Addicted Web Series Novels & Stories

He pushed two fingers into me without warning, curling them perfectly while he bit down on my other thigh. The stretch mixed with the bite made me cry out, hips bucking. Rowan laughed softly and bit my jaw. “Tell us exactly how addicted you are, Noah. Loud. We want to hear you admit it while we’re wrecking you.” I was trembling, sweat sliding down my chest from the fire and their bodies. Fresh dark marks were blooming all over me — purple on my neck, red on my chest, clear handprints on my hips and thighs. “I’m addicted,” I moaned out, no shame left in me.

“Just some yard work stuff. No big deal.” Alex grabbed his charger and left again, waving. The second the door closed Diego had me bent over the kitchen table, cock out and sliding back into my sloppy hole in one thrust. “Round three,” he growled, fucking me hard and fast. “You’re addicted now, aren’t you? Can’t get enough of this forbidden dick.” “Yes,” I moaned, pushing back. “Don’t stop. Ever.”

“Or at least channeling it productively. And hey, he’s hot as hell, from what I hear. Might be right up your alley.” I laughed it off then, but the card burned a hole in my pocket. My addiction was spiraling— I’d called in sick to work twice last month just to spend the day edging myself with p**n. My body craved touch constantly; even the fabric of my clothes against my skin could set me off. I needed help, or at least a new outlet.

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-"

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

“We’re keeping you all weekend. No work. Just this. We’re going to fuck every hole until you can’t walk straight.” Messy smiled weakly, body buzzing, sore in the most delicious way. She pressed her face against Kane’s chest and whispered, “Yes, Daddies… please.” She was already addicted. And they had only just started.

“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.

If it was alcohol-induced sweating before, it was now exercise-induced sweating on the mattress. “I need to pee,” Arini said honestly. Her face was bright red, her breathing was going up and down violently. “Oh.” Richard grinned slightly. “I wonder what.” Richards was released briefly. Which made Arini a little flabbergasted. “Sir?” “Patience, darling. You're addicted, aren't you?” Arini wanted to nod but was confused, did the thing that made hers full make her addicted? It didn't feel like it, she felt liberated but there was a lingering feeling but what was it?

"And I'm going to fuck you until you forget your own name." Yes. God, yes. The addiction was real, and I was diving in headfirst. “Please."

“I’m sorry Daddy… I couldn’t stop craving them… my body needs it now… I’m addicted…” Liam fucked me in every position, reclaiming every hole that had been used earlier that day. When he finally came deep inside me he held me tight, both of us shaking. Afterwards, as we lay tangled together covered in sweat and cum, the real conversation happened. Tears flowed as we faced the truth. My transformation was complete. The Gangbang Princess was no longer a fantasy. She was me. And this addiction wasn’t going away. Liam held me close, his voice rough with emotion.