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Crave, an absolute craving to please him made me moan with his dick in my mouth, and Adrian's hand wound around my hair to bring me closer to him. "More." He groaned breathlessly and I obeyed, speeding up my movements and putting both of my hands around the base. Wetness pooled between my legs, and the throbbing was screaming to be touched. A soft whimper escaped me when Adrian moaned again, even the closing of my legs didn't help the pressure building there. More precum leaked in my mouth and I greedily licked it up, giving his entire dick the same treatment. "More, dove. I want more." Adrian demanded, the words getting softer when I sucked harder.

He yanked my skirt up and ripped my soaked panties down my legs, tossing them aside. His fingers spread my pussy lips wide, exposing my dripping hole to the cool air. “Look at you,” he said, voice thick with lust. “Still full of my cum from earlier and already aching for more. You’re addicted to my cock, aren’t you?” “Yes,” I gasped, spreading my legs wider for him. “I crave it constantly. Even with the rumors closing in, it only makes me wetter knowing we’re risking it all.” My clit throbbed visibly under his stare as he freed his cock, stroking it slowly. It looked even bigger tonight, veins pulsing, the head shiny with precum.

I barked again and this time he fell over to the floor. “Not fair, you should be scared of me." “Do it again, I promise I'll be scared." I squinted my eyes and side eyed him. “Please baby, please." “No." “Please." “Nope." “I'll get you more goodies." “Are you trying to bribe me." “No, I'm trying to bribe our baby so the cravings kick in. Hot chocolate, strawberry flavoured anything, vanilla flavoured sweet, imagine the taste Cristela. "

One afternoon, Freya leaned against the couch with a thoughtful look on her face. “Kenneth,” she said slowly. “I want french fries.” Kenneth looked up from his tablet. He had been working on his emails that afternoon. “Wife, french fries are not good for you,” he scolded calmly. “Just a little,” Freya pouted. “I’m craving it.” Inner Devil: ‘This is it! Let the demanding cravings begin!’ Inner Devil 2 rubbed her hands excitedly. ‘Let’s see if Mr. Perfect Husband can handle this one.’

Then a short flat laugh broke from my mouth, my head tilting back like he just said the funniest shit. “Of course not. I’m heading to the club.” His fingers flexed once, then he let go and I walked out, cane tapping against the floor. He knew. I knew they all fucking knew but it didn’t matter. Not when the itch was back. Not when I craved her more than they did. The drive through the city was a blur of lights and rain-slicked streets. I gripped the wheel, knuckles white, mind already on her. I parked the SUV away from her street then walked to the shitty apartment building in the rundown part of town, where the streets smelled like garbage and piss. It wasn’t fit for her, but she held on to

(THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS EXPLICIT CONTENT, IT'S NOT ADVISABLE FOR READERS UNDER THE AGE OF 18, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK) Craving 3 (Desires) Seeing a devious smirk on her face, I walked away, even though I knew there was no getting out of this one. When it comes to the mistress, I like her talking since she discloses too much and keeps me prepared for what is to come, but when she remains silent, I can't foresee her.

Tyler POV That howl wasn’t one of ours, and it’s got my blood running cold. I’m on my bike, the engine’s growl a poor match for the sound still echoing in my head—low, haunting, and wrong. It’s not a pack call, not a hunter’s trick. It’s something older, something that doesn’t belong in Westbridge, and it’s calling for her. Vivian Harper. My mate. The realization hits harder than it should, a pull in my chest I can’t ignore, even as I gun the throttle and tear down the empty streets toward her scent.

The absurdity of the situation struck me, the image of a heavily pregnant woman leaping across rooms a comical yet tempting notion in my frustration. With a deep breath, I gathered my resolve, the craving for the tantalizing meal overpowering any sense of decorum or restraint. The need to satisfy my hunger drove me forward, a single-minded focus guiding my next steps. It was time to take matters into my own hands, to embark on a quest for the Mediterranean Delight that beckoned to me from the TV screen. "Sara! Maids!" I bellowed in frustration, the urgency in my voice palpable. Time was of the essence; I needed to taste that meal today, and there was no room for delay. The craving had transf

He purrs over the phone. “I… I miss your hands and lips on my body.” I state breathlessly. ‘Sex deprived.’ The voice in my head laughs at me. “Me too, cara mia. I miss the taste of your honey on the tip of my tongue as you come in my mouth. The feel of your pussy tightening around my cock, milking me as you come screaming my name. Gods, I have been craving you like a lethal drug for weeks. You are intoxicating. A thrill for my mind, my body, and ego.” He confesses as he lets out a low deep primitive growl.

I sipped coffee, hot, bitter, crunching toast, packed bag, water bottle, granola bar, José on my mind, his laughter, his worry, Friday's phone call, sixty minutes, comfort, my craving, undeniable, Victor's office, his dick, my cries, my guilt, surging, my desire, ablaze, wrong I strolled, apartment dark, windows glowing, city waking, my leggings constricting, tank soothing, my body restless, the pain entrenched, José's voice, deep, steady, my moan, incessant, my craving wild, Victor, José, my truth, changing. I glanced at my phone, no messages, my fingers scorched, no message to José, not yet, my heart soaring, the hike, 9:00 a.m., quad, my heartbeat slamming, my fire, my truth, alive.