Addicted To You Krista Ritchie Novels & Stories

Rachel shouted at me. "What happened to Brandon? Doesn't he satisfy your... urges?" I asked. "He won't fuck me! Thanks to you!" Rachel yelled again. "Then leave him, since you never loved him anyway," I shrugged. "I won't leave him and I can't stop fucking his half-brother! Brandon knows I'm addicted to sex! I can't do without it, not even a single day! And turn that thing off, it is turning me on!" Rachel shouted. "You're crazy, you know that?" I said as I stepped away from the door and entered the room, turning off the television.

I want her to take charge and show me how badly she craves me. “I am addicted to you, Draven,” she whispers, her voice husky with desire. Her hands trace the hard planes of my chest, her nails scraping lightly over my skin. “I am addicted to your body, your cock, your heart, everything. I am addicted to the way you lose control whenever you are deep inside me.” “Then show me how addicted you have become,” I grip her thighs, my fingers digging into the soft flesh. She smiles, biting down on her lower lip and the sight is driving me crazy.

That's why I got impatient. Anyhow, wiping my tears off, I lie closer to him, leaning against his back. I'm so damn spoiled that I can't even sleep without his existence closer to me. Andrea was right when she said I'm addicted to Christian by every means. How am I gonna come out of this addiction? I guess never. I close my eyes, digging my face against his back Thea

I whispered seductively, kissing Leigh intensely, hungrily, as I effortlessly carried her to the bed. As I brought my wife to the seventh heaven, I smiled, not telling her my deepest secret yet, that just like her, I was addicted to her, too. Kayleigh David is my Pandora’s box, someone I can’t resist, a gift from heaven, and despite having personal issues at some times, I believe it is what will make our life one exciting roller coaster ride.

“I trust you so I will leave that part for you. After all, you are my husband so I should relax whilst you do all the work.” “Thanks for trusting me, and I promise to not let you down. I love you so much, my wonder woman,” he pulled her into his arms and said but Maeve could still not get over the surprise she had the opportunity to peek into right now. “I love you too, my addiction.”

This girl has been a source of joy in my life; she is all I want in a woman; beautiful, submissive, and knowing how to give me the exact sexual desires I crave. Having her around is like an addictive drug I can't bear to lose. I will soon quit my job at the institution so that I will not put her academic life in danger. I am willing to go to any extent to have her close to me. I am never letting her go; she belongs to only me, and mine she will remain. I grinned triumphantly, putting more pressure on the gas as I speeded off to the outskirts of the city of Atlanta. All I could think of is how I will handle her in bed again the next time we meet, which I know is just a few hours for now, beca

he was talking, but he was shut by a resounding slap from me. “Ho__” I slapped him again before he could talk. “You cheated, but you didn't feel remorseful, you this stupid sex addict, what? You call me shameless? You fuvked my maid on my bed! And you sleep with all of your secretaries!” I roared, attracting attention and I didn't care what others said about me at the moment.

Everything inside her twisted into a mess of wild lust and vibrating anxiety. She had no idea what she was doing with him, she didn't give it serious thoughts before she said yes. All she knew was that she couldn’t stop, even if she wanted to. Brett was like an addictive drug. Once you've had a taste of him, there is really no turning back. She was hooked and it didn't seem like she wanted to be released either.

Made him go crazy. Her beautiful face and those black eyes with a hint of peach blossom were cold and sharp but also hid a lot of secrets behind those big cat like eyes. She was always alert and always hot as hell. "Fuck it. I need her and I will soon make you mine dear wifey. I will make you mine and crush you under me every night. Make you beg for mercy but never give it to You."

“I wanted to protect myself. To keep the truth hidden. But maybe I just destroyed something real before it could even start.” She leaned back against the couch, covering her face with her hands. “Damian must hate me now. God, he must think I used him…” Her heart twisted painfully. Despite everything, she craved him. She wanted to hear his voice, to explain, to beg for understanding. Instead, she poured another drink. The room blurred around her as exhaustion weighed heavy. Her phone slipped from her fingers, landing on the couch cushion. In her haze, her thumb brushed against the screen, unknowingly dialing a familiar number.