Raw Cravings [ Crave Me Deeply] Novels & Stories

I couldn’t leave my room that day. Not after the close call. I stayed curled under the covers, body still throbbing from Mason’s tongue, mind replaying every filthy word and the dangerous hunger in his eyes. The ache between my legs refused to fade. I wanted him. Needed him. The forbidden pull had become unbearable. By morning, the craving consumed me completely. I slipped downstairs in nothing but a tiny pair of shorts that barely covered my ass, the fabric riding up with every step. The house was quiet. I poured myself a hot cup of coffee, the steam rising like my own restless heat.

“If you stay, you’re not just my babysitter anymore. You belong to me. Your time. Your body. Your pleasure. All of it. I will use you whenever I want, however I want. And I won’t be gentle.” My breath hitched. My pussy throbbed painfully at his words. He leaned down, bringing his face close to mine, his lips brushing my ear as he whispered: “And the first time I fuck you… it won’t be sweet. It’ll be raw. Deep. Filthy. I’m going to stretch that tight little pussy until you’re crying my name.” I let out a shaky whimper, my hands fisting the couch cushion. He pulled back just enough to look into my eyes, his thumb tracing my bottom lip.

“I want to moan in a way I have never moaned before, I want to choke on my breath and choke on your cum. “Fill me and fuck me until I can’t take it anymore. Mr. Criminal! “ She whispered right in his ears.

“Miss Susan, where do you keep the condoms?” Caleb asked. I scoffed, glancing over my shoulder as I stared at him. “I want you all to go raw,” I purred with a husky, needy voice. “It has been a long time since anyone fucked me raw, so I need you to fill this old holes with your cums.” I added, my words dripping with lust. To the three boys, the thought of fucking a mature, experienced pussy raw excited them to the core. Their cocks twitched visibly while Caleb’s dick continued to drip with precum.

' The 'too' in ' I love you ' makes me feel that I am saying it as an obligation and not because I want to. I hope we will stay like this forever. Loving each other. Craving for each other. *****

she murmured, lowering herself into the seat opposite him. Still nothing. She leaned forward slightly, her eyes half-lidded, her voice a whisper over the music. “You always this friendly?” He finally looked at her, slow and deliberate. His eyes were cold and unreadable. Then calmly he spoke. “You’re drunk,” he said flatly. She smiled faintly, tilting her head. “Maybe. But I’m also... lonely.” “Find someone else,” he said, his voice low and almost detached. “Don’t want someone else,” she murmured. “Want you.”

I needed to taste her, even if it had consequences like a forbidden fruit. Her lips were parted ever so slightly, beckoning me to meet them. I thought I was going to drown. I needed to hear her whimper, moan, or something. I grazed her lips with mine, forgetting why I was doing all of that to her in the first place. It was to tease her and not the other way around. But that had changed; it was now about me, her, and my craving.

He stumbled over the last word, the raw admission tearing free despite himself. The word ‘want’ hung between us, charged and dangerous. It wasn't love, but it was something. Something primal and undeniable. I stepped closer. Invaded his space. Tilting my head back, I met that smoldering gaze head-on. The heat radiating from his body was a brand. The scent of him flooded my senses, dizzying. “You kissed me like you were drowning and I was air," I breathed, my voice trembling but clear. "That wasn't destruction, Ethan. That was need. Raw, terrifying need.” My free hand lifted, hovering near his jawline, trembling not with fear, but with the sheer, magnetic pull of him. “You crave me. You just

Harder and deeper. "What are you doing to me?" I manage to speak despite moaning. Tears of pleasure continue to stream down my eyes and I don't feel a single drop falling from my cheek, nor does it dry up. He sucks them all as if he wants to consume each of my teardrops. "Loving you," he kisses my eyelids. "Adoring every inch of you. Giving you the pleasure you crave. You crave me, right? Tell me you crave me" "I crave you," I breathe heavily. "I crave you, Chris"

It was my craving for the day. I crave different food almost everyday. Sometimes I'd wake up in the middle of the night to look for a specific food. Zandrey said I can call him anytime whenever I'm craving for something and he'll find ways to give it to me. I feel bad that it's such a hassle for him especially when he's at work. He has to drive from wherever he is to somewhere in order to find the food I'm craving then he has to also drive going here. He has such a limitless patience with me and I am grateful for that.