Wicked Cravings Novels & Stories

And again it seems after I had woken up and wanted more. Good heavens I still wanted to kill him but I couldn’t I desperately went after him, I couldn’t help it that my body was craving him. Was it the juice, but it shouldn’t have made me drunk or horny like that. Was it the pregnancy hormones, I really didn’t find men interesting these days but it seemed the bastard was the exception. I seemed to crave him like I did food and that was not healthy, he was my boss and a bastard that I couldn’t stand.

He wasn’t used to a woman who didn’t tell him exactly how to make her cum, and he was eager for her to express her desires in detail. He wanted her to be his naughty kitten and would continue to encourage her until she was either too old to listen, or eventually relented and spoke up. “I want the wand,” she said at last. “I think after you make me cum a few times, I may agree to watch some of your movies with you.” Creighton smiled in shock. This was one thing he never thought she would ever agree to, but then that website he found on pregnancy and sex did say that women often experienced unusual sexual cravings while expecting.

Drool trailing down her chin like she belonged to this moment, to me. And God help me... I wanted to stay in sin with her forever. I pushed deeper, groaning low and raw. Her mouth tightened around me, every inch sending a fire straight to my core. I could feel myself slipping, unraveling with every desperate, wet kiss she pressed against me. "God... you're such a wicked girl," I whispered, voice trembling with need. "You're going to make me lose everything I've held onto." Her fingers clutched my hips, pulling me closer, urging me on without saying a word. I couldn't hold back anymore—my breath hitched, and I gave in, moaning her name like a prayer I wasn't supposed to say.

“Pound my wet, sinful pussy harder— yes— I’m squirting all over your demonic cock like a filthy slut!” The third was deep and prolonged. “It’s so fucking deep inside my womb… I can’t stop cumming,” she whimpered, voice breaking into a long, broken moan. “Destroy me… I’m flooding your cock… it won’t stop… I belong to the darkness now!”

"Look how hot you make him, how hungry. He couldn't wait to taste your cream, just like he can't wait to feel your mouth on his cock, or better yet, your sweet little pussy gripping him tight. And I'm going to be inside you as well, loving you, pleasing you, making you scream because you are the sexiest damn woman I've ever known." "Hell yes." Colin paused in his ministrations just long enough to mutter that agreement. Then he slid two fingers into my cunt and went back to nibbling on my swollen clit. My fangs were extended and my womb clenched - I was so close to coming again. Then Jack lifted one arm and brought his wrist to my mouth. "Bite me, sweet thing."

My wrists stayed locked in place. “Fuck… David… that feels so good…” He hummed against me and the vibration shot straight up my spine. He kept eating me with focused hunger. Lips sealing over my clit and sucking gently while his tongue flicked. Two fingers slid inside me easily because I was so wet. He curled them and rubbed that spot that made my toes curl. I was shaking already. Hips trying to press up into his mouth. Soft little moans slipping out even though I tried to stay quiet.

He had been waiting a lifetime for his mate, and the longer he waited, the more he withered inside. His wolf, Zodiak, had gone silent years ago, retreating deep within him, refusing to speak. Cole could still feel him there, a dormant presence buried beneath layers of resignation. But neither of them had the strength or hope to search anymore. Sure, he had dated women, but nothing ever panned out, nothing ever felt right. The longer Cole stood, leaning over the railing, the stronger the scent became, the wind brought to him a rich, sweet, almost sinful, like vanilla warmed by honey smell. It invaded his senses, igniting something primal in him.

But there was one truth I tried to bury… a craving I didn’t want to name. It wasn’t only one cock I craved for. Deep down... I wanted more. To be used, stuffed, filled until I couldn’t breathe, like the woman in that video. The thought alone shamed me even as it made me ache. But no, I would never cross that line. One cock is where I stop.

His hands circled my waist, pulling me closer until our bodies crashed. “Don’t worry, baby. I won’t do anything now.” his hoarse voice whispered into my ears. “But one day, you’d be wriggling under me, begging for my touch. When that time comes, I’ll make you cum twice.”

I couldn’t leave my room that day. Not after the close call. I stayed curled under the covers, body still throbbing from Mason’s tongue, mind replaying every filthy word and the dangerous hunger in his eyes. The ache between my legs refused to fade. I wanted him. Needed him. The forbidden pull had become unbearable. By morning, the craving consumed me completely. I slipped downstairs in nothing but a tiny pair of shorts that barely covered my ass, the fabric riding up with every step. The house was quiet. I poured myself a hot cup of coffee, the steam rising like my own restless heat.