Drunk Desires Novels & Stories

I can't stand my best friend's suspicious gaze after he would see my swollen lips. ~~~~ Having reached the house, I threw my bag on the couch and sunk on the floor beside it. My eyes can't stop tearing up with fresh new tears. That felt pathetic. I hate to be kissed. 'But you enjoyed it, didn't you?' Mocked by traitor heart. I can't understand why was it happening. I just wanted to shove it out of my head. I hate that cunning guy. He is a... A sex addict! Ethan Connor, the fucking hot guy is a pervert, a scoundrel, a mother fucking sex addict and more.

He was around my sister in the daytime, giving her all the comfort he could while making their wedding preparations, but at night, I satisfied his darkest desires. By now, my lower abdomen no longer hurted that much when he goes wild on me, maybe because I had already experienced uncountable times with him. We had secretly met for weeks on end, and I had long lost count of how many times he took me through the night, only leaving my room at dawn. One question just concerned me: what of the day when he moved in to live with our family, where I would see him day and night? Would I be able to withstand the deepest of my desires?

I was drunk. The only thing I wanted to avoid the whole night was being swayed at the moment and giving in to his charm. Getting drunk and losing my senses. Surely, tomorrow's regret was bound to follow. I had completely forgotten the purpose I wore this filthy dress. Moments later after our second drink and his flirting, I found myself in one of the guest lounges, rammed against the wall while his lips caressed every inch of my mouth. He was manly and intimidating in every way a man should be.

He suddenly dropped me to the floor, bent down and whispered. "DARK DESIRES...." "Wh.... what are you...",I stuttered trying to understand what he was saying. But then I felt a heavy metal on my head. I felt everything blacking out.

The intensity of his actions left me breathless, a heady mixture of desire and anticipation. Closing my eyes, I surrendered to the sensations he unleashed. His husky voice reached my ear, sending shivers through me. "You look ecstatic. So tempting and alluring that I want to devour you, consume you and keep you all for myself so I do not have to boil my blood over all those fuckers in the party gawking at you."

It was glistening with beads of Agatha’s sweat, and on impulse, he brought a fingertip to his lips and licked it. The salty taste bloomed inside his mouth. He licked the rest of his fingers slowly, from the base of his hand to the very end of his fingertips. ‘So, what do I want?’ It was the same question that he had already asked himself. Lanceil’s gaze grew heavy. There was only one thought, that flashed like gold. “…I want her.” ‘How do I want her?’ His gaze meandered back to Lanceil, then he murmured— “I want to devour her.”

I moaned under his touch as his hand moved down my thigh, caressing every inch of my skin as I grabbed his hair. The kiss was growing into something more aggressive in that state of act. We both couldn’t control what we were feeling. But after a lot of struggles, we pulled apart. “You’re sweet, Hailey. I’ll have to control my thirst for you.” Jace winked as he smiled. “What if I say, don’t?” “What do you mean?” “What if I say that I don’t need you to control your thirst around me? What if I say that I...I...that I want you.”

I was relentless, my movements commanding and rough, driven by an insatiable need that bordered on desperation. Her breaths came in ragged gasps, her gagged voice a strained mixture of moans and cries. To my surprise, there was an undeniable warm moisture enveloping my cock, an indication that she was enjoying this. “Are you fucking enjoying this?” I seethed, my eyes dark and stormy as I gripped her more tightly. My movements grew more urgent and harsh, each thrust an attempt to exorcise the demons within me. Her screams sliced through the heavy silence of the room, a chaotic blend of ecstasy and torment that only deepened my fervour. I could feel my control slipping, but I couldn’t—and woul

“I can’t fuck you if you’re unconscious, and I want to know what drunk sex with you is like” Even as her body came alive at his words… heat pooling low in her belly… she opened one eye to shoot him a glance. “I’m not gonna let you do freaky stuff to me tonight, no matter how good it feels . Come near me with, like, a dildo or an anal hook probe and we’re gonna have problems” She didn’t want to do anything crazy when she wasn’t fully clear-minded. She wanted to remember every single thing… every touch, every kiss, every moment.

The whole day after Mom announced her trip, I was a mess. Every time I looked at Alexander, my body reacted against my will. My pussy would throb, remembering how his fingers felt inside me the night before. I kept scolding myself in my head. *This is so wrong. He’s married to your mother. He’s your stepfather. What kind of daughter are you becoming?* But no matter how much I tried to fight it, the ache between my legs only got worse. I still really wanted to see him but I couldn't as Mom stayed over. I'm starting to crave him and he hasn't even fucked me yet. I shouldn't even be thinking about this. He's twice my age and married to my mother.... But it sure feels so fucking good. I want mor