His Beautiful Addiction Novels & Stories

My mouth was dry and I felt like crying. "It went on for years, Dear, starting from when he was sixteen. Then, there was all these debts building up from his addiction. Sometimes even strange men would come around demanding money or dropping him off at the doorstep..." her voice faded into the background but was still the peak of my interest. I looked up from her to the room around me and met a pair of familiar light blue eyes staring back. Zac was standing at the door, his smile was wide and his eyes carefree, and I knew that even if I tried to smile, he would know that something was wrong anyway.

Douglas pulled my panties down and grabbed my bottom with both hands and squeezed my cheeks. “It’s so bouncy. You’re so plump and fair. I didn’t expect you to have such a good figure at such a young age.” I felt something pressing against me, and it broke through the last of my defenses. Even though I rationally knew that I should not be doing this, my addiction took over me. I needed something inside me. My body became limp. It was as if a fire had lit up within me. I was dizzy and could not think straight.

but I do know that was the best way I could describe my addiction. “I am rich yet I am an addict. Welcome to Scarlett Cobbs’s world.” I was talking to no one but myself. I screamed at the dancing reflection of the moon. It was dancing on the water. Dancing beautifully while I wallowed sorrowfully. It was painful. Holding back my addiction and not doing the needful to ease myself and my mind was driving me crazy. Other addicts on this yacht must be having fun right now. There were various kinds of alcohol for those that were addicted to it…

She teased and he chuckled. "You love me like that. Don't lie. You like the whole of me and I'm obsessed with the whole of you, addicted even." He said, quietly and she could feel the breeze around her too. Her heart skipped a bit at his phone confession. "I'm addicted to you, Bella Mia. Fuçkin addicted, and I hate the thought of being set free from this addiction. Cage me like a bird on your palm with your fingers, I don't mind. I would do anything for you. No matter what."

The story began with Samuel and Elena, and they liked each other. Sammy and Elena wanted to marry each other, but they were not born for each other. Sammy and Victoria were made for each other and were born for each other. Both got separated in childhood but got back after 15 years and won her love of life, Samuel. Now everyone is happy. This all happened because of Victoria. When Victoria was married, her relationship was very complicated at first, but she never left Sammy alone because she loved him so much. You are my addiction is the story of people who are obsessed and addicted to their partners.

have him all to myself for once in life something good came it came to me in the form of a man that I never thought would be so kind, I could feel his arousal growing as he pushes his hips on mine holding me in place and starts to partially dry hump the front of me. I moan in pleasure as my body sends numerous of waves of pleasure with each motion of his hips on mine, my back arches and I moan as I can feel his growth rubbing the front of my vagina, I look at him with lustful eyes, "Please take me, I cant take much more of your teasing. I want you in me so bad that I might just strip right here, right now infront of you and pounce on you myself." His face flushes to a deep red as he bites h

He was really something else. I made my way towards the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. My skin was flushed and there were red marks all over my neck and chest. I traced them with my fingers as a small smile played around the corner of my lips. He does know to pleasure a woman, I'll give him that. God, he was so fucking addicting, like a drug and I couldn’t get enough of him. I thought about all the women who had a share of him and felt a pang of jealously.

Later, on the rug in front of the fireplace, slow and sensual this time, his hands everywhere as he whispered how beautiful she was, how he couldn’t get enough. By the time they collapsed exhausted in the big bed hours later, tangled together, Rory knew she was in deep trouble. This wasn’t just sex. This was addiction. This was the kind of connection that ruined people. And as Dominic pulled her closer in his sleep, one arm possessively around her waist, she realized she didn’t care. She was already ruined.

“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.

Damien It would be an absolute fucking lie to say that Hailey's begging didn't affect me—that it didn't send a rush through my veins that rivaled any drug on the market. I knew because I'd been there—I had been through that fuckinf addict phase. I'd drowned myself in every high imaginable, teetered on the edge of destruction, and nearly lost everything to that abyss. But right now? This woman beneath me, wrapped around my cock, her cunt tight and wet and sweet as sin—she was more destructive than all of it. More dangerous than my worst addiction.