Perfectly Addicted Novels & Stories

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.

She was totally addicted, totally surrendered, totally his. The addiction had a name: Ashan. The End.

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.

I rode him desperately, tits bouncing, while he thrust up into me. “Look at you,” he growled, eyes dark with obsession. “My perfect war bride. Shooting for me. Bleeding for me. Coming on my cock like a filthy addict. You’re never getting away from me.” “I don’t want to,” I gasped, grinding down harder. “I’m addicted to you. To your cock. To all of it.” He grabbed my hips and fucked up into me like an animal. When I came again, he flipped me onto my back, hooked my legs over his shoulders, and railed me mercilessly.

“I love the way your lips part slightly when my thumb brushes over your clit, the way you start to pant for me, your eyes silently begging. Making you come is one of my favorite hobbies, baby." She bit down on her lip as my touch became rougher, more impatient. All the while, I continued to fuck her slowly, the whole world fading away. I didn't give a fuck anymore that there were hundreds of people listening to a seminar just below this balcony. All I could see was my wife. “I think I'm addicted to your pussy.” “I think I'm addicted to you," she whispered. I flicked her clit roughly, pushing her right to the edge. "I'll keep you hooked, baby. I'll keep feeding your addiction, so you'll never

Song for the chapter : Perfectly Imperfect by Ada. *********** ~Kunmi~ It was Aminah parent's anniversary and I was supposed to be dressing up for the party but I just couldn't bring myself to stand up from my bed and get dressed. Aminah had sent their address immediately after our conversation on Thursday and she had even sent a reminder this morning.

You are my addiction is the story of people who are obsessed and addicted to their partners. ____________THE END____________ Author's Note: Thanks to everyone who supported me. I hope you loved the story. English is not my first language, so please forgive me if there are any verbal mistakes in the story with that and enjoyed the story. If I will update a new story, I will drop it in the comment box, till then take care all Guys love you all...!!

He was really something else. I made my way towards the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. My skin was flushed and there were red marks all over my neck and chest. I traced them with my fingers as a small smile played around the corner of my lips. He does know to pleasure a woman, I'll give him that. God, he was so fucking addicting, like a drug and I couldn’t get enough of him. I thought about all the women who had a share of him and felt a pang of jealously.

Security wasn't needed if anyone made a wrong move he wouldn't think twice about killing them on the spot. Jack waited until the crowd at the stage died down. He wanted to tip her. After all he owed her that much even if she never spoke to him again. He dug in his pockets to see what he had on him. Jack found the hundred dollar bill that he set aside. He was going to use this money to aid his habit during the work week. "Damn it!" he scuffed. It would come down to this wouldn't it. He left her side to feed the beast within but never felt satisfied. The beasts hunger grew with every passing week and it never was enough. He was faced with the same decision that tore them apart. Be addicted or