Wild Obsession Novels & Stories

She arched her backside up to him in eager, silent invitation. He drove himself all the way inside her with a hoarse shout, crushing her onto the bed with his big, hot body and claiming her completely, and she finally began to understand what his harsh warning had meant. She clutched handfuls of the sheet, trembling in confusion. Panic was mixing crazily with excitement as he drove his thick shaft in and out of her in a deep, savage rhythm that bordered on violence; but she knew instinctively that he was too skillful her mate to hurt her. It was his very skill that was so dangerous, his intense, seductive power battered down her defenses, demanding that she yield herselfup. She could lose he

That desire was more of a growing obsession and that was step two of my addiction. Find out everything. I pulled out his passport and flipped it open to the page with his photo. Judging by the date, he recently renewed it and updated the picture. Damn. There goes a possible giggle-fest. I set it back into the drawer and found nothing of interest in the top one, so I moved to the second one. Now, this was a goldmine of sexual goodness. Condoms, a couple of different lubes, and… A bullet? “Anything good in there?”

Woken him from his dream. Since when did Yang Tian-Xu become such a pervert? He would asked himself these questions the moment he woken up from his erotic dream. The frustration angered him inside, like a missing part of a puzzle that he couldn’t find. Struggling to get out of his bed, he head towards the annoying alarm sounds.

Out back by the over"owing Dumpster, the stench of rotting gar- bage a strange aphrodisiac, or hidden in the dusty storeroom where the shadows danced like secrets. Sometimes, even in his truck, the rain drumming a frantic rhythm on the roof as he drove her wild. His hands tangled in her hair, pulling just hard enough to sting, his voice a low, guttural hum of need. She didn't know what drew them back together, again and again, like moths to a "ickering, dangerous "ame. Maybe it was that they both knew what it felt like to crave something, someone, they shouldn't. Or maybe it was the thrill of the secret, the intoxicating rush of danger that was its own kind of drug. A potent, addictive poiso

His face is buried in my neck, lips brushing my pulse as he whispers against my skin, voice hoarse and reverent. “I’d burn the whole fucking world for you… and you know it.” He stays inside me, softening slowly, our bodies still joined as we catch our breath. His hand strokes my hair gently now, the contrast between the raw, desperate fucking and this tender aftermath making my chest ache with something deeper than lust. I’m his. And he’s completely, dangerously obsessed with me.

She was in complete control of when and how I would c*m. She was very good at this. "What?" she asked, playing naïve and innocent as she slowly massaged my swollen nuts with her tongue. "Please... I need to c*m!" I said, unable to hide my need. "I cannot think straight!" "You want me to make you c*m?" she asked, kissing each of my balls. "You want Lisa Warden, the biggest wh*re in the neighborhood, to make you c*m? You want the trashiest piece of ass in the neighborhood to give you the biggest orgasm of your life?" she asked, licking the underside of my d*ck, ending with a flourish at the tip. My face was twisted in blissful agony. I badly needed to c*m. The pressure was almost too much to t

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That was why he regarded Vishal as his real son instead of as a grandson. "Hunhum..." His father, Vikram cleared his throat and everyone of them sat upright. "Son, I've called you here today for two important things. First, what do we do about the threats from the Black Moon pack? They are really going all out to step on our toes. I would have loved to send our warriors to them and start a full scale war but their terrain is dangerous and they still have three of our high school girls with them. Intelligence reports reaching me from one of our spies is that they are running a very organized prostitution ring. She-wolves are captured and when they are in heat, they are made to sleep with men

What I craved. But they never lasted. No one could. They always broke. No one could receive my hunger and feed my starvation till satisfaction. Inside me laid a beast waiting to be tamed. Toying with my latest addition was my new favorite obsession. She had some fire in her, and her defiant stare that looked like staring into the abyss, did things to me. I found myself intoxicated by the sheer scent of her. It drove me wild. I liked wild. I loved watching as she fought against the odds. Seeing her feel that ghost of fear that crawled like spiders underneath her porcelain skin. I want to hurt her so fucking good. And Gods… I wanted to fuck her so good.

The deeper we walked into the pack grounds, the more raw and depraved the scenes became. A female alpha was fucking a male beta right in the middle of the main path, her thick strap-on slamming into his ass while he moaned like a bitch in heat. Another group was in a full orgy near a large bonfire — at least fifteen wolves tangled together in a mess of limbs, tongues, cocks, and pussies. Cum dripped everywhere. No one cared who was watching. I was eighteen. Pure. Innocent in every sense. But as I walked through this den of savage, unrestrained lust, something dark and terrifying stirred deep inside me.