Addicted Jock Novels & Stories

The call had been a mistake, the kind that happened when patience broke down and the need to control something, anything, overrode the discipline that had held for four years. He had shown his hand without meaning to and they both knew it, though neither had said so. He messaged Lucian immediately. *Adrian just called. Pushing to accelerate. He's losing his footing.* The reply came fast. *I know. He called two of his regulatory contacts in the last hour. They're starting to ask questions he doesn't have answers for.*

“Even when he comes back, you’ll still sneak over here every chance you get. Mommy still needs her young cock. And you’re going to keep feeding it to me, aren’t you, baby?” Jake nodded, already addicted beyond saving. “Yes, Mommy.”

He kept thrusting, pumping every drop deep inside me while I trembled and moaned. Even after he finished, he stayed buried inside me, stirring the mess with slow, filthy thrusts. Cum and my squirt leaked down my thighs in heavy streams. He finally pulled out and turned me to face him. His hand cupped my soaked pussy, pushing his cum back inside me. “You’re getting addicted to this, aren’t you?” he said, dark eyes burning. “Getting fucked like a cheap slut in the middle of the gym.” I nodded weakly, still shaking. “Yes… I need more.”

The guilt about Jake was still there but the addiction grew stronger with every secret meeting. I realized right then that I was becoming completely addicted to this forbidden world. I did not want it to end. I wanted more of these powerful men using me whenever I needed it. The thought made me smile even as cum dripped down my thighs. This taboo game had changed me and I was not ready to walk away from it yet.

He wanted him to die a slow and painful death. “The doctors said I should quit.” Mr Atkinson said, dropping the roll on the table beside him. “But it’s addictive. It’s like cocaine, you get addicted to it easily.” he laughed. General William was irritated by the sight. “Your life was perfect sometime ago. It was beautiful when she was in it, you know with that her two second smile. But it’s good she left you, because now, she’s taking care of me any time she’s around.”

“Jack’s always taken care of me. When I was in the car accident. Before that. After that. It’s always been him who made sure we had food to eat, clothes to wear. When I wasn’t able to get more pain medication prescribed—and at that time I was still having so much pain—Jack got the pills for me. And then, when I became addicted, he risked arrest and God knows what else to make sure I had what I needed.” Jace sighed. It was a sticky situation, no doubt. He saw Jack in a new light, but it didn’t mean he was okay with the man fucking things up for Bethany now. Jack was into more than just a habit for prescription drugs. He was buying, if not dealing, the hard shit. The kind of stuff that could g

He filled my ass, plugged it, and sent me back to work with his cum trapped inside both holes. Thursday night he took me back to the penthouse and pushed the limits further. He put me in full puppy gear… mitts, knee pads, hood with ears and made me perform tricks for guests. Two of his close business associates watched from the couch as I fetched, rolled over, and humped a pillow like a desperate animal until I came messily, barking. Then Marcus let them watch, but not touch as he railed me on the living room rug. Their eyes on my dripping cunt and bouncing body sent me into subspace so deep I cried when I came. I was addicted. Ruined. And I loved it.

Cazzo! That was what angered me most, I fucking know how drug addicts are. They all have a fucked up life, and when they're drugged they do the most despicable things ever. One time a stripper in one of my strip clubs, got drugged at a different night club. She was off duty that day and so decided to enjoy her fucking night off, in a fucked up perverted night club.

He banged his fist on the wall frustratingly. "I want you rose and I promise I will make you mine." After showering he came out and looked at his empty bed, he didn't felt like sleeping on it without her, he was getting addicted to the peace and comfort she was providing him, he head towards his office and opened the bottle of whiskey, he sat there the whole night drinking and drowning himself in her thoughts... Jack entered the office and saw Damian sitting there drinking... "Still awake ? " He said sitting beside him... "Ohh Iet me guess you are missing your little bodyguard, right..."

Max, Nick, Marco, and jack had told me about it, but I didn’t realize Damian would tell me himself. “You do not wish to know how many times a day I jerked off just by thinking of you. It was very unhealthy, my friends thought I was addicted to jerking off.” He laughed. “It’s a good thing, at least you were thinking of me when you were doing it.” I laughed with him, teasing him.