I Am Addicted To U Novels & Stories

He didn't know what she had been doing to him these days but he could see that he was loosing control. That was the last thing he wanted. He was supposed to be in control while she begged and pleaded with him. He had been the one to propose this offer in the first place, so everything about it should be his call. He was still consumed in his thoughts when he felt cold air rush against his skin. He looked down to see that his shirt was no longer on him and his pants were now at his ankle and Leila was working on drawing down his boxers. He heaved a huge sigh. He was getting addicted to her. He needed to fight this addiction before it took over his power over her and make him lost to her. Perh

I said rudely. "I know you want me, you need my dick to ride you again and give you the pleasure that Dee and even Obinna can't offer you, but you can't have me, at least for now." He announced and I bit my lip. He was right, though I acted carefree I realized that I had gotten addicted to him. I wanted him to fuck me roughly, I needed him to beat me up and tell me that no one else could have me except him. Fuck! My mind was warped, thanks to the man who had me all tied up.

The taste of us mixed together was filthy and addictive. This was only round two of the night. And I was already addicted to being used.

She even eats weird combined meals, like pickles and peanut butter and chips with chocolate, ketchup and pepper sauce. Having a pregnant girlfriend, well fiancé is a b*tch. It is moments like these that I regret having a penaynay. From this moment on, I swear I am never doing the dirty again. Next five seconds What am I saying, I need that shit. That is like the beat to my heart. Damn, I need counselling. I am definitely addicted to that thing. S*x I mean. But I cannot help it though. A man has to do, what a man has to feel.

"And I'm going to fuck you until you forget your own name." Yes. God, yes. The addiction was real, and I was diving in headfirst. “Please."

all I could think was: When can we do it again? I was addicted. And there was no rehab for this.

Felt it narrow to just the two of them. She no longer heard the sounds of Maria in the kitchen or the ticking of the grandfather clock in the hallway. It was just her and Aiden and nothing else mattered. And she wanted life to stay that way. Suddenly it didn’t seem like a good idea to go out tonight… She wanted to be all alone with this man, with no outside interference whatsoever. “That’s a big pitcher for one person.” She knew that. She’d never had a problem with alcohol so she used it when she needed to. But now that Aiden was here, she realized how it might look to him.

He looked terrible—unshaven, exhausted, broken. "I can't do this," I said when he walked in. "I can't keep wondering if you're going to throw me away. If I'm just another woman you'll pay off when things get complicated." "You're not—" "Let me finish." I moved closer. "I can't keep wondering. But I also can't leave. I'm addicted to you in ways that aren't healthy. In ways that probably mean I need therapy just as much as Aiden did." "So what does that mean?"

I needed to see the woman who is slowly becoming my addiction. I needed to get my fix and I need it quick.

Who ever would have thought it? I pour myself a mug of coffee, add creamer and some sugar. I need it after last night. My legs, I’m telling you are wobbly I can still feel him. That dick of his is mammoth whatever the girls have been saying, trust me it is all true. So damn true and he has become my new addiction. I cannot wait for him to come home tonight, and we can do it all over again.