Addicted To You นิยาย & เรื่องราว

You make me believe that I can be loved and accepted by who I am, with all my imperfections. I smiled softly, touching your face with affection.

My other hand was frozen with my middle finger resting on her opening and my palm laid down on the underside of her bruised ass. As I continued to pleasure her with my mouth and fingers, I knew that I was addicted to her. Addicted to the way her moans filled the room, addicted to the way her body arched and writhed underneath mine. But I wasn't just addicted to the physical pleasure, I was addicted to her. I was addicted to the way she saw me, the way she needed me, the way she loved me. And I knew that I never wanted to let go of that addiction.

There were different cliques all paired up in school. Among the boys,we had the most popular Frank Kingston of course,the popular, wealthy, spoilt kid that everyone wanted to be friends with. I still remembered how he humiliated me in fifth grade and said I would end up being poor just like my mother, pompous, spoilt bastard.I became angry anytime I remembered what he did to me in fifth grade. I was angry for many reasons. I was angry because he insulted me and I was angry at myself because I had a huge crush on him. Well, who wouldn't. I was fat and ugly but I had feelings too and I wasn't blind not to notice that Frank Kingston was a tall handsome human with blonde, short hair and brown ey

We'll make sure your last night of freedom is unforgettable. I'd become addicted. Addicted to the way they made me feel—powerful and powerless at the same time. Addicted to being used, to being filled, to the way they treated me like a goddess and a whore in the same breath. Addicted to orgasms that actually shattered me instead of Derek's pathetic three-minute sessions that left me reaching for my vibrator the second he fell asleep.

“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.

I hated especially the anticipation his text made me feel. No. It had to stop. I had no idea how addictive the oil was, or how hard it would be to wash it off and get clean. I’d heard some creepy stories back in prison, about how regular opioids caused physical addiction in only five days, and in only two weeks people just couldn’t function without it in their system, not to mention how excruciating the cleansing could be. But I had no choice. I needed to put an end to it, or I would never have the guts to face up to Big Ellie and get rid of him for good. That was the only way to start making my life something other than a relentless burden of pressure and lies.

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.

She keeps doing these things to me and acts like it’s nothing, she keeps making me want to be the perfect man for her instead of the man that I usually am. “I want to be good enough for you and just you alone,” I said as I kissed her, “I’ve tried everything to let you out of my mind, I’ve tried but no matter what I did, I couldn’t get you out of my mind, Lilly.” “You have no idea what you’re doing to me,” I confessed, “I’m addicted to you, Lily. Fucking addicted.”

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.