Perfectly Addicted Novels & Stories

She spreads her legs apart and I sink into her in one hard thrust. “Oh, you're so sweet baby,” I groan, as she wraps her legs around my waist, allowing me to go deeper into her. She moans in ecstacy, which pushes me to the edge. By the time our orgasms build up, by the time we come, the room is filled with our heavy breaths like we're from the Olympics. I fucking missed this woman. And I am officially addicted to Demi Perez!

I touched myself through the denim, my mind replaying the way he’d growled my name, the way his massive cock had filled me until I thought I’d burst. I was a mess. I was a traitor. I was my brother-in-law’s dirty little secret. And as my own hand worked against my aching cock, I realized the terrifying truth..I wasn't just trapped. I was addicted. I was a soft, pretty little bitch who had finally found the one thing he was truly meant for…to be ruined by a man who shouldn't even be looking at him. I came in the silence of my room, a weak, shaky release that left me feeling more hollow than before.

“Tell the world you’re addicted to being watched while we ruin you.” Sophia, mascara running, face covered in drool and cum, looked straight into the camera with completely broken eyes and sobbed: “I’m addicted… I need thousands of people watching while my holes get destroyed… please keep using me… I’m nothing but a live fucktoy…” The final climax was devastating.

Every time I see her tears, unknowingly I get angry and scold her so badly. May be my gundu think that I was addicted to sex.. Its not true.. I would have did it with others last two years if I was addicted to sex..Gosh !!..Shit !!.. I can't even imagine it with others.. My gundu is only mine.. I'm only hers.. We are one.. I'm addicted to her natural floral scent.. I'm addicted to hear jingling sound of her bangles.. I'm addicted to hear tinkling sound of her anklet.. I'm addicted to her smooth long hair.. I'm addicted to her earlobe which I love to bite and lick it.. I'm addicted to her cute pout.. I'm addicted to her snore.. I'm addicted to touch her love handles.. I'm addicted to hear her

I closed my eyes with how turned on he had me with his dirty words. He kissed down my chest, taking one of my hardened tips into his mouth and sucking on it achingly, slowly. I arched off the bed, my need too great to go unfulfilled. He chuckled, giving me what I desired the most, his fingers dipping inside one digit, then two, his mouth going crazy on my nipples. His mouth paused briefly to whisper into my ear. “You are too perfect for me, Lily. Always driving me crazy and taking me so perfectly well. You’re my addiction, a bad one. I don’t think it’s ever going away. Jesus, I love…”

“Just for a second.” I watched as he fought the battle of opening his eyes. He eventually did, but he looked everywhere else avoiding me. I planted a kiss on his cheek. “Even if that doesn't tell you anything, I just want you to know that I'm not mad at you. I'm not disappointed either.” “I wanted to be perfect for you.” He whispered, “There's no such thing as perfection.” “At least, I wanted to be good enough for you.” “You are.” “I'm not. At least not yet. I'm an addict. I thought I was recovering, but that obviously isn't the case.”

she rants but I just kissed her and she smiled. We might fight, she might not admit to what I want to hear but it doesn’t change the fact that we are perfect for each other. The end.

It's interesting that there's even such love in existence- I'm so lucky to present true love. I'm so lucky to be in the most beautiful and loving couple in the world. I'm blessed beyond imagination to have a caring Girlfriend like you, now why would I want to be anywhere else you're not? No way, I never ever want to be somewhere you're not. When love turns into Addiction, you see your partner like the most perfect, stainless, flawless companion. When Love turns into Addiction. It's what keeps y'all committed to the Promise you made.

pounding her in missionary position, his weight pressing her into the mattress, his cock destroying her with each thrust. "You're never going to be satisfied with Ryan again," he said, his face inches from hers. "Every time he fucks you with that little dick, you're going to be thinking about me. About this. About my cock filling you, stretching you, making you scream." "Yes," Eva sobbed. "God, yes." "You're going to come back to me. Again and again. Because you're addicted now. Aren't you?" "Yes! I'm addicted!" "Say you're mine."

The feel of his voice in my ears felt right. I made up excuses to ignore the fact that it was the first time, I had tasted perfection and I was getting addicted to it. I didn't want to get addicted to it because I thought something far better was waiting back home for me but the truth is - nothing is better than perfection. You can never do better than perfection... I should have just stopped looking when I found it. I should have just given up and lost myself in his intoxicating presence but I didn't because I was stubborn, foolish, and an idiot.