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His hands move to my hips as my body falls forward onto him. “You will be the death of me Alena, I swear!” His eyes looking into mine, he pulls back, his cock sliding out of my sex. “I hope not, Sir; necrophilia isn't my kind of thing.” My eyes roll, and his cock twitches and becomes hard again. I don't know why I called him Sir, but it had an effect on him, that is for sure. Smiling, I can’t help but tease him more. “Mmm, your cock just twitched and hardened. Why was that?” I should have said, sir. It is too late now.

Sara His cock always tasted crazily good. That was why I kept coming back for more. I would say I was slowly becoming addicted to it, which isn't a good sign. He's Layla's father. Layla's my best friend. Someone I shouldn’t even have a dirty thought about. I had betrayed her and didn't even feel that guilty about it. And even now, with her downstairs, I couldn't think about anything else but getting pleasured by her father. Carson gripped my head tighter, shoving his cock deeper inside my mouth.

I ordered pizza for us and as they gamed, I fired up the laptop in my bedroom, curious to read the stories he'd been stroking to yesterday. As I read story after story, I was shocked both at the content of the stories and by what these stories were doing to me. My pussy was on fire, and my left hand slowly pleasured myself as I read each incestuous story. Some of the stories had dominant sons seducing their mothers, while others had powerful daughters dominating their mothers, while still others were more intimate and egalitarian in the sexual relationships between sons and mothers. I'd never even remotely considered my children in a sexual way, but yesterday's events of my son's masturbatio

Why I kept my distance in the first place! She's always been like this for me. Like some drug. Some obsessive, intoxicating drug that once you have a taste, you keep going back for more. Never getting enough. Never getting satisfied. You just keep wanting more. More and more every single day until you're an addict! You become an addict. Then you can do nothing else but focus on that drug. That was what was happening to me right now. I was heading into that dark hole. But this time... It's a woman named Serena. The God damned bane of my existence.

Warning: This book series has lots of steamy scenes and you are in for a hot thrilling ride. Blurb “I will mark every inch of your body, gag and pin you while filling you up with my c*m and watching you writhe in pleasure under me. Something I am sure that loser could never do.” He smirked. ** ** ** Still reeling from the humiliation of a horrible break up from her ex and her parents’ divorce, Isadora Kingsford decides to stay with her best friend over the holidays just to get over the hurt however what she didn't prepare for was lusting after Tristan Kavanaugh—her best friend’s sinfully attractive father.

Wild Addiction volume 2. I never knew true addiction until I met her. I never truly understood what it is to crave, mind, body, and soul—until nothing mattered but fulfilling that craving. Until the only thing that mattered was easing the hollow space inside me. It was there whenever we’re apart. Like a dark hole, it lingered, intensifying until my mind was full of dark spots. Until my mind was full of easy curves, bare before me. Until my desires reflected her, bending at the waist, her pert, little arse in the air, colored red by my palm, the outline of my fingers visible against her pale skin.

“And you gave in. But you’re about to be my mom’s husband. This has to stop. Please…make it easier for me.” Her words were desperate, but her trembling lips and flushed neck betrayed her. She wanted me. Maybe more than she feared me. Before I could close the distance between us, she spun and rushed out, the sound of her hurried steps echoing down the hall. I stood frozen, chest heaving, cock still straining against the thin fabric. “Fuck,” I groaned, dragging a hand through my wet hair. “This is so messed up.” But no matter how much I tried to convince myself, I knew the truth: I was hooked. Cassie wasn’t just temptation, she was an addiction. And resisting her? That was a battle

Security wasn't needed if anyone made a wrong move he wouldn't think twice about killing them on the spot. Jack waited until the crowd at the stage died down. He wanted to tip her. After all he owed her that much even if she never spoke to him again. He dug in his pockets to see what he had on him. Jack found the hundred dollar bill that he set aside. He was going to use this money to aid his habit during the work week. "Damn it!" he scuffed. It would come down to this wouldn't it. He left her side to feed the beast within but never felt satisfied. The beasts hunger grew with every passing week and it never was enough. He was faced with the same decision that tore them apart. Be addicted or

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.

I was addicted to her in the way a man craves the very toxin that might one day destroy him. Note: updating two chapters today! Next chapter in the next ten minutes. Don't forget to leave your comments about the chapter.