Uncontrollable Lust 소설 & 이야기

Rather than just turning him down, she can let him know what she is thinking. What she wasn’t aware of was that her words are turning him on more. He can’t let her go now. It’s not easy for him to find someone who can drive him to this uncontrollable lust. He loves sex, but he can’t do it on a casual basis. It doesn’t turn him on. This girl is different. She can do nothing and yet drive him mad with arousal like he is fed with an aphrodisiac.

"After that, I made a promise. I promised myself I would never be weak like that. Never need anyone that much. Never give someone the power to break me the way he was broken." The room went so quiet she could hear her own breathing. "Then you came along," he said, his voice dropping lower. "And I didn't know what to do with what I felt. I was terrified of it. Terrified that if I let myself love you, I would lose control, lose everything, become my father all over again. So I did the one thing I knew how to do. I tried to control it. I tried to turn you into something I could manage. Something I could hold without losing myself."

On the verge of a sexual orgy, lust was driving my young white wife to be fucked by dark strangers. A lone lusty Emma, a naked white woman, was going to have sex with multiple dark cocks of strangers. What was driving them? Was it the lust of seeing a young naked white woman who wanted to be gangbanged? Surely, lust and sexual desire were causing this extreme arousal. Lust, in me seeing my wanton naked wife, was causing my permanent erection, albeit it paled in comparison and color as to what was lined up for Emma.

"You were together. Intimate. I felt it. Through my abilities." Trina went pale. "Hope, sweetheart..." "The Architects felt it too. They're watching everything. They say desire without commitment shows human weakness. That lust without love proves we're base creatures." "It wasn't just lust," Nickey said. "Then what was it? Love? Because the Architects want to know. They're asking me directly. Is what you have love or obsession? Connection or addiction? Your answer affects their judgment." Nickey and Trina looked at each other. The question neither wanted to face.

He was so big and hard. Then he grabbed my wrist and pushed me back. “No!” he said, breathing heavily. “This is sin. We cannot do this. Go back to your room and pray for forgiveness.” His eyes were full of lust and guilt at the same time. He turned away from me. I felt disappointed but not defeated. I left quietly, my body burning with need. That night under my blanket I fucked myself like crazy. Three fingers deep in my pussy, imagining it was him. I came twice but it wasn’t enough.

She wanted to know why I left the party like that. I ignored the message. If I was to tell her why I left the party, I'd have to tell her why I gambled and cheated Rick and his boys. It is something I was ashamed to explain, something no one knows about, except me. I hear my mum's car drive into the mansion. I looked out my window and Alexandra was with them. She still looked pale, unable to walk by herself without mum and her dad's support. I shut the curtains, glaring at my phone on the bed. “Let's make things even.” I muttered to myself as I reached for my phone, opening up the I*******m app.

I didn't know her motive but I was sure she didn't just do this out of kindness. "So, it's true that the Alpha's heir is unable to love. If you know what love is, you will understand why I chose to beg with you and then live the life of Luna's sister. I wish I could stop myself from loving you, but love is uncontrollable." She looked so disappointed. I sprang up and rushed to her before she would break into tears. I hugged her tight. "I promise, to love you and no other, till the end of my life," I whispered into her ear. I said the words to stop her from crying but it only made her outburst faster.

But why could I not control myself when I was around him? I knew it was the handiwork of lust. I had been lusting over him for days now and so when he all but threw himself on me, I was ready to accept it with such open arms. But deep down, it wasnt what I wanted. He was just a means to and end and if I did have sex with him, the end would be pretty near and thats why I couldn't do it, because if I did do it, he would realize very quickly that I never wanted him in the way that he may want me.

“Because when it comes to you, control is the only thing I’m losing.” Something in his tone broke through her anger. For a second, she saw past the teasing, past the smirk, saw the man underneath, raw and desperate and wanting. She closed her eyes. “You’re infuriating.” “Then stop kissing me back,” he said, his voice rough. But she didn’t stop. The room filled with the sound of their heavy breathing, the air thick with emotion: anger, desire, confusion, all tangled together until she didn’t know where one ended and the other began.

He tells me as he continues pushing a finger up my ass. Once it was in completely the burning sensation became pleasurable. I moaned at the feeling. He fingered me hard and fast opening up the hole. He added a second finger and a third finger. I felt full but it felt so good. Nick removes his fingers abruptly and I whine at the feeling of emptiness. He looks around the room, searching for something. "What are you looking for?" I ask. He ignores me. He returns with the oil jar and pours the oil on his dick and my dick and asshole.