Freddy Pomee Novels & Stories

The more the merrier, after all. Benny was handsome and silver-tongued. In just a few words, he had Rita completely charmed. But I felt deeply uncomfortable and thoroughly disgusted. From the moment he walked in, he'd been slinging mud at me. That little speech just now sounded like an explanation and an apology, but really, it just reinforced the whole "freeloader" and "burden" labels all over again.

It wasn't until his body froze to the point where he couldn't maintain his balance and collapsed face-first into the snow. Someone called 911, and he was taken to the hospital. My assistant asked if I wanted to deal with it. I said no. It had nothing to do with me. After that, Presley didn't leave Norwell. If anything, it seemed like he'd thrown out whatever was left of his pride, because he started showing up near my apartment every day. Sometimes in the lobby, sometimes in the parking lot, and sometimes he'd just plant himself by the emergency stairwell exit.

"Kitty Softpaws falls asleep fast on the leather couch because of the long training hours at the Horner family market holdings," Goldie Lockhart says in a very quiet voice while standing inside the executive dining suite. "He is completely tired from checking the supply crates." "The young soldier works too much for the Softpaws crime family," Jack Horner says as he steps right inside the wide doorway. "The poor kid is out like a dark night lamp." He takes the heavy black tactical blanket from the chair and places it over the sleeping boy.

“Make out with Jake.” What the heck was she thinking? Jake was the arrogant bully who had tormented me and made my life a living hell for years, and she expected me to make out with him. Jake leaned in with a disgusting smirk, grabbing my waist tightly and pulling me closer to him. His breath reeked of beer and cigarettes. “Come om, prude. Don’t be a fucking tease,” Jake said, his tongue licking his lips in a disgusted pattern, and I almost puked. Something in me snapped.

“We really haven't.” “We should remedy that,” Freddie said, nudging my arm with a grin. I raised a brow. “What, like right now?” “No time like the present.” He leaned back against the railing like this had been his spot all night. “Cassie Monroe. The girl who broadcasts like a pro and takes cherry slushie showers like a champ.” I narrowed my eyes. “You mean the slushie you schemed?” He held up both hands, mock-innocent. “Allegedly.”

She imagined his cock buried inside her pussy as he was going back and forth on her, crushing her body with his muscled frame. "Oh, yes." She moaned loudly, her walls were spasming around her fingers, he was groaning over her face. "Come, baby girl." The man licked her parted lips and murmured into them. "Come for daddy." "Ah, fuck!" She screamed loudly as coming, her body trembling vigorously. She let out a final scream. "Daddy!!" Then her fluids flooded over her fingers and her whole body arched. After a few seconds of swimming in euphoria, her body fell on the bed. She was panting, sweating, still trembling slightly. That was the best finger cum she had ever done.

“What did you say?” Freddy was gorgeous, tall with a muscular build, and far too many tattoos for polite society. He had that bad boy vibe down to a science. Back in the day, he’d rebelled against his parent’s wishes, smoked far too much weed, and somehow ten years of his life slipped away. Now, at twenty-eight, Freddy was pulling his life together. Not only was he almost finished with his Bachelor of Science at the community college, but he’d also cut back on the weed and booze so he could help more at The Grind.

When my jaw began to ache, he pulled out and lifted me back onto the couch, positioning me on all fours. He slapped my ass sharply — once, twice — the sting blooming into delicious heat. I moaned, pushing back toward him. “You like that?” he asked, rubbing the warmed skin. “Yes,” I breathed. Another firm spank landed, then he gripped my bound wrists with one hand, using them like a handle as he lined up his cock with my entrance. “Tell me who this pussy belongs to,” he demanded, teasing the head along my soaked folds. “You,” I whimpered. “It belongs to you, Damien.”

"My father is very rich. But I warn you, you won't get away with it." Fredy snorted and turned to me. "You! Take good care of that kid. Cook and buy him new clothes to keep him comfortable. We can make a lot of money from him, so don't let him get scratched, dirty, and hungry." I nodded, and Fredy handed me a credit card. "Go to the supermarket and do a little shopping. Don't stay long, and be back soon. I have to go again." I know what kind of man Fredy is. He's a cruel man who won't hesitate to kill to get what he wants, and even though I'm afraid of him, I don't want to continue giving in to his demands.

We don’t really keep contact. Freddie’s not in the country I think. The last time I saw him was four years ago. He talked about relocating to Cuba. Cage isn’t really committed. He’s still single and he took over the italian mafia. Ace. Damn Ace, he’s still hot and obviously single. Piper and Brandon are still my closest friends till date. Brandon moved to LA to pursue his career while Piper is still in New York. She works as an accountant now.