Addicted To You Series Novels & Stories

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.

“That’s right. Beg for it. You’re broken for this cock now, aren’t you? My spoiled little princess riding Bodyguard Daddy in hotel rooms, private jets, backstage at your events. No escape.” “Broken and addicted,” I gasped, meeting every brutal thrust. “I love it when you get possessive. Fuck me in the jet tomorrow? High above the clouds where the pilots might hear me moaning? Or the elevator quick and risky with people right outside the doors. Just promise you’ll always pump me full. Knock me up so I’m tied to you forever.”

The sheets got stained with my semen. I rolled beside her, pulling her closer to me. “I don't know what I am going to do now.” Luna looked up, “What do you mean?” I smiled, “I'm addicted to you, baby. I don't think I can have enough of you ever.” Luna giggled, and cupping my face she kissed me gently. My heart hammered inside my chest, and it only got whenever I hit the gym. Her one kiss simply made the organ beat. “You are a tempting man yourself, Mr. Aaron.”

They paid double when we kissed and swapped their cum between our mouths. Back home, the addiction consumed us completely. We loved it. The soreness between our legs after a long night, the sticky feeling of dried cum on our skin, the way our pussies throbbed with memories of being stretched and used. “We’re addicted, baby,” Mom moaned one night as she ground her clit against mine after a particularly brutal session with four clients. “And I fucking love it. Your dad’s death left me empty. You filled me with this… this fire.”

I pulled off Tyler’s cock with a wet pop, strings of spit connecting my lips to his glistening head, and looked up at all six men with pure addiction in my eyes. “Because last night broke me in the best way possible,” I confessed breathlessly. “One cock isn’t enough anymore. I need to be surrounded, stretched, filled, and covered. I need to be passed around and used like a cheap cumdump while my boyfriend watches. I’m addicted… and I don’t ever want to be cured.” The room filled with low, hungry groans. Tyler grabbed my head and pushed back into my throat.

Sputtering all of his seeds inside of her. He fell down beside her on the bed, his chest heaving heavily. "If we go on this way, I might just become addicted." Abigail murmured laying her head on his chest. "I don't mind.. cause I'm already addicted. I'm addicted your moans, the curve of your body, the way you moan out my name.. I'm addicted to everything." He whispered huskily biting down on her ear lobe. Biting her ear lobe was one of the things he was becoming really addicted to.

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.

She traces a finger through the mess between your thighs and brings it to her mouth, sucking it clean while staring at you. “Tomorrow night,” she whispers, voice hoarse, “I’m tying you to this bed and eating you until you cry.” You grin, bite her neck, and whisper back: “Tomorrow night starts in five minutes.” Because the sin isn’t over, Serah. It’s only just begun. And every morning from now on, when you wake up tangled in her arms, sticky and sore and owned… you’ll know you finally crossed every line. Just you and I… and the best friend you just turned into your favorite addiction forever.

“Get Daddy nice and wet. I’m going to breed you soon.” I took him into my mouth eagerly, sucking and licking while saliva dripped down my chin. Aiden casually checked his phone with one hand while slowly fucking my throat with shallow thrusts. Every few minutes he would push my head down until my nose pressed against his pelvis and hold me there, cutting off my air until my eyes watered. I gagged and drooled, but I didn’t fight it. I was starting to crave the roughness. This is addiction, I realized as tears slipped down my cheeks. Real addiction. I barely remember what my apartment looks like. My camera is collecting dust in the corner. All I think about is being full of him.

I went downstairs, sat alone in the living room, the house was unusually quiet, I lazily dragged the remote to myself, and as usual I turned on my favorite TV series but instead it added to my depression, no matter how many times I watched the show, it always ends up with the same ending, the boy was left alone at the end, he lost every fucking person that he loved, he couldn't boast of one person that genuinely love him not even his family, I was blankly staring at the TV when the remote was taken away from me, and that's when I jolted back to reality, I look up and saw that Eden is here already, “Don't tell me you're watching this fucked up show again” He muttered and sat beside me “Come o