Glamrock Freddy Hot Novels & Stories

My eyes darted to Zoey just in time to see her slip a tiny remote from the strap of her thong and press it, her gaze never leaving mine. “Ready for Sasha Fierce?” She teased, the corner of her lips curving into that smirk that made my cock throb hungrily inside my pants. I let out a short breath, unable to look away. I leaned backwards, my back to the bed’s headboard. “Show me what Sasha Fierce has got.” Her grin deepened, a spark flashing in her eyes as she circled the pole. Her fingers glided along the metal slowly, her hips rolling in time with the beat. Slowly, smooth, controlled, and absolutely wicked.

The broad-shouldered guy in front of me dragged his knuckles slowly up my slit, collecting the wetness and rubbing it all over my fat clit. His touch was too light. "More..... " I begged, pushing my hips forward. "You're so eager, like a bitch in heat. " Mona laughed, amused. A boy was behind her now, yanking on her hard nipples. Whistles rang out across the room. "Let's see her snatch properly. "Someone from the party mongers shouted. Rhea stepped closer, reached down and yanked my hair so my face tilted up towards her. "Open those whore legs of yours, Gabby. Let's see every fold of your huge cunt. "

Freddie responded with equal ferocity, thrusting his hips slightly, groaning deep. Meanwhile, April’s face twisted, and her jaw clenched slightly as she tried to look away, but just couldn’t. Freddie, on the other hand, couldn’t get enough of Cindy. He gripped her by the waist, lifting her slightly before twisting her around until her ass pressed back against him. Cindy’s head fell back, a raw cry ripping from her throat.

Gemma grumbled, her cheeks burning as she crossed her arms over her chest. “You do not,” Freddy insisted, ignoring her embarrassment. She shut the wardrobe door, then grabbed Gemma by the shoulders and steered her to stand squarely in front of the mirror on the back of their door. “You, my friend, are a country knockout.” “Now we have your outfit for Saturday sorted,” Freddy announced, diving back into the seemingly bottomless tote bag. “And now for mine.” With a dramatic flourish, she pulled out a flowy, aggressively glittery tank top—one hundred percent Freddy—a sleek black mini skirt, and a pair of black suede slouch boots.

ricky said as he licks his lips then smirked and I turned to see quincy in a red sparkling gown with her hair down and not in a bun "gosh she looks extremely beautiful" I thought as I stared at her "I think I'm gonna get down with her" he said playfully and i gave him a stare "reina.....that was only a joke" he said to me and reina made to leave while he tried holding her back

I was begging him, I needed him hard and fast in me. "Damn it, Addie. You just make me so fucking stiff. On fours baby, I want to smack your ass." I was moaning already but did as he tells me to do. "Such sexy ass baby. Make me want to smack it red." He was talking dirty while licking my back, then it came, I jolted forward from the sheer strength of the smack. But then I felt mine was pulsating, as it clenched nothing in me, I was groaning hard, cursing his name. Then he smacked my other one with the same force, making me screamed his name. I was shaking, from the intense feeling of pleasure.

My hands fisted in his jacket, but I wasn't pushing him away anymore. I wanted him… “So wet,” Zeke murmured, his voice roughened now, and ragged with want. His breath scorched my ear. “Your hatred makes you sweeter.” Tears blurred my vision, not out of pain but out of pleasure, and hate. But my body pulsed as he slid two fingers inside, slow, and merciless, curling just right until a moan broke free. “Shh…” he pressed his mouth to my ear, teeth grazing. “Wouldn’t want daddy hearing how much you like this.”

“Me too! But don’t be loud, Red might hear us. He’ll scold me. You know I’m trying to stay a virgin. Amen.” Grey chuckled. “Good son.” Blue adjusted in his seat. “Good son your face. My ass is heating up.” Katleya sat on a black chair. Even while sitting, she had no belly fat. “Sh*t!” Blue groaned, biting his lip and trying to restrain himself. His erection was already painfully hard. “I’m about to c*m, Blue!” Grey said with desperation. Blue turned to him and gave a weird look. “Weaksh*t.” The music started, and Katleya’s supporters screamed. She danced to Jason Derulo’s Swalla. The crowd stood and danced along.

I asked. “No. I’m not letting you go,” Freddie said stubbornly. His words made me snap. I stood up angrily and slammed my hand on the dining table. “What exactly do you think you are? Do you believe you’re so powerful that you can lock people up however you like?” I yelled, unable to control my anger. “You’re not just anybody. You’re my Lessie,” Freddie murmured through his lips. “I’m not your Lessie! I’m Lessie, but not yours! Stop this madness!” I shouted, feeling like my lungs might burst.

I wanted to ruffle his hair that was perfectly in place. Ugh… this man is so gorgeous! My body was reacting to him. He lift his head probably because of my gaze. He looks so sexy in those glasses. I couldn't help myself I lick my lips that felt dry. I swallowed my spit. The sound was loud. I wet my lips again. His eyes followed my tongue as I swiped them on my lips. “You shouldn't do m' fhear fiadhaich.” I didn't need to be told twice when he used that deep gruff Scottish accent that makes my body responsive in ways I can never explain.