Perfectly Addicted Novels & Stories

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.

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

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.

“Every hole. Every time we want.” Rico groaned as I stroked him faster. “Boss’s daughter is our dirty little fuck toy now.” I came hard, screaming around Jax’s cock as my pussy clamped down on Marcus. My whole body shook, juices running down his balls. They didn’t stop. They kept using me, switching positions, passing me around like a toy. By the time the first load of cum shot down my throat from Jax, I already knew I was addicted. This was just the beginning. And I couldn’t wait for them to break every rule and ruin me completely.

All addictions are bad, Unless they give you a reason to live. All controls are good, Until they take away all your reasons to live. .....................................................

She keeps doing these things to me and acts like it’s nothing, she keeps making me want to be the perfect man for her instead of the man that I usually am. “I want to be good enough for you and just you alone,” I said as I kissed her, “I’ve tried everything to let you out of my mind, I’ve tried but no matter what I did, I couldn’t get you out of my mind, Lilly.” “You have no idea what you’re doing to me,” I confessed, “I’m addicted to you, Lily. Fucking addicted.”

Sienna stared at the bathroom mirror, the steam from the hot shower fogging the glass, blurring the woman she used to be. She had crossed lines she could never uncross. The thrill had become a living thing inside her chest. It pulsed louder every time she let him in, every time she felt him against her skin while her husband slept above them. She was addicted, and addictions never ended clean. The phone buzzed against the counter. She didn’t need to look. She already knew who it was.