I Keep Craving Craving You Novels & Stories

He has become an expert at deciphering my cravings, rushing out to fulfill them no matter how odd they may seem. Suddenly, a new craving takes hold, one that sends shivers down my spine. I need something cold and refreshing, something to soothe the fire burning within me. My eyes land on the freezer, and I know exactly what I'm after. I pull out a carton of vanilla ice cream, its frosty surface glistening under the kitchen lights.

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?

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?

Now he would know that I am badly craving for his touch. “ You also want this, don't you?”

“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?

Another thing I hate is the cravings that come, for one I really don't like chocolate, the bars but I don't mind cakes and milkshakes and stuff like that but here I am crying in front of the fridge for it. My phone rings on the counter and I turn to look at it, I answer it sniffing out a hello. "Hello?" "Rina are you okay?" Just hearing his voice makes me cry much more than I was, fucking hormones. "K." "Baby, what's wrong?" I sob into the phone, he called me 'baby'. This is pathetic, damn you mother nature! "I want chocolate and I don't have any." "If it's chocolate you want I'll bring some over right now okay?"

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?

He grew up! He comes back to the bed, his eyes on me. "You're sure about this Becca?" He asked me against and I cup his cheek, nodding. "I- I don't want you to regret anything or worst, hate me" "I can't hate you" I breathe. It's probably my sexual craved mind talking but I think it's true. "Just put it in me" I plead and he plants a kiss on my chin, nipping on my flesh there while I feel him at my entrance. My hands go to grip him, putting him inside me and we both moan at the feeling of being entwined.