Perfectly Addicted Novels & Stories

She added to the steam "Her dirty talk hit me hard and she fucked me harder at the realisation, the realistic balls slapping against my ass with every thrust. The wet, messy sounds of my pussy taking her cock filled the room, it was disgusting. She leaned down, sucking hard on my nipple while pounding me, the strap-on grinding against her own clit with every movement. “You’re getting addicted, aren’t you?” she panted, slamming into me. “Sneaking around behind Dad's back just so you can get ruined by your stepmom’s cock. Such a dirty, perverted little secret slut.” “Yes ! God, yes I’m addicted to you mommy” I gasped, the words tumbling out. “I think about your pussy and this cock all day. I c

CHAPTER ONE Alex's Pov "Tell me what you're thinking right now." I stared at the message glowing on my phone screen, my thumb hovering over the keyboard. It was past midnight, and I should have been asleep, but these conversations had become my addiction. Three months of talking to someone who didn't know my last name, didn't know where I worked, didn't know anything except the parts of myself I chose to reveal. "I'm thinking about how strange it is that you know me better than people I see every day," I typed back.

"Of course I do. We're going to be kickass parents" I lift her off the bed and wrap her legs around my waist then spin her around. So goddamn happy that she wants to keep the baby. I'm going to be a father. Finally, I'll have my own family with the love of my life. What more can I ask for? And to think it all started with an addiction to this innocent woman... ******************************************

And, yes, it's gonna be my favorite. Then, I looked at her in the eyes in which they seem like smiling at me, and I would love to stare at her green orbs all my life. She is so beautiful. Is it weird to call her my perfect addiction? She may be imperfect in so many ways, but for me, she is simply perfect. The feelings that I have for her are perfect. I think we are made for each other. Mates. And, of course, I would love her to treat me as her own.

And right now, with Seraphina beneath me and daylight streaming through the windows and Elena somewhere in this house, probably awake, probably wondering where I am— I don’t care. That’s the truth of it. The ugly, inexcusable truth. I don’t care. I push her legs apart and she opens for me immediately, already wet, already ready, and when I slide inside her, the rest of the world disappears. This is what addiction feels like, I think dimly as I start to move. Not the high itself, but the way it makes you stop caring about everything you’re destroying to get it. The way it narrows your entire existence down to this one need, this one sensation, until nothing else matters.

My fingers kept moving, slow circles over the swollen head. “You love me too much to watch me stop breathing. More than you ever loved her. Everything you couldn’t give her—every dark thing, every brutal thing—you’ve already poured into me. You’ve fucked me raw in ways you never dared with her. You’ve bruised me, marked me, made me cry and beg and come so hard I black out. And you’d give me more. Because I can take it. I crave it. I come harder when you hurt me just right. I beg louder when you remind me I’m nothing without your cock splitting me open. I’m addicted to the way you own me, break me, rebuild me around your dick.”

I shifted against the mattress, desperate for any kind of relief, because she had me so goddamn hard just from this. I traced her with my tongue, slow circles, listening to the way her breathing caught every time I hit the right spot. Fuck. I could stay down here forever if she let me. Because my woman? She’s addictive. Absolutely fucking intoxicating. Everything she did was driving me insane. The way her breath hitched when I touched just right, the way she pressed herself harder against my face when she needed more, the way her thighs clamped tight around my ears when she thought she couldn’t take another second—every bit of it had me addicted.

He never wanted to stop, he had a new found addiction. Forbidden, but it felt so right and damn it he didn't give a fuck anymore.

She even eats weird combined meals, like pickles and peanut butter and chips with chocolate, ketchup and pepper sauce. Having a pregnant girlfriend, well fiancé is a b*tch. It is moments like these that I regret having a penaynay. From this moment on, I swear I am never doing the dirty again. Next five seconds What am I saying, I need that shit. That is like the beat to my heart. Damn, I need counselling. I am definitely addicted to that thing. S*x I mean. But I cannot help it though. A man has to do, what a man has to feel.

* * * The problem with addiction is that it only takes one taste of something amazing to become addicted to it. Long before the sun came up, Phil's cock swelled and hardened between his daughter's soft ass cheeks. She felt it and moaned softly in her sleep before pressing back against him. Her pussy drooled in anticipation, welcoming the bulbous knob as it slid slowly inside. Phil's arm squeezed her softly and he moaned in response as his morning wood slid home in her slick tightness.