Wicked Cravings Novels & Stories

They asked my wife questions as they punished her pussy with their thick dicks. They asked, "Are you going to get fucked by other guys now? We have violated your married pussy. So you can let others fuck you now. You need more big dick now don't you sweetie? You are a little slut wife now. Do you want me to violate your married womb with my sperm? Do you want me to make your flat little tummy swell? Do you want me to make a baby inside you? Come on you sweet little fuck doll; tell me! Tell me baby doll!" "I DO!" she screamed to my surprise. "DO IT TO ME! SHOOT IT INSIDE ME! LET ME FEEL YOUR CUM IN ME! MAKE ME PREGNANT! MAKE ME HAVE A BABY!"

I didn't return to the healing sanctuary. After all, there was no place for me there anymore. Instead, I dragged my battered body toward the gray fringe at the edge of the pack's territory. It was the pack's place of exile. It was home to criminals, the deranged, and dangerous werewolves who practiced forbidden techniques—all cast out by the pack. I had never dared to come near this place before. But now, I felt like I was one of them. I walked for what felt like forever until my vision went dark. In the end, I couldn't hold on any longer and collapsed into a pile of dried leaves.

Deadlines. I hate them. And I hate them even more when I am ovulating, craving a dick I didn't have at my disposal. I am as single as a loose thread. Everything suddenly seems as if it is choking my neck, and I wish I could scream so loud someone shoves their massive cock down my mouth to shut me up. But it was past 9. And I was the only one left in the office because deadlines were eating my ass off. How I wished it was something else eating me off. Something soft that is pink and made up of flexible muscles. A fucking tongue.

Taking one last look at her, my gaze settled on her wet folds, the spot on the bed was already dampened from how wet she was. “You're so greedy,” I whispered before I softly sucked on her clit. Her back arched and she grabbed a fistful of my hair, pulling me in even more. My tongue lapped against her folds, licking and sucking, then they settled on her entrance and I pushed into her. “Fuck,” her thighs squeezed tightly against the sides of my head, but that didn't stop me. Her taste was addictive and I wanted all of it. “I can't, I can't take it anymore.”

She had become a nonstop cock addict, shameless in her cravings, begging for him multiple times a day like the broken stepsister whore she had fully embraced. That morning, after he had already fucked her senseless in their bed, the need returned stronger than ever. Raven could barely make it through a simple breakfast on the terrace before the ache between her legs became unbearable again. Her thighs were sticky with his earlier creampie, yet she wanted more. I needed more. The hormones had turned her into something feral and desperate, her mind foggy with lust even as her body grew heavier with their child.

Guilt tore through me, but it only made me wetter. “Adrian… we have to stop,” I whimpered, even as I pushed back against his cock. “This is too wrong… even for us.” He reached around and rubbed my clit fast, pounding me deeper. “Then why is this pussy creaming so hard around me? You love being my dirty little secret on my wedding day, don’t you?” “Yes… fuck, yes I do,” I moaned, completely losing myself. “I’m such a horrible person… but I need your cock.”

Pinned me against the wall and took what he wanted. I woke up before sunrise, my body burning. The sheets felt too warm against my skin. All night I had dreamed of them. Julian’s confident hands sliding down my waist. Marcus’s strong arms pinning me against the wall. In my dreams they did not ask. They simply took what they wanted. What I secretly craved. Stop it, Clara. You are married. But my body did not listen. Heat pooled between my legs as I remembered Julian’s smile and Marcus’s intense stare. I wanted them so badly it scared me.

The washing machine shook under us. Her pussy clenched around my cock, sucking me in with every thrust. It felt different this time, riskier, knowing people were home. That made it hotter. My obsession with her was getting worse. I thought about her constantly, her smell, the way she challenged me, the sounds she made when she came. “Tell me how much you need this dick,” I growled against her neck, biting down as I slammed into her. She gasped, pushing back to meet me. “I need it. I fucking crave it now. Every time you look at me I get wet. This is so wrong but I don’t care anymore. Don’t stop, please.”

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.

FORBIDDEN CRAVINGS Story 1: His Little Secret (Lila’s POV) I woke up with my body still humming from last night. My pussy felt sore and sticky — Ethan’s cum had dried on my thighs, but I could still feel the ghost of his thick cock stretching me while Alex listened from his room. My cheeks burned as I remembered moaning louder on purpose. I had wanted my brother to hear me. I slipped on a tiny white tank top and pink cotton shorts with nothing underneath. My nipples were already hard against the thin fabric. When I walked into the kitchen, Alex was already there.