Addicted To Him Novels & Stories

I felt it overflow, trickling down my ass. He pulled out slow, cum leaking. "Look at that. Bred like a good sis." He cut the ties, but I didn't move right away. Legs shaky, body spent. He scooped me up, sitting me on the bench edge. Kissed my forehead, weird tender. "You're addicted now. To my twisted shit." I nodded, hating that it was true. "What if I tell?" "You won't. You love it too much." He cleaned me up with a rag, gentle wipes. But left some cum inside. "Keep it. Reminder."

"And even if there was, I'm not interested in exploring it. Just leave me alone. I left the room to wake Darna up, so she could get ready for school. Jace looked disappointed, trying to make me feel better despite the pain he'd caused me. He'd left this morning without eating and came back late, drunk. I thought that was just who he was, but I didn't realize I was turning him into a monster. As I walked into the room, Jace was trying to smoke. He lit his cigarette, took a puff, and looked up at me. "See what you've turned me into?" he said. I asked him where he'd been all day, but he couldn't respond. He stood up, came closer, and said, "I really want to taste you, to see how sweet you are."

He asked as he raised my chin to look up at him. "You are aware of this, is that why you're here. Where's my phone?" The man tried to move away, as he grasped my hand like I was a thief that he caught, but the drug Sir Adam had given him had more effect on him, and he swiveled me around to face him.

“I’m not after the boy or you, it’s just… “Oh really? And you want me to believe that?” “You didn’t invite me for the dress design did you? You only invited me so I can became your slave who you can easily have sex with any time you want and pay her off with some dollars? Well I’m rich now and my libido is dead” she bawled again. “I am rich too and trust me, you are not taking this boy away from me” “No! No! Yeah that’s it” “That’s what?” “I want us to start all over” he said and Heather chuckled.

Alexander chuckled darkly and thrust deeper, making me whimper. “You’re not leaving, baby.” He lowered his head and kissed my neck, then my jaw, then my lips. “Not after tonight. Not after you let two men destroy you and still begged for more. You’re going to be addicted.” He started moving a little faster, his thick cock sliding in and out of my cum-filled pussy with wet, filthy sounds. “I’m going to ruin you for anyone else,” he whispered against my mouth. “By the time these six months are over, you won’t even remember what your life looked like before me.”

But it wasn’t fair, that much I knew. “Fuck diabetes!” He said with a snort, dropping his nose into the crook of my neck and peppering that area with gentle kisses. Once again, my heart crashed against my chest. “If I were you,” drawing circles around my nipple, he flicked his tongue and sucked on it. “I would worry about creating an addict.” “Are you?” I asked, almost out of breath and on the brink of losing control of my senses. All over again. He made a pop sound before releasing my nipple and shifting so he could torture my other breast. “Fuck yes, baby. I’m addicted to you!”

He licked his lips slowly. "Good morning," he said. "You're insane." Her voice was hoarse. "Insane for you." He crawled up her body. Kissed her. Let her taste herself on his tongue. "I've been hard since I woke up two hours ago. Just thinking about you. About this." She could feel him. Hard. Pressing against her thigh. "Two hours?" "I tried to wait. Tried to let you sleep. Couldn't." His hand cupped her breast. Thumb brushed over her nipple. "I'm addicted to you. Can't get enough. Can't stop thinking about touching you. Tasting you. Being inside you."

“Because you slapped me.” Her eyes widened. “That is why?” “That is where it started,” Damian admitted, voice low enough only she could hear. “But now? Now I can’t get you out of my head. No one stands up to me. No one looks at me the way you do.” She glared, heat rising in her cheeks. “You’re obsessed.” “Correct.” Her breath caught. He wasn’t joking. His voice was sharp, raw, carrying a truth she didn’t want to acknowledge.

"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."

He stroked my hair and whispered, “Only my cum can heal your womb’s failure. Without it, you’re nothing.” “I know,” I whispered, nuzzling closer. “I’m addicted. I’m yours.” By the end of the week, I was a guilt-obsessed wreck. I no longer resisted. I begged desperately for his cum, orgasmed only with his command, and lived for the daily ritual.