Wicked Cravings Novels & Stories

“He wants to be bred.” I let out a broken, high-pitched moan. My cock jerked again—untouched—sending another spill of cum out, weaker but just as humiliating. My muscles burned, legs trembled, throat raw from screaming. My hole was stretched to destruction, stuffed full by both demons, slick with sweat, spit, and cum. And still… I craved it. I whispered, “Don’t stop…” Lust laughed, cold and cruel. “Did you hear that?” “Begging for more after two loads,” Wrath growled. “You’re ruined.”

He could only pray someone would help him… he didn't want to be tainted by a crazy woman, he didn't want this! So he resisted even more, letting his body twist and turn, his bloodshot eyes poured out tears, he whimpered from the pain, but couldn't care, instead, he bit his lips and continued to fight her which made the crazy woman go even more insane. “Ahhh! Bastard! Bastard! I want to… I want to see you… Why can't I see your Stick! Why can't I see?!” Michelle yelled, so desperate, so excited with crazy rage.

Lucas, the swimming team captain and the school's biggest playboy, texted. As a response to his text, I roll my eyes and inquire, "Oh, really, when did you have time to think about me when you're busy as usual being a womanizer?" I knew very well last night that he didn't leave without a girl under his arm. Lucas changes girlfriends, just like the days in the calendar. No one has ever seen him with the same girl for two days. And there's a rumor going around school that he loves sex so much that he cannot go without it for a week. He's no different from a vampire who craves blood, but rather a man-whore who enjoys sleeping around with different females.

“It’s been… a long time. My ex never really cared about my pleasure. He’d just push my legs open, shove his cock inside me for a few minutes, grunt a couple times, and cum. Then he’d roll over and fall asleep. I’d lie there afterwards feeling used and empty, like my body was just a hole for him to use.” Dr. Marcus’s pen had stopped moving. His intense dark eyes were locked on me, burning with a heat that made my skin tingle. He shifted in his chair, uncrossing and then re-crossing his legs. I noticed the way his jaw tightened, the subtle movement of his throat as he swallowed. “I want to feel wanted,” I continued, my voice growing breathy. “I want someone to take their time with my breasts,

Within my grasp. Engorged myself in her scent. Her picture on the Craving Sugar website didn't do her any justice. Long, light brown hair flowed down the middle of her back in waves. Large doe eyes the color of gems stared up at me with trepidation mixed with want. Upturned nose wrinkled each time she watched me with curiosity. Pouty pink lips that would look beautiful stretched around my cock. Get it the fuck together. She's here for a paycheck and nothing more. The perfect sugar whore.

I was never with any other girl before I met her and before marrying her I used to think that I don’t know what a girl wants and it will be so hard to fulfill the wishes of a girl but it comes naturally with Naina. Bringing her flowers, thinking about her wishes, giving her something to see a smile on her face, I don’t want to think anything as it comes from the heart and now it is so difficult to sleep without her but sleeping with her is painful too. Someone I have to wake up and take a cold shower without waking her up and day by day it's getting hard as I can’t control myself from the day we kissed. I crave for her kisses. From the day she kissed me a lot of times I stopped myself from g

Vivian POV The streetlights flicker as I hurry home, Tyler Grayson’s words clawing at my mind like a song I can’t unhear. “You’re not what you think you are.” What does that even mean? My sneakers slap the pavement, the rhythm too fast, too frantic, matching the hum buzzing under my skin. It hasn’t stopped since I left the field, that strange, electric pulse that feels alive, like it’s trying to break free. I’m Vivian Harper, the girl who fades into the background at Westbridge High, not someone with secrets worth cryptic warnings. But as the sky darkens, the air heavy with the scent of rain and something wilder, I’m not so sure.

“‘Please… breed me… I need your cum deep inside my womb…’” Damien’s eyes darkened with raw lust. He leaned over me, thrusting deeper, more possessively. “That’s right,” he rasped, voice thick. “Beg me to breed you. Tell the book how badly your greedy little cunt wants to be filled with my seed.” “‘Please breed me…’” I moaned, legs wrapping around his waist. “‘I want you to pump me full… I want to feel your cum flooding my womb… I want you to get me pregnant…’”

She pulled me up and kissed me deeply, tasting herself on my tongue. “You’re getting addicted, aren’t you?” she whispered against my lips, her hand sliding between my thighs to cup my soaked pussy. “You came here hating me, and now you’re licking my cunt like you can’t get enough.” I whimpered as she slowly circled my clit again. “I… I shouldn’t want this.” “But you do,” she said, sliding two fingers back inside me. “You’re going to crave this. Crave me. Even when you’re lying next to your husband at night.”

I want to scream in frustration. So this is lust — diabolical, torture, highly distracting. Would not recommend before or during important life decisions. I wiggle against him, logic officially evicted. All I’m left with are cravings I didn’t know existed — raw, insistent, laughably dramatic. Nothing I’ve ever done on my own even comes close. These wants feel ancient, embarrassing, and powerful enough to make my brothers spontaneously combust if they knew. “Damion —” I beg. He moans — low and rough — the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard. I flood in my panties.