Novel & Cerita Jax Toy Lyrics

"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."

“That’s my good girl, always thinking of her mother, but today is all about you and how I’m going to fill you up before I head off to work because I can’t have my favorite stepdaughter going to school with an empty, hungry pussy.” “Oh, God, Jax, they’re so cold, the metal is freezing against my skin but it makes me feel so heavy and helpless, like I’m finally exactly where I’m supposed to be, just a toy for you to play with however you want.” “You are a toy, Bambi, a beautiful, filthy little toy that I’ve been waiting to break in properly, and now that your wrists are locked up high, I can see every inch of those pale thighs and that tight little bush I’ve been dreaming about.”

“Jaxon, you have a strange way with words. You could have just said yes, you look good in the freaking hat.” He smiled and shook his head. We arrived at the festival and I was amazed. Seeing so many cowboys and cowgirls was not on my bingo list today. Even the little kids were dressed accordingly, the music, the dancing, it was amazing. “What is this song?” I asked, instantly vibing to the tone. “Cotton eye Joe.” He said. “Oh, never heard of it. I will update my playlist as soon as we get home.” “Do you know any country songs, Miss Taylor?”

Jax yelped from in mind. “W-what are you doing here, Tara,” I whisper-shouted. “Scoot back so I can climb up,” she whisper-yelled back. “Uhh…Maybe you shouldn’t. My parents might hear you,” I said trying to convince her not to come up. “No! Don’t be a dumbass, Jay. What’s better than getting back at the dick that did this to you than banging his girl?” Jax scowled.

MARK JAXON Here goes my life of torment, since Taylor pushed me on the bed and straddled my laps, I haven't really been sane, or was it even me or the man down there, according to her. I Inhaled deeply, trying to suppress my inner demon, she belonged to Mayor so that automatically makes her a no go area, if not, she'd regret turning me on with that little action.

"You were obsessed with that poster." Great! Fucking great! That is exactly what you should be saying. "I really can't believe I have someone who loves my music so much to the point of plastering my face on his bedroom wall." Tyler Hanson cooed, throwing his arm on my shoulder. Side hugging me. This guy, please take it easy on me. My heart can't take this. "I can't help it." I breathed out heavily when T-Jay planted his head on my shoulder. "Th–they are inspirational."

Grunts and groans fill my ear, and I lick my lips, so satisfied with the feeling of getting both of them turned on by me. Like I Do by Trevor Jackson plays up on the beat, and I rock my hips even more against Joel’s front. I bring my chest closer to Ryker, my boobs bouncing in front of him and flicking my loosened auburn air. “This isn’t you, Ana.” Ryker whispers in his ears, arousal evident in his tone. I glide my breast against his cheek and my ass against Joel’s growing erection. “Maybe it is.” We are not dancing anymore. Because soon they are pushed away from me, and I seem to be the only one standing by myself in the midst of the chaos.

Jax excitedly rushed towards Ty and ran his hands over him as if touching a sexy, brand new car model. “What the fuck, Jax ! Keep your filthy hands off my mate,” I ranted at him. “Oh hey Kai ! Didn’t notice you up there, small man. I don’t give a fuck so suck it up,” he answered back and to piss me off further, he flung himself on Ty’s dragon form and hugged his neck.

Who would have thought, Elana mused, that a human would become such a vital, beating part of our pack’s heart? On the other side of the house, the "advice" being given to Toby was of a much more rugged variety. Fennigan and Jax were leaning against the mahogany dresser, watching Toby struggle with his collar. "You're shaking like a leaf, kid," Jax teased, a smirk playing on his lips. "If you trip during the exchange, the Moon might think you're trying to bow."

He gets angry when we call him a fairy. “The fire pit is roaring and mo gra sent me to come to fetch your arses for drinking games,” Jaxson says with a faint Irish lilt to his otherwise Texan accent. His manic jade eyes are shining from underneath his blood-red curls and a wicked smirk on his angular face. He claps his hands three times, bouncing on his toes as he does so. “Chop. Chop. Kiddies! This is an order. Think of it as a bonding exercise,” he says gleefully shooing us all with his hands.