Addicted Series Sub Indo Novels & Stories

“Mhhh… I will be quiet. Just do not stop.” He pumped deeper, one hand rubbing my clit. “You are completely addicted now. My secret fucktoy in your mother’s house.” I came shaking, pussy squeezing him tight. “Ahhh… Daddy I am cumming.” He followed right after, flooding me with thick ropes while holding me down on his cock.

I could see it in the way Dante's jaw clenched, the way Mateo's breathing changed. "Fuck," Dante breathed. "Look at you." I felt powerful under their stares. Wanted. Desired in a way that made my skin feel too tight. Dante carried the bag to my bed and dumped the contents onto the mattress. My eyes went wide as item after item spilled out. Silk ropes. Leather cuffs. A blindfold. A ball gag. Nipple clamps connected by a silver chain. Vibrators in different sizes. Butt plugs. Lube. Massage candles. A leather flogger. A wooden paddle. And finally, a black leather collar with a silver ring and leash attached.

Pondering for a moment, I remembered a series I always wanted to watch. "How about we watch "Breaking Bad"? It's a series they've always recommended to me and I've never had the chance to see. What do you think? "I suggested, curious to know your opinion. Bernardo seemed intrigued by the choice. "I've never watched this series, but I've heard about it very well. It seems like a great option. Shall we start? "He agreed, showing excitement.

For a moment he was flooded with euphoria, the adrenaline-laced blood too rich and addictive when he'd been so long without and so very closing to turning. "So good. Do not stop. Feel the rush. Do not stop. There is nothing like it in the world. Join us, brother. Be with us. Take it all. Every drop." Kane heard several voices whispering the temptation. The buzzing in his head grew louder until it was almost painful. It is forbidden to take a life. "A cat only. Nothing to one such as you. He attacked you. Why should you give him his life when he would have killed you?"

the one in my mouth groans, thrusting harder. “She’s clenching my cock so tight,” the one beneath me growls. “She’s gonna make me cum.” “She’s choking on my dick while dripping down his balls—fuck—” My scream muffles around the cock stuffing my throat, my body jerking as another orgasm rips me apart. Wetness gushes out, splattering across the one beneath me, soaking him. “Ahhh—ahhh—” My cries are broken around the cock in my mouth, my body convulsing. My face is wrecked—eyes half-closed, tongue out, spit and tears streaming. I look like I’m addicted. Because I am.

If it was alcohol-induced sweating before, it was now exercise-induced sweating on the mattress. “I need to pee,” Arini said honestly. Her face was bright red, her breathing was going up and down violently. “Oh.” Richard grinned slightly. “I wonder what.” Richards was released briefly. Which made Arini a little flabbergasted. “Sir?” “Patience, darling. You're addicted, aren't you?” Arini wanted to nod but was confused, did the thing that made hers full make her addicted? It didn't feel like it, she felt liberated but there was a lingering feeling but what was it?

he groans and begins to move his finger inside of me, pushing up against my front wall, just how I like it. I could already feel the heat travel throughout my body, and I rocked my hips up to meet his fingers, wanting more of him. "More?" he groans, as if hearing my thoughts. "More," I whisper, nodding my head. "It's your second day of having sex and I think you've become an addict," he chuckles, thrusting his finger into me as I chuckle. "Only an addict for you," I groan, running my fingers through his hair.

I grew addicted to that feeling of teetering on the edge of a cliff. Desire is like a flood—once a crack appears, nothing can stop it. Little by little, I stopped being satisfied with small exposures. To chase that irresistible rush of danger and thrill, I started trying it in riskier places. In class, I'd quietly slip my pants off while the teacher lectured, then let my hand wander. Walking alone at night, I'd bare my bottom, lift my top, and stroll down the street. In my mind, I'd fantasize about some lecherous man charging at me, shoving me to the ground, and roughly forcing my legs apart.

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.

They were so greedy to ruffle my stamina. My back greets the softness of the mattress, but the pounding on my asshole intensifies with the alternating suction in front of my body. Like Satya said, I'm a bitch, I'm dirty, I enjoy being a spectacle, I'm... addicted to more challenging games. "Ah!" I repeated the sigh every time Arman reached the deepest part. He kept digging for pleasure until a shot from him warmed my back. It wasn't just him who breathed a sigh of relief, I was already having trouble moving as I became the target of the hungry cats' passion.