Romans & histoires Freddy Rockstar

Baby shark doo doo doo doo doo doo… My head guard slowly looked up, his face pale with humiliation. “Sir…” he whispered, voice shaking. “It’s not a bomb.” The song continued happily. Baby shark doo doo doo doo doo doo… My jaw tightened so hard pain shot through my skull. Freddy hadn’t just fooled me. He had walked into my house alone, threatened me, kneeled me down, and offered me a devil’s deal. Then he walked out untouched and left me standing there listening to children’s music like a complete idiot.

Time became a blur as I concentrated on giving both men pleasure, grateful Keaton continued to run his fingers in circles around my clit, giving me an orgasm long before either men enjoyed their own. My pleasure helped me to relax, the waves rolling over me as the men both carried on setting their own rhythms and taking what they wanted from me. Trey was the first to finish, and no sooner had he pulled out of me than another man stepped forward, one I hadn’t seen the day before. “Hey, gorgeous,” he said. “I’m Dom. Keaton here says you’re the best thing about this city right now.” “Keaton’s my biggest fan,” I replied, aware he could hear every word. He chuckled as he picked up the pace, a lit

she began, “or is this your way of trying to win me over?” “I’d love to win you over, sure. But I don’t think this is the right way to do it, and that’s not why we’re here,” I said with a smile. Freya was one of the last people I would expect to be excited about going out with a celebrity. She probably thinks this is a chore instead of a bonus. She and Jester were cut from the same cloth—all they seemed capable of being excited about was cutting down Anomalies or hunting terrorists.

“No friends? No guy?” She waves a hand. “Freya’s visiting her grandparents. Bree and Jenna have dates.” “And you don’t?” Another wave, this one more reluctant. “The guy I want isn’t available.” “Got a girl?” I ask. “Something like that.” She’s clearly hiding something, but my sister will talk when she’s ready. So I say, “Well, he better be worth it if he’s making you feel like this.” Grey nods. “Yeah. He better be.” Then she eyes me. “What about you? Why aren’t you out with Nyx?”

All their attention was on Jessica. Freddie had spent his life as a warrior, achieving great military glory. He retired at 40 years old, married, and started a family. His son, Jonathan, was now 28 years old. Freddie himself was 68 years old, nearing his twilight years. Jessica Cook had just turned 18 years old. She was born when Freddie was already 50 years old. Having been born to him so late in his years, she was a rare gift. Thus, it was no surprise he spoiled her rotten.

Just as he grabbed my arm and tried to pull me up, I heard a voice. “Get your hands off her,” It was followed by a heavy punch that twisted my stomach. The man stumbled back, clutching his jaw with a curse, his eyes wild with rage. The music kept pounding, and the crowd barely noticed what had just erupted in our corner of the club. I went still, my breath caught in my throat, until I saw him. The one who’d thrown the punch. Freddy. He stood there, tall and unshaken, his fist still clenched, his chest rising and falling with controlled fury. His eyes were locked on the man as though daring him to make another move.

Another claw ripped off its head from the body and threw them both into the hot coals. It snarled and looked down at the Sleeping Beauty. After staring at her for long minutes, it turned and walked back into the darkness on all fours. *** Freddie threw the blunt of his cigarette into the ash tray beside him. He had already smoked three sticks and was on to the fourth one. He was beyond frustrated. The past three days felt like hell for him on his own ship. He had lost five million dollars because of a stupid fight. A very stupid fight. That anger almost made him throw those two men overboard too. But he needed them. He was short of men so he couldn't afford to loose two more.

I need to get out I'm finding it hard to breath but Seth won't know he's in the truck and we haven't mated so he can't tell what I'm feeling, but soon enough the truck pull up and come to a stop probably with all the loving from the trailer I was still his mate he's have the need to make sure I wasn't hurt, which I am after blue going metal trying to break free we cut my leg on the trailer I can feel the pain I just don't care at this moment in time, mate or not he has me feeling trapped now I need out I need to be free. As soon as Seth opens the door I had already snapped the lead rope so I bolted no king Seth down in the process, too scared to care I bolted to the woods I could see up a he

Serena felt dirty, it turned her stomach to think she was almost raped by a drunk man, wanting to tell Alex that she was fine, she found herself the moment she opened her mouth, throwing up every contents in her belly, she felt weak and almost wanted to fall when Alex quickly held her.

“Who do you belong to, Lena?” She lifted her chin. “Myself.” He bent over her and his hand flashed out, not to hit her, but to grab the dangling "A" pendant. He gave it a sharp, painful tug. The chain bit into the skin of her butt. She yelped. “Try again.” He pressed the metal into her clit. Pleasure-pain arced through her. "You..." she whimpered. "Louder." "You! Alex… I belong to you." He threw the pendant. “Now get on your knees and explain why you were being such a brat."