Addicted Jock Novels & Stories

Thе wау he lоvіnglу held mу hаnd and hіѕ sweet wоrdѕ; I’d never get tіrеd of hеаrіng his vоісе. I fеlt thе addiction runnіng thrоugh my vеіnѕ. I wаѕ completely hooked, and Jоеl was mу only сhоісе оf drug. I knew I wаѕ fаllіng hard, caught up in his ѕреll. I juѕt hореd thаt іt was a gооd thіng as I no lоngеr had thе strength to fight іt.

And she refused to get close to him too, something that made him very mad. He hated the fact that she was keeping her distance. He made it compulsory for the three of them to have breakfast together every morning, as an excuse to see her every day at least but Jade refused to show up the last two times. “There's this insane feeling I get every time I take cocaine to an extreme limit. I got to understand that nothing in this world could ever give me that bliss and that is why I became so addicted to it.” He gulped down the alcohol until it burned down his throat.

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

He was really something else. I made my way towards the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. My skin was flushed and there were red marks all over my neck and chest. I traced them with my fingers as a small smile played around the corner of my lips. He does know to pleasure a woman, I'll give him that. God, he was so fucking addicting, like a drug and I couldn’t get enough of him. I thought about all the women who had a share of him and felt a pang of jealously.

I kissed his neck, licked his jaw, and whispered one last time, “So fucking hot, Daddy. Never leave me empty again.” I stayed like that for a long time, connected to him, my body trembling with satisfaction and the dark hunger that only grew stronger. Three days of denial had turned me into this filthy, addicted, willing to do anything to keep his cock inside me while he was helpless. And I already knew I’d do it again tomorrow night. And the night after. Forever if I could.

“Every hole. Every time we want.” Rico groaned as I stroked him faster. “Boss’s daughter is our dirty little fuck toy now.” I came hard, screaming around Jax’s cock as my pussy clamped down on Marcus. My whole body shook, juices running down his balls. They didn’t stop. They kept using me, switching positions, passing me around like a toy. By the time the first load of cum shot down my throat from Jax, I already knew I was addicted. This was just the beginning. And I couldn’t wait for them to break every rule and ruin me completely.

Here we were again, fucking my son’s wife in the swimming pool while our families were in the pool with us. I continued to instruct her while I fucked her. Forgive me, God! She was so good. I continued to fuck her slowly without making any sound. I wanted to kiss her, suck her large breasts, and drink her milk. My hand found her clit, rubbing it in tight circles while I fucked her slowly. I had realized something… I was addicted to her; I couldn’t live without fucking her. “I’m cumin,” I whispered in her ear. But I didn’t stop. I pulled out of her pussy and slid my cock into her rectum. Shit! It was so tight.

After I left her place in Kitsilano, after I sent that text, someone nearly took my front door off the hinges. Bang. Bang. I had jerked up in bed thinking the building was coming down. It was Reed from the third line, drunk off his ass, pounding because he’d seen my truck in the garage and decided midnight was a good time to ask why I skipped the rookies’ bar run. I had stood there after he left and thought the universe had a sick sense of timing, scaring me like that when the only person I wanted at my door was the one who had already told me to leave.

Every time I looked at them, every time I saw Brooke laugh at something he said or the way he automatically pulled her closer when other guys walked by, it felt like someone was twisting a knife in my chest. So I kept drinking. By the time Jake finally appeared and Tara dragged him off to have what she called "a very important conversation," I was definitely feeling the effects of whatever toxic mixture she'd created. The edges of everything seemed softer, the music louder, the press of bodies around me more noticeable. "You look familiar." I turned to find a guy I didn't recognize standing way too close. He was tall, probably in college, with the kind of confident smile that suggested he th

It resulted in a habit of pleasuring myself. Because of this addiction, I did not even dare to get a boyfriend, and it made the effect of my hormones worse. My addiction got more serious. Last night, my adoptive father gave me a call. He quoted some family matters and asked me to head home. He was kind enough to book me a train ride. I got onto the train, but I did not expect there to be so many blue-collar workers in the sleeper carriage. The blue-collar men were extremely masculine, and they were playing poker and smoking not too far away from my lower bunk bed.