ROXY’S POV

“Fuck it!” I cursed as I dug my hand inside my bag, my fingers fumbling for cigarettes as I stumbled out of my therapist's office, my head spinning. It was another long session and useless attempt to "cure" my insatiable hunger for sex and sensation.

I'd tried everything to help me stop, from therapy, medication and even experimental treatments - but nothing worked. The craving was still there, lighting up my skin each minute. I lit the cigarette with shaky hands and took a long drag, hoping the nicotine would take the edge off.

My stride lengthened as I hurried down the steps of the clinic, my mind was already drifting to the hot young intern at my office, to the way his shirt clung to his muscles whenever he bent over his desk. The musky scent of his cologne that always evoked wetness between my pussy whenever he passed by, oh the way he bit his lip when he concentrated.

If only I got one chance with him. Just one chance, I bit my button lip slowly, imagining the grunts that would escape his lips when I rode on him, bouncing on him as his hands touched me.

I could almost feel his hands on my skin, his breath hot against my neck. Just five minutes alone with him, I’d—

“Shit.” I slammed into someone. I staggered back, my cigarette falling from my fingers.

Two strong hands caught my arms before I could stumble. “Whoa. You okay?”

I looked up and froze.

I lifted my head to apologize, but I froze the moment my eyes met his. He was the most gorgeous man I'd ever seen. He was over six feet tall, a dark-haired man with eyes that saw right through me. He was wearing some sex evoking scent that instantly slid up my nose, sent a thrill straight down my spine, and coiled between my thighs.

I swallowed, my mouth going dry. I pressed my thighs together, feeling my pussy clenching, getting wet from his scent and the lustful look in his eyes. His shirt clung to his body and I couldn’t help but look at each bulging chest muscle he had. My eyes dropped to his hand still holding my arm. Veins, rough skin and big fingers.

Just how I loved them. Big enough to cup my ass and spank them right.

"I’m sorry," he said, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through my spine. “Are you sure you’re okay?" He asked as one of his brow arched, slow and cocky.

I nodded mutely, unable to form words. He stepped closer to me, his brown eyes roaming over my body in a way that made me want to strip naked right there on the street.

I should’ve walked away. I should’ve remembered everything my therapist said about staying grounded, about breathing through the urge.

But I couldn’t breathe.

He was still looking at me. Not just looking—scanning. Like he saw through my clothes, through my skin, right down to the pool forming between my legs.

"Are you sure?" he purred, stretching out his hand to brush a strand of hair from my face.

I flinched at his touch, my skin tingling and burning. I knew I should go, I should get away before I did something stupid. But I was frozen, hypnotized by his sexiness, by the promise of pleasure and lust in his eyes.

‘Remember your therapy,’ a small voice in my head whispered. ‘Think of something practical, something like your work visa's expiry date...’

Heat crawled up my legs, gathering in my belly, tightening everything inside me. My thighs pressed together before I could stop them, my folds were now hyper aware of how empty it was.

His eyes flicked to my lips, then to my breasts, and then back to my eyes. He licked his lips and swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbed.

Oh God.

I could already picture it—him behind me, pinning me against a wall, growling in my ear while I begged. His hands digging into my hips, his cock—

Stop. Roxy, you need to stop.

“No,” I muttered to myself, I couldn't do that. I had to be strong, I had to resist. I couldn't let my addiction control me anymore.

“What?” he asked.

“Nothing.” I yanked myself free, and did the next best thing I could, I held onto my purse and sprung on my feet, running as fast as my feet could take me.

“You dropped something!” He shouted, but I didn’t look back. I kept on running, ignoring his calls. I ran until my lungs burned and my legs ached, until I was safely outside my apartment, my hands shaking as I fumbled in my purse, looking for my keys.

My body was aching with need. I could still picture his face clearly, that handsome face, his strong body, the way he smelled. It was arousing enough to make me dizzy with want.

The door opened with a creak and I quickly shut it, hurrying to be on my bed.

I stripped off my clothes as I stumbled into my bedroom, leaving a trail of discarded garments behind me. By the time I reached my room, I was naked, my skin flushed and hot. I could feel my nipples hardening under his eyes, my pussy clenching under his command, already so wet and ready.

I fell back on my bed, panting fast. My skin still tingled from the slight touch when he brushed my hair out of my face.

I closed my eyes, letting the image come back again. The way his lust filled eyes had lingered on my breasts before sliding back up to my eyes, and then back to my lips, the way he had licked his lips as he looked at me, and I caught the way his Adam’s apple bobbed when he swallowed.

“Fuck!” I grunted and quickly walked to my nightstand and dove into it, grabbing my favorite toys - a thick, veined black dildo and a bullet vibrator. I plopped back on the bed, spreading my legs wide, letting the cool air caress my wet folds.

I flicked on the vibrator, holding it to my sensitive nipple as I closed my eyes and imagined it was his tongue on me, licking, flicking and sucking at my sensitive bud.

“Arghhh..” I gasped at the sensation, my back arching off the bed.

I hit play on my phone—an audio file full of moans, deep voices, filthy growls. I didn’t care about names or faces. Just the sound of a man losing control, just long enough for me to imagine it was real.

The first one played, a low, throaty groan filled the room, making my pussy throb with need.

I tossed the phone aside and laid back, spreading my legs wide. I was already dripping wet, my clit throbbing with need. I couldn't wait any longer.

"Fuck," I moaned, my free hand sliding down my quivering belly to my aching pussy. I pressed the vibrator against my clit, crying out at the overwhelming sensation. I could almost feel his hot mouth on me, his tongue delving deep into my folds, teasing me mercilessly.

I thrust the dildo into my soaked entrance, groaning as it stretched me open. I pumped it in and out, faster and harder, as the audio played on. Each moan and groan made my walls flutter around the thick shaft, drawing it deeper.

I let my hand slide down gently between my legs, imagining it was his gentle touch sliding between them, teasing me.

I continued to fuck myself with the dildo, imagining it was his hard cock filling me up, stretching me wide. I pumped it in and out, harder and faster. Moan after moan from the audio filled the room, each one making me clench around the toy, drawing it deeper.

I was lost in the fantasy, lost in the sensation. I imagined him. Pressed against me. Stretching me and whispering filth into my ears.

"Please," I whimpered, fucking myself harder, faster, desperate for release. "Please, I need you. I need your cock. Fuck me, fuck me hard."

The audio reached a high, a climax of male pleasure and grunts that pushed me over the edge. I came with a scream, my body convulsed, my pussy gushing around the dildo. Wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over me, washing away everything but the blinding pleasure. My body shook from the high as the waves played out.

I stared at the ceiling fan as it spun. My hand went limp. The vibrator buzzed beside me, still on.

But even as I lay there, I knew it wouldn't be enough, it never was.

As soon as I caught my breath, the ache would return, the hunger gnawing at me again. It was a vicious cycle, one I didn't know how to break. But for now, I let myself enjoy the afterglow. I let myself imagine that I was still in his arms, that he was still inside me, filling me up and completing me in a way nothing else ever could.