Raw Cravings Novels & Stories

And so help me God, even if we went from night till morning, I don't think I'd get enough of how crazily good he was in bed. He knows how to fuck a woman. I was snapped back by Layla's smack on my back. "What are you cooking for us today, by the way?" she asked, peeking into the pot of sauce I was making. "Pita bread and meat sauce." "Hmm... it smells nice. Let me go freshen up, then." I slapped her ass as she walked away. "Lazy ass." She stopped by the door and glared at me. "Why do I need to stress myself with cooking when I have you and my Dad to do the work?"

No pack members nearby. Except… him. The thought made my stomach twist with disgust and humiliation. The delusional man who proposed to me at the airport like a madman. I hated even considering it. But as the hours stretched on and the reality of spending the night, maybe even 24 hours in this cell sank in, desperation began to creep in. I had no money for a lawyer. No one else to vouch for me. No other way out. Eventually, the exhaustion won. My hands trembled as I reached for the snacks. I tore open the wrapper and forced myself to eat, chewing mechanically even though the food tasted like cardboard. I needed the energy to think clearly.

“You’ve eaten at least four cans in the past twenty-four hours. You don’t even like pineapple.” “I’ve just been… craving it,” I mumbled, cheeks heating. Chantelle raised a single brow. “Oh really? What about cranberry juice? Craving urinary health too?” I glared at her and shoved another bite of stir-fry into my mouth. “Maybe I’m just trying to balance my vitamins.” “Mhmm. Balanced diet.” Chantelle leaned against the fridge, arms crossed. “And what’s this I hear about you not coming home tonight?”

The sight was filthy—her soft, pale breasts jiggling, nipples hard, spit and pre-cum making everything shiny and messy. “I need you inside me,” she panted, standing up and turning around. She bent over the kitchen island, flipping the sundress up over her ass with no panties. Her pussy was shaved, puffy, and dripping down her thighs. “Fuck me raw, Elias. I’m not on birth control. I want to feel it.” He didn’t hesitate. He rubbed the fat head up and down her soaked slit, then pushed in. The stretch made Rebecca moan loudly, fingers gripping the counter and back arching violently.

“Jax… I… I’m a virgin.” His eyes darkened instantly. A feral growl rumbled deep in his chest. “You’re a virgin?” He licked me slowly from bottom to top, eyes locked on mine. “This tight little cunt has never had cock before? Fuck, Elena. You just made me lose my mind.” He attacked me again, even hungrier now. Three fingers stretched me open as he sucked my clit like he wanted to brand it. My thighs started shaking uncontrollably. “I’m gonna come again…Jax, please…I can’t…”

he said, his voice rough. He pulled her wet shirt up and over her head, tossing it aside. Her bra was next. He unhooked it with one hand and threw it away. Her breasts spilled free, nipples tight and sensitive. Jake lowered his head and took one nipple into his mouth. He sucked hard, his tongue flicking over the hard peak. Mira gasped and arched her back. The sensation shot straight down to her pussy. She felt herself getting wetter, her panties already soaked from more than just the rain.

'Greedy little slut. I arched into his touch, biting my lip to stifle a moan. 'Can't help it. You two ruined me for anything else.' It was true—my body hummed with need, craving the stretch of their cocks even as my muscles protested. But we couldn't linger; Mum was due back from her spa retreat that afternoon, and the last thing we needed was her walking in on this.

Like hell I was going to let him walk away without a yes. Crystal Later that evening… I parked the car in the garage and hopped out. I was tired and starving. My stomach was practically crying out for food. When I entered the house, Crystal was at the stove, serving something onto a plate. “I’m hungry.” “Go sit down. I’ll bring it to you,” she said with an eerie smile. Creepy. I sat down in the living room and waited. She soon returned with a plate of roast beef and rice, along with a glass of juice. It looked and smelled delicious. Or maybe I was just that hungry. “Eat up,” she said, still smiling. She sat across from me on the sofa. I took the first bite… and immediately spat it out. “What

Rani aunty said as we looked at our plates consisting of fried rice, dum aloo, shahi paneer, daal makhani, naan and gulab jamun with Papad. "Yes we hope both of you will love it," Shilpa aunty said. "Don’t worry aunty we will definitely enjoy it." Ranveer said and I nodded my head in a yes. ***** "Thank you for today. We enjoyed the day," I said. "You will come again, right?" they asked. "Yes we will come again," we both said at the same time. We bid Mom goodbye as Mom wanted to stay there for some time and sat in the car. "You didn’t have to lie that you were attracted to me the first time you saw me. You could have told the truth that how my father betrayed you and you married me because o

Kissing his cheek, she took his cloak and suitcase, calling behind her as she walked to keep them, "I made dinner, honey. You must be hungry" Xaver was hungry but he wasn't about to eat her shit. Crystal was obsessed with eating healthy. Drinking gallons of protein shakes everyday and never ever eating snacks. If she much as gives in and eats a slice of pizza, she'd throw it all up. On purpose. He wouldn't be surprised if she suffered from Orthorexia or the likes of it. Pulling out his cell phone, his forehead curved into a frown before he rumbled out, "I'm not hungry". Chinese take-out or pizza?