Addicted To You Novels & Stories

"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."

Damien roared and buried himself deep, flooding my womb with another massive load of thick, hot cum. We stayed like that for a long time, him buried inside me, his hand gently stroking my hair as I trembled in his arms. "You’re addicted now, aren’t you?" he whispered. I nodded weakly, tears of overwhelming pleasure and guilt in my eyes. "Yes… I’m addicted to you." Mason kissed me deeply, sealing my fate. "Good. Because I’m nowhere near done ruining you, little sister."

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.

“Then stop talking and get me one.” Theo laughed and waved the bartender over. “Whiskey, top shelf. And keep them coming. Our boy here is in a mood.” I took the first glass and downed half of it in one go. The burn felt good. “Long week,” I said simply. Marcus leaned in, grinning. “That new piece you were seeing? The blonde from corporate law? She still blowing up your phone?” I chuckled darkly. “She was fun for a night. They all are.”

I whispered, My voice hoarse. He smirked, still hard and hungry, stroking his cum slick cock against my cheek. I woke up gasping, my hand shoved between my thighs. My shorts were soaked my pussy still throbbing and dripping from the dream. The clock says 3:07 AM. The fan spun lazily above me while my fingers kept rubbing my swollen clit, chasing that filthy high. “Fuck… I’m sick,” I whispered into the dark. “Can’t believe I’m this addicted to dreaming about my own step brother’s cock… I need help.”

All scenes are fictitious! Some triggers include: addiction, drug abuse, suicide, depression, mentions of sexual assault, stalking, aggravated jealousy, infidelity, parental loss, blackmail, graphic sex and sexual harassment, psychotic displays, dub-con, forced coercion, kidnapping, revenge p**n, objectification, suicidal ideation, murder, bullying, family issues, domestic violence, self-harm, psychological/verbal abuse, sadism-masochism.

“When it comes to you, baby I'm addicted You're like a drug, no rehab can fix it I think you're perfect baby even with your flaws You ask what I like about you, ooh I love it all ... ” He gave me the bouquet of red roses he's holding, I accepted it with a wide and sweet smile. “When it comes to you, baby I'm addicted You're like a drug, no rehab can fix it I think you're perfect baby even with your flaws You ask what I like about you, ooh I love it all” He finished the song. He smiled at me widely, then began to speak.

“I love the way your lips part slightly when my thumb brushes over your clit, the way you start to pant for me, your eyes silently begging. Making you come is one of my favorite hobbies, baby." She bit down on her lip as my touch became rougher, more impatient. All the while, I continued to fuck her slowly, the whole world fading away. I didn't give a fuck anymore that there were hundreds of people listening to a seminar just below this balcony. All I could see was my wife. “I think I'm addicted to your pussy.” “I think I'm addicted to you," she whispered. I flicked her clit roughly, pushing her right to the edge. "I'll keep you

To the dark. “I’m addicted,” I said. Voice low. Barely above a whisper. “To cock. To being used. To the feeling of being stretched, filled, taken until I can’t think. I’ve tried everything—apps, clubs, strangers in parking lots, gangbangs in hotel rooms. Nothing works anymore. The high fades faster each time. I need more. I need to be broken.” Silence. I kept going.

And she refused to get close to him too, something that made him very mad. He hated the fact that she was keeping her distance. He made it compulsory for the three of them to have breakfast together every morning, as an excuse to see her every day at least but Jade refused to show up the last two times. “There's this insane feeling I get every time I take cocaine to an extreme limit. I got to understand that nothing in this world could ever give me that bliss and that is why I became so addicted to it.” He gulped down the alcohol until it burned down his throat.