Addicted Jock Novels & Stories

And now I was fucking consumed. I wanted to embed myself In her. I wanted her world to revolve around mine since mine revolved around her. I wanted to drive her crazy, wanted to make her lose control... I wanted to drive myself deep into her subconscious as she had done to me, and ultimately, I wanted her to surrender her life and lay it down at my feet, even if I was the one welding the knife to take it. It was deranged. It was crazy but I was addicted. I was obsessed and I was never going to let her go.

caused the fire and Chrissy was well aware of it, So tell me, what makes this so special that Chrissy cannot plant those drugs in Adam's bag considering the fact that she wasn't on good terms with me or him but yet she miraculosly stopped that night and helped him home, she apologised for everything she did to him and yes, she was the last time to see him, suddenly Adam gets arrested early in the mor ning because someone had allegedly tipped them that he was hoarding drugs and was a drug smuggler. What does that spell out to you." She yelled at him. "You will tell me the truth right now Chrissy, why did you do what you did? What harm did nAdam ever do to you, why did you do this?"She yelled

Jeffrey Sullivan was a crack dealer who was also a screwed-up addict. The guy was pretty much still gorked when Will shared with him his own kind of addiction. He thought Will was referring to the kind of drugs he had allowed to slowly ruin his relationship with his family and his life. Even when Will was leisurely pulling out his teeth, he still couldn’t figure out that Will’s addiction was way different than his.

"Hey kiddo, don't worry. That Amber has claws, and she enjoys shredding anything in her path. You held up pretty good." "Has he ever done this before, Jimmy?" Victoria whispered to him, trying to figure out what the hell was going on. Was this some sick, twisted power trip? "No, never. I mean, he's never had to. You should see the girls pulling each other's hair out to get into his clubs, his house...his bed. Let's just say there is a lot. So, this was all a shock to me. I didn't expect him to be really serious about it. You know, adding days and stuff," Jimmy answered, and then he brought her close to his body. "Shit, I'm drunk. I've said way too much. Please don't tell him."

and a nurse walked in carrying a pack of medicine" Sir you are awake" thank God the nurse said smiling,. Yeah release these things" I want to leave this place he replied rudely, you need to take your drugs she said opening the packet" take you and your fucking drugs" out of my way he surd angrly* and the nurse quickly took the drip off with shaking hands and Jasper glared at her before walking out. Ella were is Jeremy they asked staring at her" he went home Ella replied sitting down" she was thinking about what Jeremy told her, home?? Why?? Jason question

There were different cliques all paired up in school. Among the boys,we had the most popular Frank Kingston of course,the popular, wealthy, spoilt kid that everyone wanted to be friends with. I still remembered how he humiliated me in fifth grade and said I would end up being poor just like my mother, pompous, spoilt bastard.I became angry anytime I remembered what he did to me in fifth grade. I was angry for many reasons. I was angry because he insulted me and I was angry at myself because I had a huge crush on him. Well, who wouldn't. I was fat and ugly but I had feelings too and I wasn't blind not to notice that Frank Kingston was a tall handsome human with blonde, short hair and brown ey

Something she was sure her father would notice. “There was an article in the US Weekly not a week ago about you and Elijah Stone with pictures of you in your love nest.” “Father, please. You know very well there’s nothing between Eli and me. He’s recovering from a serious addiction. He needs support from his friends.” Skyler glanced over at her. “It doesn’t matter what I know. The world believes you’re a party girl… again.” She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “The board knows I’m not.”

“By the way, I didn't know you'd come home early.” “Yeah, I managed to get off work earlier than usual,” I replied, wrapping her in my arms, without pulling out of her. I still wanted to stay in her tight, dripping pussy for a tad bit longer. “Three days without sex really turned me into a nymphomaniac,” Jocelyn sighed. “What have you done to me, Ed?” Chuckling, I said. “I've gotten you addicted to my cock, baby.”

My name was Lindsey Hawthorn, and I had struggled with this compulsion for as long as I could remember. Everyone always thought I was a good, quiet girl, but only I knew the truth—the intense, almost unbearable craving I had for men. Just the sight of a strong, muscular man was enough to make me weak. By the time I reached college, this need had completely spiraled out of control. Sometimes, even the slightest friction while walking would trigger an overwhelming release. People would stare, probably thinking I had wet myself.

Tonight I just want— I don't know what I want. That's a lie. I do know. And that's exactly the problem. I take a breath. The whiskey catches the city lights, amber and cold. I still don't drink it. That's when I notice my hand. It's shaking. I stare at it—this hand that's signed billion-dollar contracts, that's commanded armies, that's never once wavered in front of anyone—and it's trembling like a goddamn rookie's.