Addicted Novels & Stories

And yet… I reached for the dildo again. Because the addiction had taken over. I was no longer the ambitious secretary. I was a broken, needy, sex-addicted girl who couldn’t stop chasing the high her boss had given her. And I didn’t know how to stop.

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's not addicted." "Yes, he is. He follows you like a wolf follows a trail. He can't stop himself. It's like he needs to be near you to breathe. It's like you're air and he's been drowning his whole life. You're the only thing that keeps him alive. You're the only thing that matters to him. You're his entire world. You're his everything. You're his reason to wake up in the morning. You're his reason to hope."

“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.

This bully actually found his way here to frustrate me again. My phone pinged again. Dante: I can’t wait for you to be my baddie at bedtime. Oh my God. This message literally made me shiver. I felt a strange stirring inside, like I wanted exactly what he had just texted. And I knew what he really meant. God, why was I feeling this stupid over the naughty thing he had just texted? Maybe I am naughty. Because tell me why I understood what he meant by “baddie at bedtime.”

I walk around, eyes blank, pussy dripping, mind filled with one thing— His cock. I want it. I need it. Thick. Deep. Ruthless. Shoved down my pussy again and again until I’m clawing at the sheets and screaming his name. This addiction… he warned me about it. “I’m gonna fuck you until the only thing you think about is my cock.” He said that. And fuck, he wasn’t lying. He’s all I think about. I try to clean.. or even concentrate on my kitchen work. I try to sleep. I try to breathe—

CHAPTER ONE Alex's Pov "Tell me what you're thinking right now." I stared at the message glowing on my phone screen, my thumb hovering over the keyboard. It was past midnight, and I should have been asleep, but these conversations had become my addiction. Three months of talking to someone who didn't know my last name, didn't know where I worked, didn't know anything except the parts of myself I chose to reveal. "I'm thinking about how strange it is that you know me better than people I see every day," I typed back.

To the dark. “I’m addicted,” I said. Voice low. Barely above a whisper. “To cock. To being used. To the feeling of being stretched, filled, taken until I can’t think. I’ve tried everything—apps, clubs, strangers in parking lots, gangbangs in hotel rooms. Nothing works anymore. The high fades faster each time. I need more. I need to be broken.” Silence. I kept going.

eyes. I couldn't stop thinking about her flawless skin, there was not a single blemish on her body, she looked fucking unreal. And one thing I just couldn't get the fuck out of my mind was her taste. Now, that I know what she tastes like, I'm not sure how I will get rid of this fucking addiction. The most fucked up thing about addiction is when you realize that you are fucking addicted to something, whether it's alcohol or women, you say to yourself "This is my last drink."

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.