Addicted To Him Novels & Stories

He had vowed that if she accepted him he would turn the world upside down to keep her with him. In the past, he wanted to keep her because of his love, but now she will stay glue to him because of his hate. Both ways, she was stuck. She had no way out and no matter what happened, she will stay as his. It was pathetic, wanting the woman who destroyed you effortlessly was indeed pitiful but he was intoxicated. He was addicted, he knew this addiction was suicidal but who had ever cared for life when decided to be, Intoxicated by a venom.

He had no idea how deep this was going to go with Nadia, but right now, with her pussy wrapped around him and her taste still on his tongue, he knew one thing for sure. He was already addicted.

He felt as if he could spend his whole life and even eternity doing this…with her. He continued his onslaught and saw how her breasts bounced anytime he slammed into her, her pussy so wet and inviting, and at this moment he sure as hell knew he was addicted to her, the way she made him feel, everything about her! He didn't want it to stop. He wanted this every day; he wanted this forever. He didn't know what came over him, feeling the need to possess her and make her completely his. He brought his fingers to her clit and stroked it like his life depended on it.

he said. Have I lost my mind completely? Why am I fucking Tristan again in my living room after almost getting caught just hours ago? What about this dude makes me want to risk it all? He turned toward me, and our tongues collided while I continued to pound his pussy hole. I needed Tristan, and he needed me, and every time we fucked, I became more intoxicated with him. He was my drug, and I was addicted to him and had no desire to detox from him. Tristan bent over and touched his ankles, and I pounded his hole harder. Seeing his ripped, lean

He muttered before pulling her close to kiss her madly. Her hands lay flat above his chest and abdomen, sparking the intense hotness he's feeling everytime he wants it. He knows to himself that he's an addict, but not an addict that would go so high from consuming his own drugs but in another way. Addicted to feel pleasure, thinking about banging every woman he wanted, hard and spiced with his violent pleasurable behavior in bed. He's addicted with the smell of new made money. He's addicted to chase the tails of the people who stepped on him. And he wants himself to return.

I really am. I paused when I sniffed his scent and swallowed. Jeez. Now he has contaminated the entire room with that sweet scent of his. I didn't know why I suddenly felt like crying. I....I needed him here...with me...on the bed... touching me as he does... driving me insane... fucking me like he wouldn't see the next day... Damn it!!!!! i am addicted. I can't do without him.... Jeez. What the hell has he done to me???

I'm too in love with him, too consumed by the feelings he evokes within me. Despite all the hurt he's caused me, I can't imagine my life without him. He's become my addiction, my obsession. A part of me knows I should break free, that I should find someone who treats me better, but the other part of me can't bear the thought of being without him.

He kept shoving his hand into my breast to pinch my nipple, and anytime I whimpered, it distracted a playing Kylie who was jumping up and down in anticipation of the new year sparkles. He removed his hand from my breast and walked it down to thrust his longest middle finger into my pantless core. I moaned loudly and quickly covered it up to avert our daughter's suspicions. "Aaron stop! You will get tired if you eat me several times" I said and he turned to me with a serious expression. "I can never get tired of you because you are my woman. You are my addiction. I can't get enough of you. You are mine and I'm yours" he groans and it didn't take long for me to start rubbing my core around his

“Stop now, else we are going to make love again.” “If you really don’t want it, then stop responding to me as if you want me as much as I want you.” “I can’t help it,” I say, closing my eyes as the sensation heightens. He shifts on the bed and pins me. “And I can’t help it as well. Every day that we are together, I am getting more and more addicted to you. I need to go to rehab if you ever leave me.” I frown at him. “Then you will be in rehab after two years.”

Reed laid beside her as they both started to watch the movie. About thirty minutes into the movie, Rielle fell asleep on his shoulder. Reed smiled as he admired her face, In this short period of time she had become someone that he couldn’t let go of. He was attached to her like a medicine and couldn’t let go of her. He wanted more and more from her. He was addicted to her. He was in love with her.