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Addiction is a wild concept. At first, it’s euphoric. Each time the needle hit his vein with the beautiful substance that was Dilaudid, the endorphins in his brain would skyrocket. Or so he felt. Addictive drugs create positive emotional states, allowing us to escape the negative emotional states. But as time goes on, a tolerance is built and the need for more, and more, and more becomes strong to feel something. Though Spencer is no longer on Dilaudid, he thinks about it every so often. You can never quite get rid of the cravings.
Spencer tried hard to ensure that he never got addicted to another substance ever again. The idea of allowing something to control his life again made him disgusted with himself. He only drank alcohol socially, he stayed away from any and all narcotics, and he never once dared to touch a cigarette or vape. However, the one thing he had not thought about was you. The day he slept with you for the first time was like the first time he ever had Dilaudid and god, he was addicted to you.
The blood pumping through his veins every time you are around, the automatic dopamine rush he gets when you’re next to him, he craved you, needed you. Spencer knew the signs of addiction. He experienced them before and now he’s experiencing them again. The only difference? He likes being addicted to you. He did not like being addicted to Dilaudid. That and the fact that he could never gain a tolerance to you. Every time you’re together is like the first time he’s ever seen you.
The feeling of your cunt on his cock always sent him into overdrive. You were always so wet and so tight. It always took every ounce of his being to not explode inside of you the moment he entered you. You were the embodiment of the perfect drug. With your beauty and the sluttiness of your whines and moans, you never failed to make Spencer want more. He is not satisfied until you’re completely satisfied. And god, do you taste like absolute heaven.
Spencer adored burying his face into your cunt, running his tongue along your pussy. Your juices coat his lips and nose while he sucks on your clit or buries his tongue in your hole. And the way you grip his hair and clench your thighs around his face, forcing him to stay between them. He would die a happy man if he died from suffocating in your pussy.
The best times to fuck you? When he comes home from a long case, you’re on the bed, dressed in some beautiful lingerie outfit, waiting oh-so-patiently like the good girl you are. “Tell me how you want it,” is always the first thing you say to him. And without a doubt, Spencer will always drop to his knees to eat you out first. And after you’ve cum once, he’ll do it again. And again. And again. And again. Until your legs are quivering and shaking because he just cannot get enough of you. Only then does he fuck you into oblivion with no other care in the world.
Addiction is a bitch. Anyone and everyone that suffers from it can tell you that. But you? You were the drug that Spencer needed until his very last dying breath. Because although sex with you is pretty spectacular and addictive, he’s also completely and utterly enamored by you.