Addicted Novels & Stories

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.

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

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.

Addicted to the way they were making me feel. Safe. Warm. Cherished. Protected. Owned. I took a deep breath that shuddered through my body. The combination of his breath mingling with mine and the tingle of his palm against my neck was heady and intoxicating. The dizzy from his words and the response they’d elicited inside me, I wanted to give in. I wanted to tell him yes. I wanted to tell him we could do that. That, despite our addictions, two opposite poles, we could make it work.

You are my addiction is the story of people who are obsessed and addicted to their partners. ____________THE END____________ Author's Note: Thanks to everyone who supported me. I hope you loved the story. English is not my first language, so please forgive me if there are any verbal mistakes in the story with that and enjoyed the story. If I will update a new story, I will drop it in the comment box, till then take care all Guys love you all...!!

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

“Get Daddy nice and wet. I’m going to breed you soon.” I took him into my mouth eagerly, sucking and licking while saliva dripped down my chin. Aiden casually checked his phone with one hand while slowly fucking my throat with shallow thrusts. Every few minutes he would push my head down until my nose pressed against his pelvis and hold me there, cutting off my air until my eyes watered. I gagged and drooled, but I didn’t fight it. I was starting to crave the roughness. This is addiction, I realized as tears slipped down my cheeks. Real addiction. I barely remember what my apartment looks like. My camera is collecting dust in the corner. All I think about is being full of him.

Once I find her, whoever she is, I will never hesitate to kiss her, hold her, hug her, own her entire body, heart, and soul. For some unexplainable reason, I just wanted that person to be mine. Mine alone. Addiction, madness, whatever I can call how I feel, I don’t care anymore. That person is mine, and once I find her, I will never let her go no matter what happens. There’s no way I could.

But nothing was normal anymore. I lay there in the dark with my father-in-law’s cum still leaking out of my pussy and knew one thing for certain: I was completely, hopelessly addicted. And I already couldn’t wait for him to fuck me again.

“A colleague. A woman who can talk. Do you understand what that does?” He did not wait for an answer. He shoved two fingers into her and found her wet, of course wet, the paranoia and the punishment already braided. He made a sound that was not kind. “Of course you do. Close call and this cunt still opens. That’s the addiction. That’s why we don’t get to be sloppy in daylight.”