Human Glamrock Freddy Novels & Stories

Freddie stated, with his trademark smirk, looking me up and down slowly, making me squirm. Yeah, right! My brown hair was still damp because I didn’t have time to dry it because of his stupid ‘ten more minutes’ so I had pulled it back into a messy bun. I had thrown on my dark blue skinny jeans and red V neck top and pulled a black hoodie and black converse. I had added the bare minimum make up, as usual, just a little mascara to make my grey green eyes stand out, and some clear lip gloss. I did not look hot. Freaking asshole! I gave him the finger and walked out to his car. Leaning against it, angrily, waiting for them to grace me with their presence.

Just like the pro in licking pussy that he is, Frederick licked my stress away, sucking and working his tongue in and out of my honeypot. “You care if Tommy gets a ride?.'’ he asked, standing up. “Tell Tommy to be fast about it.” i said breathing heavily, my eyes also turned to look at the door. Frederick opened his zipper after freeing his belt and there was Tommy. Stretched out, perfect red head with beautiful veins all over him. “Arrgh... Fuck!... Shit...” i moaned, trying to keep my voice as low as possible. I thought Tommy was doing a good job, until Frederick raised my two legs with his arm, drawing me a lit forward and then intensified his thrusts.

Fredrick pushed me onto my back and flung my pants off of my waist. I lay there, completely naked and ready to take him. He pulled me onto my knees and held my face onto the floor. His hand connected with my pussy first and I felt his own follow. My eyes rolled into the back of my head. "You smell so good, baby," he groaned. "Hmmm, "I whimpered in response. "Please Freddy, make me feel better"! I could feel his smirk against my lips before his tongue attacked my clit. My pussy rocked on his face, I tried to meet his fast pace but he was a man on a mission.

His fingers found a tempo that had me rocking my hips for more. “Come for me,” he whispered, flicking his thumb just a little bit harder. “Come for me, Zoey.” The rough hoarseness of desire in his voice is what did me in. The blatant need in his words was my undoing. My entire body shuddered. My knees went weak and it was only Freddie that kept me from falling to the ground in an orgasmic puddle. The prideful smirk on Freddie's face when I opened my eyes was sexy as hell.

Most people call me a demi-god. *Quick one!!! Frederick is a sexy, hot, alpha male. Young. Attractive. Kind. Possessive. Many rich women in New York will kill to have him in their bed at least for a few minutes. He is quite a catch and gets in the glam every day. Can he ever be Kharis's savior? Read on..*

I’m wearing a white graphic tee with my leather jacket over it, blue jeans, and black boots, so I hope what I’m wearing is fine. — You look beautiful — I say, forgetting to answer Freddie. — Thanks… you too — she says, tucking her hair behind her ear. — And yeah, I’m ready — I turn and say to Freddie, who’s looking at me like I grew a second head. — Great, then I’m leading the way! Follow me, lovebirds. Daniela’s and my eyes widen at the same time as we glance at each other before I clear my throat and hurry after Freddie.

He crumpled to the Persian rug with a soft, heavy thud, the empty glass rolling from his limp fingers. My heart seized. “Wh… W… What did you do to my husband?” The question came out a breathy whisper, all my furious intent evaporating into the air thick with betrayal and expensive perfume. Freddie’s demeanor had transformed entirely. The fear was gone, replaced by a predatory calm. He looked at me, a slow, seductive smile gracing his lips. “I did nothing to him. For now.” He moved then, not like a cornered animal, but like a panther stalking its chosen mate. The plush cushion dipped beside me as he sat, his thigh brushing against mine. A jolt, hot and unexpected, shot through me.

"Emma, I saw the video of Hunter fighting last night. What happened? Are you okay?" "Yeah, I'm fine, Freddie. And don't ask me to go to the Aftershock auditions today. I am not feeling well." Freddie, of all people, understands teen parties. He practically encourages me to attend them for fame, followers, and friends. The three 'Fs' I am supposed to care about. Freddie never thinks about the fourth 'F' for fuck. As in, I don't give a fuck today, Freddie. "Okay, I will let Model Perfect know you aren't feeling well. What are we sick with today?"

Freddy, the chief editor of the magzine says to her thus putting a break on our eye lock. I look away and she resumes walking towards me. Her scent is getting stronger. She stops right beside me and I automatically snake my hand around her waist and pull her closer. She stiffens under my touch but doesn't show it on her face. "Freddy and the team, meet my beautiful wife, Rain Blackwood." I proudly introduce her to them. Freddy grins ear to ear as he stretches his hand out for her,"It's our pleasure to meet you in person, Mrs. Blackwood. You look more beautiful and sexy from close up look." He says and kisses her knuckle.

In receipt of a chilling glance from Emily, who was standing at the bar with Freddie, Layla hurriedly turned her head away, color sparking high over her cheekbones. Freddie had gatecrashed their night out. Emily had been overjoyed and, within minutes of Freddie’s appearance, had made it clear that Layla was a gooseberry. Layla sipped the sickly sweet concoction that Freddie had insisted on buying her. She pondered what she was going to do with the rest of her evening. Where was she to go? At least in a crowd, she was virtually invisible and drew no particular attention.