Addicted To You Krista Ritchie Novels & Stories

“Every hole. Every time we want.” Rico groaned as I stroked him faster. “Boss’s daughter is our dirty little fuck toy now.” I came hard, screaming around Jax’s cock as my pussy clamped down on Marcus. My whole body shook, juices running down his balls. They didn’t stop. They kept using me, switching positions, passing me around like a toy. By the time the first load of cum shot down my throat from Jax, I already knew I was addicted. This was just the beginning. And I couldn’t wait for them to break every rule and ruin me completely.

“But I can’t stop. I won’t stop.” I kissed him deeply, knowing I was completely ruined. The next morning, Brooke came into my room while I was still sore and leaking. She looked at me strangely. “Riley… is something going on with you and Coach Harlan?” My heart stopped. I smiled innocently. “What? No, of course not.” But as she left, I knew the truth. I was addicted. And there was no going back. Be warned. This doesn’t just seduce you. It ruins you for anyone else.

Jeremy what are you trying to insinuate Ella ask angrly. Guys did you know what this bitch did to me, the day we meant.jere Tracy called out but he cut her off. This slut here was begging me to have sex with her the first day we meant Jeremy yelled with smirk plaster on his face, when he saw the look on Ella face, it looks like she will definitely die anytime from now. What!! They all yell

Her smile increased as she walked closer. She said that she slept well, and then she cleared her throat, as though she wanted to say something. She looked at me, as though she were waiting for permission to say it. I winked at her in a manner that suggested she should go on with what she wanted to say. She started by thanking me profusely, for everything that I'd done. She expressed her sincere gratitude for how we had saved her from Mason. According to her, she might not have been able to escape death yesterday, if it had not been for my timely intervention. She looked really grateful, and it warmed my heart to see that my efforts was not in vain. She went on to tell me how she had had a v

"Go get me booked for a private flight out of this pathetic country or else..." "Yes Sir, right away." And with that, Adam left. He was Damian Richards' assistant and working for him was a nightmare. Damian didn't enjoy his holiday in Saudi Arabia. The weather was hot and uncomfortable and the women weren't pleasing enough. They were too well-mannered. It bored him. He couldn't wait to get back to New York. He had tons of work on the table and this terrible holiday was a waste of his time. He strode to his wine cabinet and poured himself a shot of Tequila Ley. He looked around the room and saw the girl he had for the night still naked in bed. It was seven in the morning and Damian was an

Just like earlier whilst heading to this university, I couldn't even concentrate on the road whilst she was in the car. Fuck!, she is intoxicating, she has become our drug and we have taken the drug so deep that we don't even know when we became addicted to it, damn. As my shaft thrusts in and out of her, it would always throb with excitement showing how intense pleasure I was getting and I was a few seconds away every time from cumming. She is so sweet, too damn sweet. And where this is heading to if she ever says she doesn't want it again I swear we would lock her up in a hidden room and pleasure her for our whole life and no one else.

Nicholas interrupted, indirectly telling David to get straight to the point. David continued, this time hastening his explanation, "Miss Yates refused to tell you what was wrong with her even after you showed you were annoyed. And after it got to your knowledge, she still refused to accept the tab you got for her even though it's obvious it will make communication easier for her at the time. That can only mean she doesn't care about her discomfort as long as her actions pisses you off. I think she's expressing her unwillingness to marry you, by—"

She made me lose focus on the world and see only her. In only the short time we'd been together, she'd gotten under my skin like no one else, even Jo. I'd never fallen so fast or so hard. I didn't do drugs, never had. Nevertheless, I imagined that Charli was like cocaine. One casual hit at a party—that was all I was after in Del Mar. One hit, one week. Since returning to New York, I'd tried to deny my addiction. Each day we were apart was another day clean, another day sober. I was able to detox because she was out of my life.

“Just don’t say anything right now.” My hands shook as I tried to fix my appearance. My hair was completely dishevelled. My dress was wrinkled beyond repair. "That was a mistake," I said, trying to make my own brain believe it. "I’m drunk, emotional, and that was a huge mistake." "Was it?" Dante asked quietly. I looked at him. He was leaning back, watching me with an unreadable expression. "Yes," I said firmly. "Adrian just broke my heart tonight. And instead of dealing with it properly, I slept with his brother. That's messed up, Dante."

"Sure we're friends. I want to stay friends. Really good friends. Close friends. Special friends. Ever since that night you and the girls came over trashed and went skinny-dipping, I can't get those images of you out of my mind. I think about you all the time. I want you so bad I ache. I want to hold you, feel you, touch you, kiss you, taste you. I just can't stand it anymore." "Just this once, right?" She asked for the umpteenth time tonight. "You heard the deal." With that, I pressed play on the remote, and put the CD player in motion. Once committed, Krista seemed willing enough to make the best of a bad situation. She started awkwardly, and had a bit of difficulty trying to act sexy whil