Romance Addicts Novels & Stories

I, Julian Lockley, am a sex addict, who likes the degradation of barely legal girls. I should have still been using it as a mantra to pull the fuck away from this divine creature, but I couldn’t do it. I was too far gone. Being a sex addict who liked defiling girls didn’t usually bring me peace in the aftermath. It brought me torment. The shadows of morality were usually ready to strike just as soon as I’d burst through my lust, but I felt no torment whatsoever with Rosie. I kissed her shoulder like a lover as we rested, skin to skin. This was the personification of romance itself. A magical experience, worthy of savouring for ever. Pictures would never do this justice. My camera would be re

We left the place reeking of sex, our bodies spent but souls full. Even in crisis, our happy relationship shone. Packing boxes between orgasms, laughing through the stress, reaffirming love with every thrust and whisper. The extreme addiction wasn't destroying us, it elevated us. Whatever came next, cheap motel fucks, job hunts mixed with risky public quickies, rebuilding somewhere new, our bond would only grow filthier and stronger. Lying among half-packed boxes, cum leaking from every hole, I smiled. "This is us. Addicted forever." Marcus kissed me deeply. "And happier than ever."

Alex’s POV I never believed in sex addiction until now. Jenny has made me a sex addict to her. She has also made me a love addict, a pleasure addict, a hug addict, a kiss addict, in short, a Jenny addict. For all these addictions are only associated with one person, my mesmerizing wife. She is the only one who can ignite that addiction in me. I want to feel myself inside her, taste her, hear her sexual voices and release, worship all her body parts, and do it all over again and again without tiring or stopping

I stood there trembling, dress rumpled, ass painted with his seed, pussy throbbing with unfulfilled need. Alexander pulled me into a deep, surprisingly gentle kiss, then whispered against my lips: “Go home, baby. Think about Daddy’s cock while you’re lying in bed tonight. Because this forbidden little secret? It’s only just beginning.” As I drove away, his cum still sticky on my skin and his words echoing in my head, I knew one thing for certain. I was completely addicted. And I couldn’t wait to be ruined.

It is a romance novel and never in my wildest dreams have I ever imagined Antonio to be a lover of novels; especially romantic novels. No wonder he is a terrific lover. He knows the right word to say and the right button to press to get me on my knees begging for him to take me. I smile to myself, my face flushing red in embarrassment. I can't believe I am thinking about the sex we had yesterday and how crazy it was. I really do not know what is wrong with me but I think I am becoming addicted to sex. Months ago, I was still a virgin. An innocent one dreaming of having my first time on my wedding night and now I am no longer a virgin and I crave it every day.

"Tell me about the book you were reading. What is it about?" P**n. Flushing, I bite my lip "It's a romantic story" and by romance, I mean a girl getting railed by three men at once. I wasn't kidding when I said I'd gotten to the spicy part. She was finally going to sleep with all three of them together. Lucky bitch. "Ah, you're a romantic then?" Anti-romantic. People who say they're in love are full of shit. I believe in power, loyalty, and money.

Cas’s hand fisted in Damien’s hair, hips bucking. “Fuck, Damien… just like that.” Cas’s voice was wrecked. His free hand found mine, squeezing. “You see how he sucks me? So fucking good.” I couldn’t look away. Damien’s head bobbed, cheeks hollowing, saliva dripping down Cas’s thick length. I leaned in, kissing Cas deeply while Damien worked him. “You two look incredible together.” Cas broke the kiss with a gasp. “Get over here, Mari. On my face.” I straddled his mouth eagerly, facing Damien. Cas’s tongue dove into me instantly, lapping at the mess of cum inside. “Oh—Cas!”

“And besides all that, I love the way you fucking taste. I love the way you smell. I love the sounds you make when we kiss. I love the way you give in to the kiss and to me when I’m getting lost in you. If you’re going to accuse me of anything, accuse me of being here because I want more kisses. I want more of your taste and smell. I’m so addicted to you that I was practically desperate to get here tonight just so I could kiss you.” I slide my hand into her hair. “If you want to accuse me of that, then I have no excuse. I’m addicted, Sloane. I’m addicted to you. After just one night, I can’t stop thinking about you. I can’t stop remembering the feel of your lips against mine. My lips tingle

“The title was Taming Sunrise. The story is about twins whose bond was tested when a man named Caleb entered the picture. Dawn, the heroine was a man-hater while Caleb was a girl magnet. These two who has an opposite personality has to cease fire to help the other twin – Dusk with her role. This book is filled with humor, romance and… spicy scenes so I do not recommend it to our young readers.” “I think I have a new book to hunt.” She chuckled. “Now, you mentioned the High School Love Affair earlier which was released last month, it was astonishing to see the progress of your book. It was immediately labeled as sold out in bookstores and was announced as bestseller worldwide. What do you fee

"Fine but you owe me." "Okay babes." All the eyes of the man were on them. One man even went up to Sabrina. "Miss how do you feel about being my woman." This was Cody a second generation rich kid. He partied till the sun came out. He had many woman around him begging for attention and he loved being the centre of attention. "No thanks I'm good." "Baby girl I.can take care of you and give you whatever you want in exchange for you." "No thanks but when I need a sugar daddy will call you."