Craving The Wrong Man Novels & Stories

She took a whiff of a man’s scent and a wild carnal desire formed within her. She began to trace her fingers on the man’s bare chest, rubbing and caressing it with delight and lust. “Feels good.” Due to the effect of the drug, Cherry’s voice had deepened. It was a major contrast to her usual sweet-sounding voice. The man narrowed his eyes dangerously and fury could be seen within the coldness in his gaze. Despite the darkness in the room, it was as if that glare of his could turn someone into a pile of ash in a matter of seconds.

Here is the man that shook my life and made me fall in love with him. I laugh at the fact that not even once did I see myself dating a younger person. Let alone one that is...Blake. He reeks of trouble and an addiction that never leads to good. Even after so many years I can still feel that craving to let him consume me. It's so hard knowing I could just reach out my hand and come into contact with what will fulfil my never-ending craving. Why am I even- "Why are you looking at me? I mean I don't mind."

Fourteen or less tequila shots and Selvin felt his world turning around. He took a tight grip on the leather sofa as the other people's eyes gathered to watch him stand on his feet. They were grinning at him. Some were tipsy, some were like him, wasted. "Eyoo! Your man's drunk, Kevin! " A man's voice exclaimed. "Would you call his lover, or does he have one?" "Let him, he's getting through a bad rocky road now, you know what I mean? It's a problem. " There's a slight pause before the voice goes on. "He needs to unwind from the things that ruin his life!"

"You're feeling better, I see," "Not exactly," he said, switching to a very disturbing flirty innocent smile. "I woke up and suddenly had this strong craving for apples, but no matter how many apples I ate, I couldn't help but feel like it wasn't the apple I craved for. Then I remembered, there's only one apple scent that drives me crazy, the only female who is a living version of Eve's apple. So, here I am, to get a taste of that apple to confirm if it's the same."

His grip wasn’t tight, but firm enough to make my breath hitch, holding me steady as his lips brushed my ear. “Craving…” His voice dropped lower, “Craving to take every drop of my seed inside you like a good little slut” I couldn’t respond. My lips parted, yet no words fell. Yes…oh fuck, I was so turned on. Turned on by the thought that they could look up at any moment and see us. The thrill, the danger, it was maddening. I knew it was wrong. To feel this, to want this… but I couldn’t help it.

She bites down hard into her bread, her hands trembling as she grips the coffee cup with unsteady fingers. The pleasure overwhelms her, and she finds herself craving more. She shifts her chair deeper into the table, using the edge of it to conceal Adrian’s leg, which continues to tease her wickedly underneath. Adrian looks completely satisfied, smirking to himself, reveling in the sight of her growing flushed and aroused right beside her unsuspecting husband. The image of her trying so desperately to remain composed turns him on even more. He clenches tightly against his cock under the table, struggling to maintain his own composure.

Every moan, every shudder only makes me crave her more, like she’s a drug I’ll never shake, a hunger that grows sharper with every taste. Her pleasure peaks, a shuddering moan escaping her as her body clenches around me, dragging me over the edge with her. The intensity should leave me sated, but it doesn’t. My hand tightens on her hip, my fingers digging into her skin as a gnawing hunger twists in my gut. Something’s wrong, seriously wrong. Why am I still burning for her, still craving her like I haven’t just had her? She’s barely conscious, her body limp against the sheets, her breaths shallow and uneven, yet the need to keep going claws at me, relentless.

“He wants to be bred.” I let out a broken, high-pitched moan. My cock jerked again—untouched—sending another spill of cum out, weaker but just as humiliating. My muscles burned, legs trembled, throat raw from screaming. My hole was stretched to destruction, stuffed full by both demons, slick with sweat, spit, and cum. And still… I craved it. I whispered, “Don’t stop…” Lust laughed, cold and cruel. “Did you hear that?” “Begging for more after two loads,” Wrath growled. “You’re ruined.”

“You know what would happen if we tried. Things would go great for several weeks, maybe even months, but I wouldn’t say a year. Why? Because the world is not perfect. Sadly, I can’t be the only awesome female on the globe. Other enchanting women walk around, and you being a man can’t help but look at them. And that’s how it begins. You gaze just a little each day. Next, you’re imagining their naked bodies under their clothes, maybe you even start flirting with a few. Suddenly, our relationship is boring. My great beauty isn’t enough. Now I’m just not that good at keeping your attention. All of these others have it. And that my friend, is when my heart will begin to break.” “I’ve had others a

is screaming at me, what my pussy is belching out is definitely not hate. Is it? No. I don’t fucking know. But all I know at this moment, this very moment, is that I want Askar. It’s like my whole body is craving him to touch every single inch of my body. To feel his hands tracing and swaying all over my body, it craves it. I wanted more of him, I need more, I for fucking sake crave the shit out of it. But my mind, my stupid ass brain is saying otherwise. Is my mind, or heart, or even my pussy right? I couldn’t tell, I physically have no clue what is right, and it’s eating at me. “I want you Askar. But Bell.” I broke out. “We aren’t thinking about her right now.” He said, as he continued to