Jax Toy Lyrics Novels & Stories

Jackson grabs my hands and moves them away. “Not yet, just enjoy it for a bit first. Now I want you to ride her, fast and hard.” I start moving my hips, the toy sliding in and out of me. I am moaning, my teeth biting down, with the taste of blood in my mouth as I stop my screams, Roxy below me moaning as well. I think it is Roxy anyway.

Jax Wilder was inside, shirtless with sweat glistening on his tattooed chest and abs, messy black hair sticking to his forehead, and those dangerous hazel eyes locked on me like I was his next meal. “You,” he said, voice rough from singing. “The girl in the front who kept singing every word like you fucking owned them. Come here.” I stepped inside. The door clicked shut behind me, leaving us alone. “You called me back here just because I know your lyrics?” I asked, trying to sound confident even though my pussy was already throbbing. Jax smirked and walked toward me slowly. “No. I called you back here because I watched you grinding against the barrier the whole show with that needy look in y

"Just be sure to get back before the moon is full!" "I will take the throne tomorrow, so watch out for Lyca!" Because of Lyca, Jaxson has never seen Xavier with a lot of drive. "Like falling into a trap, falling in love... If you fall, it will be hard to get back up..." Jaxson whispers as he moves his head back and forth.

I wake up every damn day and walk into a living room full of tattooed, half-naked, weed-smoking men who all rap about how many bitches they’ve fucked while I’m the one sneaking Pop-Tarts into the toaster behind them like some kind of background character. And Jax? Don’t even get me started. He’s twenty-six, he’s the leader of the whole crew, and he’s been telling them since day one, “Raye is off-limits. She’s family.” Like, relax. He acts like the second their eyes brush over my thighs I’m going to get pregnant or something. Which, okay, maybe I would, because honestly, have you seen them? There’s Tre, the one who always has a blunt hanging from his mouth and that grin that makes you wonder

“Take it, baby girl — take my cum — you’re so good for me.” We collapsed — panting — him still inside me — spooning me from behind, hand on my tit, kissing my neck. “You’re perfect, Ella,” he whispered. “I love how you feel, how you sound, how you come for me.” I turned — kissed him slow — “I love it too, Jax. More. Use the toy like you promised.” He smiled — reached for the vibe on the nightstand — buzzed it on — pressed it to my clit while he started thrusting again — slow, deep.

Tiffanye POV: I’m in the back getting ready, this is the second, and final night of my show. Brought in a lot of money, plus more people were trying to fight their way to get in so Jax had to hire extra security. All in all, everything went well since tonight is the last show I decided to do something different I hope that everyone would love it. There was a knock on the door, I told the person to come in, and when the door opened, I came to Jax looking fly with black heel boots with gold spikes. His hair was slick back into a ponytail. He is wearing small gold hoop earrings.

I had been so wrapped up in my own mess that I forgot about everybody. "Thanks, Toby," I said. "Tell her I said thanks for the message. I'll try to catch up with her soon." Toby laughed. He slapped the top of my locker and moved off to find his helmet. Jax was sitting in the stall right next to mine. He had been quiet while Toby was talking. He was already half dressed in his gear, his jersey hanging loose over his padded shoulders. "Chloe, huh?" Jax teased softly. He had a little smirk on his face. "The whole school is sending you love letters today."

"Why don't you go first? Read yours." Jaxon cleared his throat, his eyes scanning the page. When he looked up at me. "Dear Chloe," he read, his voice slightly uneven. "I wrote about how we used to be. I miss how you used to look at me. I miss how you were the only person who didn't expect me to be perfect all the time. I know I messed up. I know the party was a disaster, and I’m sorry. I just want things to go back to how they were. I miss my best friend and my girlfriend. XOXO Jax."

"Maybe it's because people just shine when they're doing the things they like. No matter how much our teachers and classmates disliked you and how horrible your family was, you never stopped forging ahead. "You studied hard and did the things you thought were right. You didn't give up on yourself just because the world kept telling you you were wrong. That's why you've always been the one leading me on my journey. You're like my beacon." I stuttered at his heartfelt confession. I couldn't form a coherent sentence. "N-No, I'm not. Why… Why would you think that? I—" Peyton interrupted me. "I wrote a love letter for you. Do you want to read it?"