Pervert Addiction Chapter Novels & Stories

The sight was ravishingly tempting, urging him to do something sinful to her. Luca was tempted to be buried deep inside her, but he refrained from doing so. He didn't want to get her mad. She passed out on him last night so he was sure she would be pissed when she'd wake up but then again. When it came to her, he just couldn't get enough of her no matter how much he tried to control himself. She was such an addiction that it scares the f*ck out of him sometimes and yet again he was tempted to devour her all the time.

His free right hand starts to run down my body as well,but this one is headed for lower body and I know now and then that Im doomed. I whimpered as the heat of his fingers made contact with my already swollen pussy lips,a finger rubs down in an aching but sensual slow,introducing me to another feral level of greed that thrusts my hips,begging for penetration. “Look at me.”he said,the command leaving no room for resistance. “I want to see how much this repulse you.” I shut my eyes and he withdraws his hand and I nearly scream out loud. I understand exactly was recovering addicts feel in that moment,whatever pride,shame,dignity that had been left if me,left along with his hand.

It’s all I can think of – its all I want, and all I could ever want. I am on my knees now – all caution and propriety are vanished. With both hands, I part her thighs and begin to lick up the track of the little brown stream on her right thigh. I am inching my way towards her panties and the forbidden treasures they hold. Her shit is thicker now, hotter, stronger and more arousing. I have hiked her dress up to her waist, exposing her beige cotton panties. My eyes are met with an indescribably perverse sight. Her lovely panties are bulging with her hot soft shit. It is seeping out of the right leg-hole, staining her cotton crotch a wet brownish yellow.

CONTENT WARNINGS: This chapter contains graphic depictions of sexual violence, non-consensual acts, trauma, panic attacks, drug use, coercion, and self-harm ideation. It may be distressing or triggering for some readers. CONRAD After I slipped the bottle back into my pocket and walked away from her door. My hands wouldn't stop shaking. I had told myself it was necessary. It was not my fault. I was possessed. These demons… These monsters had taken root in my mind and were preying on everything. I was not even sure who was in control anymore.

How could Gavin ask me something like that? Unexpectedly, he continued, "That's completely normal. Don't worry. Alright, now stand up." I obediently got to my feet, but my eyes couldn't help drifting down to the front of his pants. "Wh-what now?" "Take off your skirt." My head snapped up to look at him. "Right… Right here?" Gavin's eyes casually scanned the lower half of my body. "You have a particular kind of addiction. Medically, it's called a sexual addiction, or a form of hypersexuality. To cure you, we first have to desensitize you.

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.

I whimpered, but my voice cracked and my pussy clenched hard around nothing. The pressure was too much, my juices had completely soaked my shorts and his boxers. Every grind made obscene wet sounds and my clit throbbed so bad I could barely think. I kept kissing him back, biting his lip, sucking on his tongue, all while hating how much I needed this. Kai kept taunting me between rough kisses. “That’s it. Keep fighting it. Keep telling me how much you hate me while your cunt tries to suck my cock through our clothes. You’re addicted already and we’ve only just started.”

And he was addicted to his little girl’s tight pussy. This was only the first story in the book of our sins. There were ninety-nine more ways to damn ourselves still waiting. And I could not wait to fall even deeper.

"The 'One'... it’s 'Asking' for a 'Chapter 187'. We have to 'Audit' the 'Birth-of-the-New-Standard'." The "Addiction-Standard" is locked. To find out what "New-Species" waits in the "Absolute-One," the next chapter is a "Causal-Requirement."

He stroked my hair and whispered, “Only my cum can heal your womb’s failure. Without it, you’re nothing.” “I know,” I whispered, nuzzling closer. “I’m addicted. I’m yours.” By the end of the week, I was a guilt-obsessed wreck. I no longer resisted. I begged desperately for his cum, orgasmed only with his command, and lived for the daily ritual.