Addicted To You Series Novels & Stories

"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.

No thrill in this world could be compared to the thrill of watching sheets slipping off her soft feminine curves. Adrenaline jumps through his veins when they glide down her delicate bosoms, exposing those twins to his eyes. His claim on them was more than visible. What a joy it is to see his bite marks all over her easily impressionable skin. They testified to their intense, hot love-making last night. Asher had indulged his carnal desires many times in the past but never he got addicted to fucking someone. However, after fucking Serena raw, he felt himself getting obsessed with it. He just couldn't stop thinking about taking her again since last night. She had turned into some sort of addi

I felt terrible about what she had to go through growing up, all I wanted to do was protect her and I felt as if I had already failed, because she grew up with this monster. So, I tried another attempt to stay away from her, but then here I was offering to take her to work and helping her get another job. After that first kiss, I knew I couldn't stop. I wanted to stay away, but I couldn't and every day I was with her I wanted to know more about her. I wanted to know all of her favourites, all of her hates. Every time I see the colour orange, which is her favourite colour, all I could do is think about her. How annoying, right? To think of a person every time you see this particular colour. I

When I got home, Aiden was sitting on the couch, a book in his hands. "Isabella... why are you back so early? Did something happen?" he asked, clearly surprised. I ignored him and walked straight to my room. Today had officially become the worst day of my life. Even worse than the day I lost my job at the club. Everything had gone downhill from the moment I danced for Draco. My life had twisted in a direction I never asked for. I knew how dangerous he was. I knew the kind of man he was. So why did my body react to him the way it did? Why did I shiver under his gaze? Why did I crave his touch when I knew it would only lead to chaos?

I screamed, My nails digging bloody lines into his back, My pussy gushing around his cock. “Harder…fuck me harder, you madarchod!” I cried, My legs locked around him. “Destroy my pussy! Ruin me for anyone else!” “Yeah? You love it, don't you?” He pounded deeper, grinding against my cervix with every brutal stroke. “Filthy little randi. Say it louder.” “I’m your filthy randi…ahhh fuck, don’t you dare stop! I’m addicted to your cock! I need it deeper, please fuck your stepsister’s cunt harder!”

I sat there on the bed, cum still leaking out of me, watching the man I was supposed to marry walk out. Marcus locked the door behind him and turned to me, eyes dark with triumph. “Get on your knees, sis. Time to clean my cock again. While your ex drives away thinking about how I just bred his fiancée.” I hated him. But as I dropped to my knees and took him into my mouth, tasting myself and him together, I knew the truth. I was already addicted. As I sucked Marcus clean on my knees, my phone lit up with a new message from Alex.

You are my addiction is the story of people who are obsessed and addicted to their partners. ____________THE END____________ Author's Note: Thanks to everyone who supported me. I hope you loved the story. English is not my first language, so please forgive me if there are any verbal mistakes in the story with that and enjoyed the story. If I will update a new story, I will drop it in the comment box, till then take care all Guys love you all...!!

I was surprised because Frank Kingston now talked to me. Maybe I wasn't fat and ugly anymore. I was happy that at least my crush was talking to me. At least he saw me as a human being. My other mates now said hi to me sometimes though. I think it was because Frank was now talking to me. I think he controlled what happened in school without even knowing or maybe he knew. If he didn't talk to you, you won't be regarded as anything. Now people talked to me. Not as if they were friends with me,they just said hi's and that was it. It was an improvement compared to how I was treated before. I told my mum about how my mates don't call me fat and ugly anymore. How Frank Kingston seemed to talk to me

i hear the door barricaded and his footsteps growing near me and i close my eyes in fear, ready to be raped by this god again. i hear his shorts drop between his tanned, hair-speckled legs, he slaps his monster cock in his hand, the thick clap it emanates makes me feel it inside me already. i am ready. when you are first violated, you will want nothing more than to leave… to cry and scream… but after; you become addicted. addicted to the state of pain your aggressor inflicts upon you. addicted to the warmth of the cock ravaging your guts. addicted to the feeling of your cum-flooded insides. i will never be the man i once was; and i dont want to be ever again…