Novel & Cerita Addicted To You Series

Douglas pulled my panties down and grabbed my bottom with both hands and squeezed my cheeks. “It’s so bouncy. You’re so plump and fair. I didn’t expect you to have such a good figure at such a young age.” I felt something pressing against me, and it broke through the last of my defenses. Even though I rationally knew that I should not be doing this, my addiction took over me. I needed something inside me. My body became limp. It was as if a fire had lit up within me. I was dizzy and could not think straight.

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.

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.

I kissed his neck, licked his jaw, and whispered one last time, “So fucking hot, Daddy. Never leave me empty again.” I stayed like that for a long time, connected to him, my body trembling with satisfaction and the dark hunger that only grew stronger. Three days of denial had turned me into this filthy, addicted, willing to do anything to keep his cock inside me while he was helpless. And I already knew I’d do it again tomorrow night. And the night after. Forever if I could.

“I’m going to keep you full of my cum every day. I’m going to fuck you in our families’ houses. I’m going to make you crave me until you can’t imagine life without your enemy inside you.” I came again, weaker this time but no less intense, my body completely surrendered to him. As we lay tangled together afterward, his cum leaking down my thighs and his strong arms holding me possessively against his chest, I realized the terrifying truth. I didn’t want to escape. I was addicted to my enemy. And this dark, forbidden marriage was only just beginning.

Eden said fire blazing in her eyes and wriggled in his hold to get free. Smirking, he pulled her even closer if possible. His voice got thicker than Eden had ever heard, "That's where you are wrong, sweetheart. I am an Addict and you are my Drug."

Gosh, the obvious sexual tension between us is making things awkward. He picks up this shirt and turns to leave. "Did you see the drugs I left in your room?" "Yeah." I nod. "Thanks." "I'll be in my room." "Okay." I watch awkwardly as he picks up his shirt and walks away. 'Okay what was that?' I murmur letting out the breath I didn't realise I was holding. Vote and comment, please. Kisses 😘 ~Queen Ebony.

you are hurt ', she said, creating a distance between them. 'Dr., I wanna fuck you bad.... even if it breaks all my stitches..I will still do it ', he said while removing her clothes. Slowly Sarah gave in to him, and he made slow, passionate love to her. He was addicted to her; she was his personal brand of the drug, that intoxicated him to his limits. He wondered if he would ever be able to leave her.

why? "I'm addicted to it already Maryam, I'm...do you think, I don't want to stop? I really want to, but I can't...I really can't...I'm addicted to it already. Once I stopped, I might turn into something else. I won't be me again. Just imagine what I did to you the other day. I couldn't even control my self! Once I don't take it on time, it brings out some unwillingly things in me".

Then he gave me everything. “If your body is a drug, your pussy is my dosage. And I am a chronic addict. I can’t quit you, Savannah. I don’t even fucking want to. You’re my fix, my high, my overdose. Every time I taste you, I want more. Every time I fuck you, it’s never enough. I could split you open a thousand times and still crave you the next second. You’ve turned me into a fucking addict, and the only cure is between your legs.” My breath fled. My thighs pressed together.