Freddy X Roxy Novels & Stories

Roxy slid into the seat beside me, crossed her legs, and poured herself a whiskey. “June, this is Adrien. Adrien, June,” she said casually. “She’s my new friend.” I raised a brow. “Since when do you make friends?” “Since today,” she answered, lifting her glass. I glanced at June again. “Is she even old enough to drink?” Roxy shrugged. “Old enough to keep up.” Then she winked at a blonde across the room. The girl got up immediately and moved toward us. Roxy leaned close to June, brushing her lips against her ear.

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Bob picked her up and spontaneously pushed her on the bed and brought out a little pistol pointing to her head as he slowly takes off his pants down. Quickly, Freya covered her mouth and nose as she exhaled heavily out of shock, she hastily reached out for her cell phone and started recording everything that she could see between Bob Joker and her best friend. The sights of the scenario almost caused Freya to freak out and scream for help. But there was obvious reasons why she shouldn't do that because his thugs might be hanging around the neighborhood and if she did tell for help no one would dare go against Bob Joker. Freya Harvey however, took a courageous boldness to continue recording t

It’s crazy bat-ass shit having these feelings when there is nothing about Roxy and her haughtiness and brattish attitude that I even like. “Hey, Bro. What’s going on with you?” Ford my wingman and one of my best friends from high school shouts out. “What now?” I shout back having missed another pass. What is going on with me? Safe to say that Roxy is currently living rent free in my damn head right now as I imagine her lips parting and sliding my cock inside her mouth. I bet its warm and inviting. Hell, I don’t have time to get a rise in my pants in front of the guys on the ice in these tight hockey pants. Shit!

Jax growled, dragging my stepdaughter toward the other side of the room. The next few hours were a blur of skin, sweat, and the kind of vulgarity that would have made a sailor blush. There was no tenderness, no soft words, only the mechanical, driving force of four people who had found their perfect matches in the dark. Roxie screamed until her voice was a ghost of its former self, and Candy took everything I had with a ferocity that proved she was every bit the deviant Jax had promised. "Is she still alive over there?" I called out, my voice raspy as I watched Jax pinning Roxie’s wrists above her head, his body moving with a relentless, punishing rhythm.

I have spoken to my dad briefly but avoided him because I don’t know how to explain why I loved Marcus, but I need to, Jake’s parents are his friends. “Roxy had a Dominatrix. They were together for three years. Roxy was her submissive. However, the woman let Roxy go. She used my business more than having a submissive herself. Roxy obviously was upset by it. She knew I owned it and somehow she got attached to you. She made it look like she wanted me hoping we would break up, but she wanted you.” So, we really didn’t know who Roxy was then.

I saw Freddy, the man who had introduced me to the place, and wondered Was he Roxies protector now? Freddy was a very handsome man, Id give him that, and hed never had problems with women. Those brown puppy dog eyes and blond hair kept the ladies on a leash, begging to take care of him. I, on the other hand, had black hair, dark gray eyes and was so tall and broad women often found me intimidating. If the broadness had been fat, it might have softened my appearance a bit, but every inch of me was covered in muscle. I worked hard to maintain my health, and I didnt allow an ounce of fat to form on me.

I whispered seductively. “You are turning me on.” She replied giggling as she embraced me. “I’m so wet right now. Do you want to find out how wet I am?” She stated seductively. “Daddy, daddy your home…” Leo yelled happily running towards us. “Hey champ.” I hugged him tightly to stop him from jumping continuously. “Hello, big guy.” Roxy smiled at Leo sweetly. “I’m Roxy.” “Hi.” Leo replied. “You’re very pretty.”

I’m striding inside, chest heaving, ready to explode. The place is half full, with some of the guys playing pool and others drinking and chatting it up. Roxy stands out like a fox in a henhouse, leaning over the bar like she’s begging to get fucked, sipping a beer like she just got her lips done. When she sees me striding in her direction, her lips twist and her eyes narrow in a knowing smile. Almost amused. “Trouble in paradise, big boy?” she practically meows, twisting a lock of her hair around her painted nail.

I got all of Roxy's clothes off of her and while I was pulling them off I was thinking, "Beat me while I'm sleeping, will you? Fuck over me while I'm unconscious? Well just lets see how you like it to be fucked over while you're out." I made three hundred and ninety dollars off Roxy that night and I taped the whole thing. She started waking up after the third guy, made a token effort to fight off the fourth one and then she was just a slut. She was moaning and fucking back, locking her legs around guys, digging her nails in their ass cheeks and yelling out things like, Oh God fuck me, fuck me hard" and the ever popular "Make me cum, make me cum." I just smiled and kept the camera taping away