His Beautiful Addiction Novels & Stories

He fucked my ass slow and deep that first time, eventually filling it with so much cum it leaked out for hours afterward. But it wasn’t just filth. Between the rough fucking, small moments of tenderness started appearing. He’d pull me into his lap after he’d used me, stroking my hair and kissing my forehead while I trembled in his arms. He told me bits about his life, how he’d grown up rough, how this resort job was his escape. I told him about my fears of not being good enough for college, about feeling invisible before him. The addiction grew stronger every single day.

He had never felt so desperate all his life yearning for more of a woman's taste, seriously Mariana was a special flavor. Now he was so sure that Mariana Romano is bad for him, so bad for him. She was a sweet silent addiction

I'm delighted I lost my virginity to him, when his friend approached us in the club and told us the club owner wanted to see us I didn't want to get involved, but I'm glad I did. Basil caught my eye from the first moment I saw him, his black curly hair that became untamed as soon as I ran my hands through them, his light green eyes that were the same shade as the leaves of a flower blooming on a spring day. He had to be 6'4, a whole foot taller than my 5'4 frame. When he stripped in front of me I was gawking at his display of skin, his chest, his arms his whole body were corded in muscles, for a man his age he sure did keep his body in top shape. His chest and arms were covered in tattoos, s

Then she point the fiesty girl. I smiled to her. So her name is Emma! I have a feeling that I will going to enjoy my stay here in the hospital! " Last night you had a terrible accident. You could die but thankfully you been rescued at the right time. You have few bruises and cuts all over your body and broken glasses stab your skin. One of the big glass stab your chest thankfully it did not land in your heart!" Belle said whose Archer wife. That fucker is so lucky his wife is so beautiful and sexy.

I stopped and tilted my head at him, "That has never happened in a really long while." "Until she came along," he added. "I continued walking, "It could be a coincidence." "Or not." He piped in. "But I believe things should get better now that she is leaving." "Gather people to help with the expansion of the healer's tent." "Okay, Alpha." He mumbled. I stopped in front of her door, hesitated for a second, then turned the door knob. My lips parted involuntarily, Goddess!! She was beautiful and she looks so peaceful asleep, when her lips is running or eyes staring down at me defiantly.

He held me tightly as his hand slowly moved through my hair, trying to calm me down. And somehow… it worked. His touch felt comforting. Safe. My breathing slowly steadied as I rested against his chest. Being in his arms brought me a surprising sense of peace. “Isabella…” he murmured. “You don’t have to get like this, okay? The city can be overwhelming.” His voice softened. “And besides… you’re too beautiful to cry like this.” My heart skipped. I pulled back slightly so I could look at him. Did he really think I was beautiful?

"The other girl was an ISL player preparing for the Olympics. I'll have my assistant leave their files in your cabin so you can check them yourself?" "No problem, man. I will be here for a few days for my factory visits and wine tasting. Will you join us tomorrow, Adam? Don't worry. You and Julian don't have to pay." Bash joked as he wanted to keep his mind off the triggering moments of his life. Bash lost everything that night. The fame he gained and the respect he earned in his seventeen years of an acting career. Three years was all it took to get back on his feet and gain popularity again, but he lost his connection with his old peer teams and agents.

I tensed for a second. "Hey Belle,relax" he said smiling. When I looked up at him oh my gosh,I almost melted. How could someone be so handsome. I won't let my guards down but it seemed my walls were crashing on their own. He stopped staring at me and looked back at the movie playing before us. I wasn't interested in the movie anymore. I'ld be damned if I don't savour this face while I can. As if he noticed I was gawking,he turned to me and I removed my face immediately. My face was red with embarrassment,but in a good way. He held my hand till the movie finished, I was just smiling like a child that was given a candy bar, well Frank was my candy bar. That's mostly I and Danny who was just ma

And right now, with Seraphina beneath me and daylight streaming through the windows and Elena somewhere in this house, probably awake, probably wondering where I am— I don’t care. That’s the truth of it. The ugly, inexcusable truth. I don’t care. I push her legs apart and she opens for me immediately, already wet, already ready, and when I slide inside her, the rest of the world disappears. This is what addiction feels like, I think dimly as I start to move. Not the high itself, but the way it makes you stop caring about everything you’re destroying to get it. The way it narrows your entire existence down to this one need, this one sensation, until nothing else matters.

“Have you ever felt this way before?” I answer like a mirror. Reflecting what he wants to see. “I was thinking about you.” “Of course I missed you.” “This feels different.” Not true. But not lies either. Somewhere in between. The space where addiction lives. --- One night, he holds me in bed and says, “I’ve never felt this before. Not like this. It’s terrifying.” I kiss his collarbone. “It’s beautiful.” “It’s dangerous.” I smile. “That’s love.”