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Octavia Thornton has hated Axel Kingston from the minute he spilt his red jungle juice down her favourite white dress during freshman year.
She declared them enemies, but you what made it more exciting?
They were enemies with ben...
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I was a whore and there was no denying that.
I was a self-diagnosed nymphomania, at the tender age of Nineteen all I could think about was sex and when I'd be getting my next fix.
Sex was like a drug to me and if the chance came, you bet your ass I'd be snatching that up like the last piece of crack an addict could muster up.
I'm not entirely sure how or when I turned out like this, after losing my virginity at Fourteen I had a craving for sex more than most—which wasn't a bad thing...honestly.
I thought it was wrong at first— to be this horny all the time, but as I grew older, I realised I could use it to my advantage.
I was confident enough within myself— five foot seven, curvy in all the right places, a generous ass and a nice pair of tits that were recently pierced over summer break.
I had that type of confidence that I knew if I wanted to, then I could go home with anyone my mind was set on, so all in all, it wasn't too bad having a sex addiction.
All self diagnosed of course, no doctor had actually diagnosed me with having a sex addiction, the only thing I've been diagnosed with was chicken pox... when I was four years old.
The only down fall was if I couldn't find anyone to satisfy my pleasure, then I'd have to do it myself, but I'd much rather have someone else slamming into me causing an orgasm than my vibrator—sorry Lulu, but not really.
Axel's tongue lapping across my nipple knocked me out of my daydream, causing a small whimper to escape my lips and my eyes to roll back.
"Fuck." He hums out.
His hands squeeze at my hips as I bounce up and down on his dick, the sensation of his tongue lapping around the metal imbedded in my swollen nipples causes my back to arch, my tit going further into his mouth and the feeling sending a wave of satisfaction through my body.
My right hand reaches up grabbing the back of his hair, my fingers twirling around the chestnut locks, lightly tugging at them as his hips thrust up meeting mine.
His hands on my hips squeeze at me more as I stare into his emerald eyes, eyes I've become so accustomed to. The lust pouring out of them and his heavy breaths fanning with mine causes me to clench as I drop back down on him.
"Fuck Ava." And in a quick movement his lips attach to mine, a hand pushing its way into my hair and pulling at it slightly.
The kiss is anything but soft, he make his dominance known when he slips his tongue in my mouth and sucks on my own.
Our tongues fighting against each-other, each trying to take control and the low growl escaping the back of his throat causes me to slam down on him harder and faster.
I'm so close to having my third orgasm of the night, my thighs burn with anticipation. Breaking away from the kiss to get some much needed oxygen in my lungs, my mouth begins trailing kisses from his jaw down to his collarbone then back up.
