasn’t enough. I wanted to hear it again and again. I wanted to possess and dominate her again and again. I wanted to tie her up, bend her every which way, and break her so that she became addicted to my dick and my love, which was so fucking unhealthy. I wanted all of her, every inch of her, and I wanted to lock her away. I was addicted to her, and I wa

"I do." Damian was surprised by her sudden answer. "I'm addicted to you too. I just don't know why. You hurt me but I keep coming back to you. I wanted to leave once the first week was over but seeing you like this made me stay. I don't know why and I don't understand it and I don't want to. I love you too." Damian looked at Lilian as if she had not just said what she said. He pulled her close gently and kissed her full on the lips. Lilian melted into his warmth. She had missed it so much. Damian pulled away and stroked her cheek lovingly.

They paid double when we kissed and swapped their cum between our mouths. Back home, the addiction consumed us completely. We loved it. The soreness between our legs after a long night, the sticky feeling of dried cum on our skin, the way our pussies throbbed with memories of being stretched and used. “We’re addicted, baby,” Mom moaned one night as she ground her clit against mine after a particularly brutal session with four clients. “And I fucking love it. Your dad’s death left me empty. You filled me with this… this fire.”

I leaned into him, exhaling. Draven was so fucking addictive.

But soon as the time passed he got addicted to it, and before he could realise the drug began to consume him. But after last night, he understood that his addiction isn’t only consuming him but also affecting other peoples around him. He surely was jealous when Jenny unbotherly danced and enjoyed herself so much in front of all the audience in the club. He wasn’t happy with what he saw in Jenny, she was happy without him while he’s not. That’s the truth even if he denied to accept it, he’s not happy without her and he realised it only after leaving her. And till the time he realised this, it was already too late. In order to calm his racing nerves he took drugs in a such a dangerous dosage

The story began with Samuel and Elena, and they liked each other. Sammy and Elena wanted to marry each other, but they were not born for each other. Sammy and Victoria were made for each other and were born for each other. Both got separated in childhood but got back after 15 years and won her love of life, Samuel. Now everyone is happy. This all happened because of Victoria. When Victoria was married, her relationship was very complicated at first, but she never left Sammy alone because she loved him so much. You are my addiction is the story of people who are obsessed and addicted to their partners.

“You have made my life absolute hell, woman!” I chuckled playfully, knowing he didn’t actually mean his words. “What did I manage to do now?” “Where should I start from?” He muttered, placing a finger beneath his chin in exaggerated contemplation. “First, you married that asshole despite my very wise objections.” I rolled my eyes. “Then,” he continued dramatically, “you got pregnant by him… only to abort the baby.” My smile faded slightly. “And after that,” he added with a sigh, “you somehow managed to get attacked by a guy who looked like a bloated ninja.”

I could only beg. “Please don’t do this…” The man who suggested the game was aiming at a snooker ball. He was aiming it at me. The snooker ball rolled on the table and very soon hit its target. I trembled and felt a gush of hotness down there. My addiction was triggered again. “She’s pretty sensitive. She felt it with just a single touch. We’re going to have so much fun today.” “Wench, do you want it? If you want it, just say so. We’re all here.”

“I feel addicted to you, Daddy. The guilt is there but the craving is stronger. Please fill me with your cum. Mark your dirty secret again.” He fucked me harder across the desk until I came with a loud cry. My body shook and my pussy clenched around him. He followed soon after and filled me with his hot load. We stayed connected for a moment breathing heavily. “You are becoming my perfect addiction too, Sarah,” he whispered.