Addicted To You Series Novels & Stories

~ CASSANDRA ~ “You taste so good. So fucking sweet… so addictive.” His lips part as those dark, hungry eyes lock onto my teary, wrecked ones. “My Cassie. You’re mine to ruin. My mate. And I’m going to make you forget every fucking trace of your ex… even if it means fucking you until you say yes to our mate bond.” I bite my tongue against the words, but they slip out anyway. “Thank you…” He climbs up my trembling body, catching my wrists and pinning them above my head. With his other hand, he parts my thighs and settles fully between them. My eyes widen when I feel his hard, thick cock press against my skin.

“Fuck, Clara… you’re so tight, so fucking perfect.” Clara’s breath hitched, her lips parting in a desperate moan. “You’re going to make me come, Michael. Right here, right now.” Daniel growled low behind her, lips nipping the shell of her ear as he pumped two fingers deeper into her dripping pussy. “You like being claimed like this, don’t you? Filled by us, watched, used…” Clara whimpered, rocking her hips back hard against Daniel’s hand, then thrusting down on Michael’s cock. “Yes, fuck… I’m yours. Both of you.”

She handed it over and Nicholas took it, saving his number with 'Monster' boldly written as his name. He turned the screen to Isabella's face and sneered, "This is what you would use, right? Since your act has commenced for this night, I should leave you alone here and sleep alone like the unwanted husband that I am. Good night...and sleep well." He continued, "Since you kissed me today, I should give you a gift. You will get it when you wake up tomorrow."

Fucking as Drunken gets you revved up to a maximum level and it can cancel out your perception and maybe show you things that aren’t there, so it was very possible that all those images that were in my mind of Maya underneath me, in front of me, above me as he rode me like an a****n, were due to alcohol. But tasting Maya as sober, being able to feel her skin under my fingers, hearing her moans and her voice screaming my name as she squeezes my dick and comes over me like a fury, I think it was the closest experience to heaven. I was convinced that, after spending a whole weekend fantasizing about her, after I had her, I would stop obsessing. After I got that pebble off I could move on and lo

“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 hooked, baby. I'll keep feeding your addiction, so you'll never

“Getting addicted to you was never a choice. It was always inevitable. I couldn’t resist you if I tried, baby girl. You’re my kryptonite.” I dropped my purse and wrapped my arms around his waist tighter than I ever have. Because the escape his touch gave me anchors me at the same time. It was contradictory, hot and cold, ice and fire, chalk and cheese. Everything about my growing addiction to this gorgeous man was a big fucking ping-pong game. “What are you doing later?” “Nothing. Why?” I answered. “I have another shoot. Want to come with me?” I pulled back and looked at him. “After last time? Really?”

She teased and he chuckled. "You love me like that. Don't lie. You like the whole of me and I'm obsessed with the whole of you, addicted even." He said, quietly and she could feel the breeze around her too. Her heart skipped a bit at his phone confession. "I'm addicted to you, Bella Mia. Fuçkin addicted, and I hate the thought of being set free from this addiction. Cage me like a bird on your palm with your fingers, I don't mind. I would do anything for you. No matter what."

We left the place reeking of sex, our bodies spent but souls full. Even in crisis, our happy relationship shone. Packing boxes between orgasms, laughing through the stress, reaffirming love with every thrust and whisper. The extreme addiction wasn't destroying us, it elevated us. Whatever came next, cheap motel fucks, job hunts mixed with risky public quickies, rebuilding somewhere new, our bond would only grow filthier and stronger. Lying among half-packed boxes, cum leaking from every hole, I smiled. "This is us. Addicted forever." Marcus kissed me deeply. "And happier than ever."

Only by kissing them could one understand how wonderful they felt. One would become addicted and obsessed with them. However, why did he seem to be the only one addicted to it? Why was he still so easily influenced by her and could even go out of control?

Ella walking on the treadmill with her phone in her hand smiling at the message that popped into her phone,not looking forward, and someone mistakenly bumped on her making her phone to slipped from her hold and it scattered. What how dare you Ella yell angrly and grab the stranger clothes with her blue eye ball turning red. Let go of me, the stranger said breathing like someone who ran 800 meters race. Are you insane, look you broke my phone Ella surd angrly.