Addicted To You Series Novels & Stories

In my mind, I'd fantasize about some lecherous man charging at me, shoving me to the ground, and roughly forcing my legs apart. Then came the weekend. My roommates invited me to a bar. I'd heard there were plenty of good-looking guys there. It was like waving a red flag at my hungry inner demon. Soon we arrived at the bar. A few drinks went down smoothly. And I couldn't resist the urge to expose myself again, right there in the crowd. That craving was more addictive than poison. It felt like ants crawling under my skin. I couldn't sit still. But my roommates were right next to me. There was no way I could do that kind of thing in front of them.

“Every hole. Every time we want.” Rico groaned as I stroked him faster. “Boss’s daughter is our dirty little fuck toy now.” I came hard, screaming around Jax’s cock as my pussy clamped down on Marcus. My whole body shook, juices running down his balls. They didn’t stop. They kept using me, switching positions, passing me around like a toy. By the time the first load of cum shot down my throat from Jax, I already knew I was addicted. This was just the beginning. And I couldn’t wait for them to break every rule and ruin me completely.

” I stood there, and looked at him like he was crazy. “W-What are you gonna do to him?” I asked. “Don’t worry about it,” he smirked,”You’ll see later.” I just looked at him then walked over to the fire. Dexter then delivered a punch to Chance’s stomach. He groaned, and Dexter smirked. Aj came back into the room with the blowtorch. He handed the blowtorch to Ken, and he lit it. “You know Chance,” Ken began,”I like you as friend but, I’m really going to enjoy this.”

Everything around me seems to be in a blur and this bubble,I don’t care about everyone staring. The bus is almost full with other girls already sitting and waiting impatiently for us,albeit with something I have never seen directed to me;jealousy.I feel my heart flutter a little bit.I never understood what was the big deal with popular girls.They were always mean and attention seeking and I always tried to steer clear from their path.However,now I understand how one could be addicted to this feeling right here.

"Thanks but..." "Don't tell me you don't drink, that's not right Cassie." Adam said with a smile as always. "I do." Cassie agreed immediately and right now she regrets her decision. She wished she hasn't, at least she'll still have her dignity intant. Cassie drank the whole juice with a smile though the drink was burning her throat but because she was determined to impress Adam she forced herself to drink it, unfortunately after that she fell into a deep sleep. Cassie woke up in her room, the next day, forgotten about all what happened that night. The only thing she remember was enjoying her night with Adam.

I want her to take charge and show me how badly she craves me. “I am addicted to you, Draven,” she whispers, her voice husky with desire. Her hands trace the hard planes of my chest, her nails scraping lightly over my skin. “I am addicted to your body, your cock, your heart, everything. I am addicted to the way you lose control whenever you are deep inside me.” “Then show me how addicted you have become,” I grip her thighs, my fingers digging into the soft flesh. She smiles, biting down on her lower lip and the sight is driving me crazy.

It fueled the fire within me to break him, to dismantle his resistance piece by agonizing piece, and then to remold him into the perfect image of my desire: a submissive possession, utterly devoted and compliant. I swear, I felt like I'd stumbled upon some potent, addictive drug. Tristan was that drug, an intoxicating addiction that sunk its claws into me the moment I first tasted him. I already bedded countless men and women, each encounter a fleeting amusement, a temporary distraction. None of them had even come close to igniting the fire that Tristan had unleashed within me.

He sits up and pulls off my top, leaving my breasts bare. My nipples are hard, standing tight, begging for him. “Damn!” Adam exclaims before taking my breasts into his mouth. Heat engulfs me as he sucks and nibbles, his hand fumbling with my other breast. The sensation is heaven, and my pussy throbs harder, wetness soaking the sofa beneath me. Adam kisses his way up, from my breasts to my ears. “Baby,” he whispers, “I know you’re drunk. But I’m gonna give you something else to get drunk on. I’m gonna give you a new kind of addiction.”

Why I kept my distance in the first place! She's always been like this for me. Like some drug. Some obsessive, intoxicating drug that once you have a taste, you keep going back for more. Never getting enough. Never getting satisfied. You just keep wanting more. More and more every single day until you're an addict! You become an addict. Then you can do nothing else but focus on that drug. That was what was happening to me right now. I was heading into that dark hole. But this time... It's a woman named Serena. The God damned bane of my existence.

The type that left you addicted, aching, pulsating for more and to add to it, a tall alpha king who she was so attracted to it was unreal and Audrey was addicted. Such addiction came with an unreasonable urge to have Darius buried into her uterus again, despite how sensitive and sore she was. Despite how many times Darius had released each time going again proved there was still a lot more he could dispense and a lot she could take. So why not test it? Maybe after my thighs start working again "Fuck" he cursed, vexation clear on his face. "I'm so sorry baby. I lost control with you, it'll never happen-"