Perfectly Addicted Novels & Stories

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…”

A small mercy I didn’t question. The cab ride home was short and silent. The apartment was dark. Aiden was already asleep, and I was grateful for it, grateful I didn’t have to arrange my face into something presentable, didn’t have to answer a single question. I went straight to the shower and turned the heat up until the mirror fogged and the room disappeared into white. Then I scrubbed. Hard and relentless, dragging the sponge across my skin like I was trying to remove something that had no business being there. Maybe I was punishing myself. For the way my body had surrendered to the Draco so completely, so effortlessly, like it had simply never been mine to begin with. Well, that didn’t w

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

You make me believe that I can be loved and accepted by who I am, with all my imperfections. I smiled softly, touching your face with affection.

"You're... unique…" “Sweetheart…” “I want you, Neve… Only you… I want you so badly I can't do anything without seeing you, feeling you, tasting you… You got me so addicted to you…" An anguished sound was torn from his throat just a heartbeat before his mouth fused with hers again. He kissed her fiercely, his tongue plowing deep with undisciplined passion. Again, his hand pushed slightly aside the robe and found her breast. Aiden kneaded it possessively. Her nipple pearled beneath the finessing of his thumb and they both shuddered under the impact of inundating desire.