I Keep Craving Craving You Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Your body says otherwise. Your nipples are hard under that dress. You are wet right now, aren’t you?” Yes. So wet. “Julian, stop.” He smiled and placed one hand beside my head. “Say the word and I will drop to my knees for you. I have wanted to taste you for years. Let me make you come, Clara. Let me remind you what pleasure feels like.” I imagined his blonde head between my legs, his tongue working me until I shook. The fantasy was so strong my knees felt weak. “I cannot. Not yet.” “Not yet,” he repeated with a grin. “That means soon. Good.”

Traffic was smooth, not too many cars out on the causeway at five o'clock in the morning as I made my way to the office. I couldn't sleep. My mind kept wandering back to her picture and that sweet smile that held just a smidge of sass. A ping alerted me to an incoming message, and I looked over at the screen placed in a holder. Jax's name flashed across, and I pulled over. Why would he message me this early? These messages will begin and not stop until you have checked the profile made for you on Craving Sugar. Don't make them escalate to harassment. I am prepared. ~Jax

Then he broke. "I can't stop thinking about you." His voice cracked. "Every night. Every morning. Every time I close my eyes, I see you on your knees, looking up at me. And I…." He pressed his palm against his forehead, like he was trying to press the thoughts out. "I've never wanted anyone like this. I've never needed anyone like this. And it terrifies me." I closed the distance between us. I reached up and touched his face, tracing the line of his jaw. He closed his eyes, leaning into my touch like a starving man.

I love this Mekayla; I love this Mekayla with an insatiable sex drive. Unable to contain myself anymore, I pull her into a fiery and passionate kiss. All my thoughts are obliterated. I can feel the hunger grow inside me, the pleasure building towards a peak. I pull her even tighter into my body. I can smell her arousal, and it only fuels me. The kiss is getting deeper and deeper with every breath that we take. For a brief moment, I pull away; with a shaky breath, I whisper, "Mekayla." Prolonging each letter to savor it. "My god Mekayla, I crave you so much."

Why was I suddenly craving him? "Craving him?" I laughed hard at my thoughts. I was craving someone I had just met hours earlier? This must be madness. I continued preparing the Takoyaki to get my mind off him. It worked for a while but after, I couldn't resist it. The Takoyaki was finally done, and my mouth watered. The cravings I had initially came crawling back. The cravings that woke me up from bed, the cravings that made me skip work and go to the store to get the ingredients. The cravings that made me meet Zac.

is screaming at me, what my pussy is belching out is definitely not hate. Is it? No. I don’t fucking know. But all I know at this moment, this very moment, is that I want Askar. It’s like my whole body is craving him to touch every single inch of my body. To feel his hands tracing and swaying all over my body, it craves it. I wanted more of him, I need more, I for fucking sake crave the shit out of it. But my mind, my stupid ass brain is saying otherwise. Is my mind, or heart, or even my pussy right? I couldn’t tell, I physically have no clue what is right, and it’s eating at me. “I want you Askar. But Bell.” I broke out. “We aren’t thinking about her right now.” He said, as he continued to

I have the whole house to myself right now. I got to my room and lit up my cigar. I rubbed my hard dick at the thought of her. I imagined her in sexy, wild lingerie. I pumped harder. I needed my release. I know my next release would be with her. No one is stopping me. I groaned so loud while imagining her mouth was wrapped around my rod. I just need her. I want her. I crave her. These insatiable cravings, I need to soothe them. I won't stop until I get her.

I felt drained and craving to experience that again. "Fuck!!!" I moaned from the aftertaste. What have I gotten myself into? This was never what Ace asked me to do. He asked to have my release and not to get addicted to that mysterious sweetness inside her. I can feel my craving for it increasing "Fuck..." I felt frustrated and confused at the same time. How do I explain myself to Ace? Telling him that I lost myself along the way and discovered something irresistible? Something addicting that almost blew my mind away? How can I even get myself to tell him that?

“I’ve been craving this for a week. Between work and… everything else, I didn’t have time. So don’t blame me if I’m savoring it now.” “Craving,” Mason repeated, his gaze burning into her, “that’s one word for it.” She gave him a daring smile, the kind that made his chest ache and his body tense all at once. “Don’t look at me like that, Mason. You’ll get your turn to satisfy my cravings later.”

Kaleb's pov Does this girl not know how she fucking drives me insane?! She's now my waking thought and haunts me even in my dreams. Bailey Reed was starting to become an addiction I crave every single day. And you know what? I loved it. I loved craving her. Wanting her. Jesus, I only craved her. But I want more, this urgency to always be with her... This craving that was soon becoming a desperation. God. What had she done to me?