Addicted Novels & Stories

He was really something else. I made my way towards the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. My skin was flushed and there were red marks all over my neck and chest. I traced them with my fingers as a small smile played around the corner of my lips. He does know to pleasure a woman, I'll give him that. God, he was so fucking addicting, like a drug and I couldn’t get enough of him. I thought about all the women who had a share of him and felt a pang of jealously.

caused the fire and Chrissy was well aware of it, So tell me, what makes this so special that Chrissy cannot plant those drugs in Adam's bag considering the fact that she wasn't on good terms with me or him but yet she miraculosly stopped that night and helped him home, she apologised for everything she did to him and yes, she was the last time to see him, suddenly Adam gets arrested early in the mor ning because someone had allegedly tipped them that he was hoarding drugs and was a drug smuggler. What does that spell out to you." She yelled at him. "You will tell me the truth right now Chrissy, why did you do what you did? What harm did nAdam ever do to you, why did you do this?"She yelled

He never wanted to stop, he had a new found addiction. Forbidden, but it felt so right and damn it he didn't give a fuck anymore.

But soon as the time passed he got addicted to it, and before he could realise the drug began to consume him. But after last night, he understood that his addiction isn’t only consuming him but also affecting other peoples around him. He surely was jealous when Jenny unbotherly danced and enjoyed herself so much in front of all the audience in the club. He wasn’t happy with what he saw in Jenny, she was happy without him while he’s not. That’s the truth even if he denied to accept it, he’s not happy without her and he realised it only after leaving her. And till the time he realised this, it was already too late. In order to calm his racing nerves he took drug

He snarled, face close to mine, breath hot against my mouth. “Yes—” The word tore out of me, raw and desperate. “By you. I’m your hole. Use me. Fuck me harder—please—I need it—” He did. The pace turned brutal. Skin slapped against skin so hard it stung. His cock dragged over that sensitive spot on every withdrawal and slammed back in with enough force to make my toes curl. Words spilled out of me half-curses, half-pleas—begging him not to stop, telling him how full I felt, how good the stretch was, how much I wanted him to break me open.

I whispered, My voice hoarse. He smirked, still hard and hungry, stroking his cum slick cock against my cheek. I woke up gasping, my hand shoved between my thighs. My shorts were soaked my pussy still throbbing and dripping from the dream. The clock says 3:07 AM. The fan spun lazily above me while my fingers kept rubbing my swollen clit, chasing that filthy high. “Fuck… I’m sick,” I whispered into the dark. “Can’t believe I’m this addicted to dreaming about my own step brother’s cock… I need help.”

“So we don’t dismiss it. We admit the addiction has an emotional body now. And we still ice. We still yellow. We still have a meeting at ten. That is how far in we are.” She closed her eyes. Marked. Used. Full. Dawn in the loft. The all-night immersion had not emptied the craving. It had made the weight impossible to call anything else—and neither of them, raw under the beam, was going to pretend the next free night would be spent sleeping.

“Get Daddy nice and wet. I’m going to breed you soon.” I took him into my mouth eagerly, sucking and licking while saliva dripped down my chin. Aiden casually checked his phone with one hand while slowly fucking my throat with shallow thrusts. Every few minutes he would push my head down until my nose pressed against his pelvis and hold me there, cutting off my air until my eyes watered. I gagged and drooled, but I didn’t fight it. I was starting to crave the roughness. This is addiction, I realized as tears slipped down my cheeks. Real addiction. I barely remember what my apartment looks like. My camera is collecting dust in the corner. All I think about is being full of him.

“Even when he comes back, you’ll still sneak over here every chance you get. Mommy still needs her young cock. And you’re going to keep feeding it to me, aren’t you, baby?” Jake nodded, already addicted beyond saving. “Yes, Mommy.”

“What now.” “Now we wait.” --- Adrian called at two in the afternoon. Kael looked at the name on the screen for two rings before answering. "I've been thinking about the integration," Adrian said. His voice had a quality to it Kael hadn't heard before. Careful in a different way. Not the practiced smoothness of a man controlling a conversation but the tightness of one monitoring himself. "I think we should accelerate." "I told you. I'm not moving until the secondary review is complete."