Novel & Cerita Obsession With Mr Right

Jake stared at him and chuckled. "Don't call her that." "Or what? The fuck are you gonna do? Huh!" "I said, don't fucking call her that." "You still think she'll like you after this? You are really too dumb if you still think so" "What the fuck are you guys doing?" Mr. Richard stared confusedly at them. "The kid you brought into game is an asshole. He doesn't think with his brain" Jake replied harshly. "We should fucking leave them alone and get outta here. They don't have the object." Max said aloud.

I continue. "I don’t know," he responds after a long pause. "I don’t know what the fuck is going on with me lately, but every time I look at you, I want to monopolize you. The thought of you being with another man drives me crazy. You’re on my mind all the damn time, even if I don’t want you there, and when I tell myself I’ll just forget you, I can’t. What the hell would you even call this? Obsession? Infatuation? Would it be like? It’s all new to me."

"Don't even try to tell me he's gay." "He dances too well to be straight. We're thinking he's in denial." After my giggles died away, I turned him down. I could feel waves of sadness taking over and even though I knew I shouldn't be alone, I didn't have the energy for a movie. My eyes traveled back to the laptop and I concentrated my search on rehab for the rich and famous Mr. Righteous. After an hour of reading and watching his videos on You Tube, I gently lowered the screen and walked away from my desk. The man had the sexiest voice alive but he was pure poison for me.

“If you're absolutely right, I'm a committed man, I shouldn't be doing this, don't worry about money, you don't owe me anything, feel at home” Andy runs out of there, he felt ashamed, he was violating all his values, he was against anything that disrespected a relationship, a marriage, or any belief, he was very correct. But Camille aroused all kinds of bad thoughts in him, and when he became obsessed with something, there was nothing to get it out of his head, and that was what he was feeling for Camille, an obsession.

I growled, jerking faster, imagining her legs spread for him, but her eyes closed—seeing me. "Fuck, princess! Fuck, I'm going to come for you. Daddy is gonna cum for you. Right in your mouth." I growled, stroking my cock a little too harder, staring hungrily at her picture of my computer. I came hard, spilling over my hand, chest rising and falling in short, uneven breaths. But there was no peace after. No satisfaction. Only obsession. I stood, paced the office. Tried to open work documents. Tried to read intel reports. But every line blurred into nothing.

9Maya. I’d never been like this before. Not with anyone. Not with myself. Obsession felt like a sickness, something I couldn’t shake, something that turned my days into endless waiting, my nights into hours spent staring at the ceiling, aching and empty and full of wild, helpless want.

Justin sat on the edge of his bed, jaw tight, scrolling through his phone with growing irritation. His name— his entire name— was being dragged through every corner of the internet. Memes. Insults. Predictions of doom. Comments that made his blood boil. He scoffed loudly. “So I’m the ‘problematic Blackwood’? The one who will ‘ruin Sophia’s life’?” he snapped, tossing his phone onto the table. He paced the room, fists clenching.

“So, how is it? I mean, you guys hated each other for years. Is it weird? Is he like, super sweet?” I couldn’t help but grin, suddenly feeling carefree. “No, he’s not sweet at all. He’s exactly the opposite. He’s dominant, kind of aggressive, and totally possessive. It’s like all that tension from years of pretending to hate each other just exploded. It’s wild, guys. It’s... the most real, intense thing that has ever happened to me.” “So, the sex is good?” Maya asked, leaning in again, her eyes wide with curiosity.

I gasped, arching, shame burning through me. “Yes,” he rasped, his voice rough with hunger. “Say it louder. Let me hear how good I make you feel—even when it’s your own hands, it’s still me.” Tears blurred my vision. “I—I shouldn’t—” “You should.” His tone darkened, edged with obsession. “You’re mine. Everything you are. Even this filthy, desperate side of you—it’s only for me. Always me.” My body trembled, caught between guilt and unbearable need. My moans grew louder, rawer, my thighs quaking.

"I want to devour you, do you fucking get it?" More and more heat swamps me, a current carrying away my reservations. What feels right is obvious. It's this man. It's his devotion...and yes, even his obsession. It's calling forth my own and making it expand, whispering, you will be obsessed with him, too. Maybe you already are. "Yes. I get it."