Novel & Cerita Simply Addictive

Her answer was a small smile which drew my eyes to her lips, plump and Red like they've been bitten I was enamored... I am not a saint and I do not claim to be, I've had my fair share of girls, I am what people call a playboy but with me, you get the truth, I like sex like any other guy, lots of it, and from the beginning they know it's a no strings attached deal, some get clingy but like I said I'm not in for any strings....then why is my heart beating this fast and why are my palms sweaty and why can't I peel my eyes off her.

Jackie muttered under her breath as she watched her best friend leave. Cassie arrived at her school's prom, looking beautiful and breathtaking. Anyone who saw her will think she was a princess but that still didn't stop the whispers and the gossip. "Hi Cassie." "Hey?" Cassie replied, lost in Adam's breathtaking smile. This guy is every girls dream and she was lucky to be with him. "Care for a drink?" Adam asked as he stopped one of the waiters before she could even reply. "Here." "Thanks but..."

I miss her to death. Her smile, the charm of her lips, the soft flavor her name leaves in my mouth and something I wish never to admit- the fact she has an effect on me. It rubs off negatively a mirage of a marriage bound by a fake contract marriage is sizzling into my blood streams like an opioid. She’s worse than any drug known to man, and hers become addictive where you least expect, a step at a time thinking you have it under control and next it hits you so hard, you’re hooked so hard life becomes meaningless. It’s shocking to behold for days I’ve barely touched my work or files and with hard persuasion took an hour to respond to urgent business calls around the world and a stockpile of

Fucked senseless by a man who looks at me like I’m priceless. And God help me, I’m already addicted.

The taste of us mixed together was filthy and addictive. This was only round two of the night. And I was already addicted to being used.

The type that milks the sweetest vanilla… When they slurp on it, they drink to a stupor till they crave you every damn time. Little wonder why sugar is addictive? Too addictive that they damn the consequences; diabetes. Good. Own the best pussy and the last step, brag about it, just like I am now. Have it spread out wide on your mattress, finger it so well, have it purr on your bed sheet so that when he comes, it's your essence he sees and sniffs. The best perfume isn't Dior or Fenty, it's your pussy juice. Burst that slutty hole like a bitch!

WU Addiction, a habit or practice that damages, jeopardizes or shortens one's life but when ceased causes trauma. Addiction, no matter how fancy one describes it, it damages. It is the fact that you do something, you know hurts you. But just keep doing it, because of something temporary, something you feel. ~ Wu is a softie. Beneath those thick yards of woman material that craved drugs was just a really just a messed up piece of shit.

“We’re keeping you all weekend. No work. Just this. We’re going to fuck every hole until you can’t walk straight.” Messy smiled weakly, body buzzing, sore in the most delicious way. She pressed her face against Kane’s chest and whispered, “Yes, Daddies… please.” She was already addicted. And they had only just started.

“Did you know that you’re like a drug for me?” I furrowed my brow. “Drug?” He nodded, causing me to move my head as our foreheads were still touching. We must have looked silly, but I preferred being this close to him. I could feel him so intensely. “You’re my drug that I’m addicted to, and I can’t get enough of you. It’s like you’re the caffeine to my tired mornings, the sugar rush to my sweet tooth, and the adrenaline to my spirit.” He kissed my lips and smiled. “Every time I see you, it’s like a rush of euphoria that courses through my veins, leaving me craving for more. You’re the high that I can’t resist, the addiction that I willingly surrender to. Just like any addict, I find myself s

You’re caught in the grip of a craving that makes you feel more alive and more fucking miserable at the same time. The thought of her, the image of her perfect body, the way she tasted—it's a poison I can't escape. And now that I’ve had a taste, it’s not a matter of if I’ll be addicted. It’s a matter of how deep I’ll let it sink in before it consumes me whole. It is dangerous. Too dangerous for a man in power like me. But goddammit did she feel good.