I Keep Craving Craving You Novels & Stories

"I crave you, Chris" He has done this to me a lot of times but I never got enough. I never stopped wanting him even more than before. I crave his touch. "Look at me, my little leprechaun," he grips my cheek and makes me look into his eyes. "Just see how badly I want you, how badly I crave you. Do you think I can ever replace you?" I don't know what to say when he has made it impossible for me to speak. I can't find my voice.

" I leaned back and kissed him slow and sweet. When I pulled back he wanted more. " Hmm I have the craziest craving. " Aaron chuckled . " what ?" " I want some Bar One ice-cream with Oreos and that chocolate cake that is gooey in the middle with marshmallow chocolate source." "Love by dark chocolate." " In my case its unconditional love by white chocolate ." " ha ha I know you and need you to say it out loud ." I pulled back grabbed a pillow and threw it at him "Nope. I'd rather show you hot stuff ."

And deep down, you know the truth: No matter how good he is… part of you will always crave what I do to you. So keep going, baby. Touch yourself like I’m right there watching you. Let the fantasy take over completely. Cum for me while you read these words. Let that hot, pulsing release crash through you — the one that makes your thighs shake violently, your back arch off the bed, and your pussy gush all over your fingers in wet, messy pulses. And when you finally fuck him tonight… or when you cum alone in the dark… Whisper my name. Because I’m already deep inside you.

Rufus pulled back just enough to look at me, his hand gripping my face. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want,” he said softly. “But I think you do. I think you’ve been craving more for a while now.” His fingers traced down my neck, over the necklace. “Tell me the truth, Bronte. Do you want to feel what it’s like to be completely taken?” I stood there shaking, in a position between terror and a dark aching need I couldn’t deny anymore. Down the hall, Chloe was waiting in my room, completely clueless.

He then raised his face again then gave her another short kiss before releasing it. "I'm so mad about you, Jen, do you know that?" he asked her as he massaged around the seed that was on the upper part of her jewel. While his finger remained busy going in and out of her cut. “Jen, I crave for you, so much. And I don’t think I will lose this feeling for you, ”Jason continued. A long moan ran down Jenny's throat as she felt delicious electricity draw into her body. She was the same for the young man. And even if Jason doesn’t tell her what he feels about her, how intensely he longs for her.

(THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS EXPLICIT CONTENT, IT'S NOT ADVISABLE FOR READERS UNDER THE AGE OF 18, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK) Craving 3 (Desires) Seeing a devious smirk on her face, I walked away, even though I knew there was no getting out of this one. When it comes to the mistress, I like her talking since she discloses too much and keeps me prepared for what is to come, but when she remains silent, I can't foresee her.

There was no anger, no coldness, no jealousy. Just… concern. I let out a shaky breath, feeling my chest ache. “I… I’m having a craving,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. His eyebrows furrowed, his head tilting slightly. “A craving?” I nodded, feeling my cheeks heat up. “Yeah. It’s… it’s really strong. I couldn’t sleep because of it.” Blaze’s lips twitched, a small smile forming. “And that’s why you came here?”

“…little swan?” Heat rushes through me instantly, my fingers tighten around the box. Because this…this is exactly what I was trying to avoid. And exactly what I wanted at the same time. My lips part, but no words came out, because I already know I’m not going to say no. My heart's doing a crazy drum solo against my ribs, a mix of excitement and pure nerves. It feels like I'm about to step onto a super thin tightrope, with a massive drop below. But honestly, the urge is just too much to fight, that craving is too powerful. My breath catches as he leans in, his eyes locked on mine, and in that instant, everything else just disappears. It’s just this, this intense, electric feeling.

The words lack conviction, sound more like a plea for him to continue rather than stop. God, I can't help it. I can't fight it anymore. I am craving this beyond comprehension, craving it with every fiber of my being. I am craving to go wild, to strip myself naked right now and have him fuck me till midnight without a single care in the world. I don't even care that my sister is in another section of this same building and she can stumble in at any time to catch us in this absolute atrocity. Anyways, luckily the door is locked, so it's going to be hard for her to figure that out, I tell myself, grasping at that small comfort.