Addison Rae Nsfw Novels & Stories

“You’ve been very clear. This doesn’t mean anything. It’s just sex. Just a relapse. Just—” “Stop.” “—just the same addiction we never kicked.” He took another step. Close enough now that she could smell his skin, could feel the heat coming off him. “You can keep saying it doesn’t mean anything, Maya. But you came looking for me four nights in a row. You slept in my bed. You let me leave marks you have to hide. You said you missed me while I was buried inside you. So don’t stand there and tell me I’m the only one who’s terrified.”

I squeezed my thighs together, a small moan escaping me. His nose flared at my sound and he groaned. "Ahh fuck Addie!" White fluid seeps out of his cock and he continues to wash himself like nothing happened. Wiping both his hands down his face in the shower, his exposed body is all I can see from the partially fogged glass. His rippling abdomen, toned chest and arms littered with tats glistening with droplets of water clinging to his form. I see his thick, flaccid dick hanging from between his legs, water dripping from the tip.

His hands were everywhere, sliding under my shirt, tracing the muscles of my stomach, making me arch into his touch. I yanked at his shirt buttons, clumsy with need. He pulled back just enough to strip it off completely, and I drank in the sight of him. Damien Cross, always so controlled at work, was looking at me with raw hunger in his eyes. "You have no idea how many times I've thought about this," he said roughly, his fingers working at my belt. "How many nights I touched myself thinking about you." "Show me." I lifted my hips so he could pull my jeans down. "Show me what you wanted to do."

His mouth deftly tonic my clit as his tongue probed every nook and cranny. My body writhed under his caresses, a sensation of pleasure I had never known before travelling over my being. I collapsed back onto the bed, sweating and trembling from the sensation, while Adrien crawled up my body, capturing my lips in a kiss hungryly. I could taste myself on his tongue, the flavor adding to the already overwhelming sensations, sending sparks of pleasure straight to my core. He pulled back, quickly removing his own clothes, revealing his physique that left my sex throbbing more with need. His length was perfect, large, thick and long, making me nervous, but I trust him. Well that's crazy, but I tru

“But this time it’s not fear but anticipation. Your body has been craving my return all day, hasn’t it?” “Yes,” I admitted, the word slipping out of my mouth like a confession. Shame and desire mixed together, making my cheeks flush hot. Rafe stepped behind me, his bare chest pressing against my back, the hard ridge of his erection nudging my lower spine through his trousers. Strong arms wrapped around me, one hand splaying possessively over my belly while the other cupped my breast, kneading the soft flesh before rolling the peaked nipple between his fingers. I gasped, arching into his touch as sparks shot straight to my core.

The ones who haven’t are careful in a way that is itself a form of deference. Helena Voss finds me before the first course. She always does. Helena is forty-one and runs a media group that reaches eleven million subscribers and has been looking at me with a specific quality of assessment for approximately three years. She is beautiful in the way that things are beautiful when they have been precisely and expensively maintained. She is divorced and will go on her knees and beg to suck my cock in a heartbeat if I so much as ask about her day. “Adrian.” She says my name the way certain women say it — with the slight extra weight of someone trying to make a word mean more than it is.

he said, his voice rough. He pulled her wet shirt up and over her head, tossing it aside. Her bra was next. He unhooked it with one hand and threw it away. Her breasts spilled free, nipples tight and sensitive. Jake lowered his head and took one nipple into his mouth. He sucked hard, his tongue flicking over the hard peak. Mira gasped and arched her back. The sensation shot straight down to her pussy. She felt herself getting wetter, her panties already soaked from more than just the rain.

But when he started responding my confidence grew and I had sucked harder until he came. I kiss his lips. A sloppy wet kiss. He lowers the showerhead and brings it to my pussy. The stream of water hits my sex. I gasp and try to look at it but he doesn’t let me turn. His lips have locked mine. His hands cup my breasts and start playing with my nipples again. He pinches my nipple hard and I let out a shocked moan. “You have been a very naughty girl, haven’t you Raya?” he whispers. “Yes. Yes, Mr. Barlow. I have been very naughty”

I didn't want to accept his touch, but Arden squeezed my hand. "Nice to meet you, Raine," I forced a smile, but as soon as she was out of sight, I muttered under my breath, "Bitch." Well, it's true, she was wearing such a skimpy dress! I didn't realize that's Aiden's type now! I shook my head at Arden. "Babe, I need to use the restroom." Arden nodded. Before I could make my way to the restroom, I had to pass by the entertainment room where Aiden and his girlfriend were. Annoying!

“That’s something that should change when you’re King. Forced unions are a thing of the past. Everyone should have a right to choose.” “Yeah... enough talking,” Rex hooks his arm around my waist and pulls me closer. “It’s time for the third option on the list. To be eaten.” My core aches when he grabs my breast and begins to knead it, roughly. An erotic sigh leaves my lips and I arch my back, pushing myself into him. “Ah, Rex,” I cry out when he leans down and takes my nipple into his mouth. I find myself lying on my back and Rex dips his hand into the basket, only for it to come out with a spray bottle of whipped cream.