Real Freddy Novels & Stories

“What did you say?” Freddy was gorgeous, tall with a muscular build, and far too many tattoos for polite society. He had that bad boy vibe down to a science. Back in the day, he’d rebelled against his parent’s wishes, smoked far too much weed, and somehow ten years of his life slipped away. Now, at twenty-eight, Freddy was pulling his life together. Not only was he almost finished with his Bachelor of Science at the community college, but he’d also cut back on the weed and booze so he could help more at The Grind.

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.

Freddy answered, "Damn girl, I've been trying you all day! I know you're on holiday and all, but I need to tap out right now. Managing Happy Feet and being named manager of the club, I barely have enough time for Freddy time." Roxanne laughed, "Calm down, Freddy, easy there! I'm sorry about being late to answer your call, but it's been marvelous over here. I'll be back soon, and I'm gonna take you out, boo." Freddy teased, "You better, girl! So, is the D that good?" Roxanne playfully replied, "Ahh, Freddy, not over the phone! We'll talk later." Freddy said, "Okay, okay, I get it. But seriously, Roxanne, I need your help. I'm drowning here."

Freeda set her phone down before the flood could turn her into a person who refreshed joy until it became anxiety. Scott crossed the room then, slowly, like he was still trying to respect the fact that this was hers to lead. Freeda looked up. “You can say something now.” He stopped in front of her. “You look happy.” The sentence was so simple it almost hurt. Freeda held his gaze. “I am.” That was when he finally smiled properly. Not the polite one. Not the one he wore in boardrooms or around other people’s chaos. The real one. Warm enough to make her chest tighten.

"I'm fine with it either way. It's the thought that counts." "Believe me, Mais. I will make sure to make your life better." "Don't push yourself too hard. Life is pretty good right now. I don't have to have a nice house or a nice car. I just want you to be happy." … "Mr. Ford, why are you crying?" Ethan wiped away the moisture on his face. "Am I?" "Did I say something to upset you?" "No." Macy felt uneasy. "Mr. Ford, please let me know if I did anything wrong…"

I turn my eyes away from him and try to act calm. "Nothing. I have nothing urgent. I am not in a hurry. I... I just do not want to stay with you. Has anyone told you that they hate staying with you?" Freddy smiles ironically. "Even if they think this way, they dare not say it directly." I purse my lips. "No wonder you dislike me. People around you dare not tell the truth, but I tell the truth all the time." Freddy thinks for a while and says, "I think you have mistaken. No man can bear his wife dressed like a prostitute and drink with other men."

“You must be out of your mind.” “I’ve been eagerly anticipating this moment—to return to this place.” Frederick stared out at the water, and I couldn’t help but feel a sense of unease. His body was covered in a multitude of tattoos, leaving no space untouched. He served as a front-line soldier and held a beta position in my brother’s ranks. He had launched a surprise attack on Gray, completely unaware of his true abilities. Frederick reveled in the adrenaline of risky situations, seeking out thrills and excitement, while I remained content with my ordinary life.

he responds, still smiling. Freddie looks at the pack house and whistles. “Nice place. Better than the crappy place they make me stay in back home. Want to show me around?” Freddie asked. “I’m sorry. Should we not wait for your dad?” I asked Freddie. “Dad?” He looked confused. “You know the Council Member.” Freddie snickers. “That would be me.” I’m shocked. I always thought Council Members were old grumpy men who wear suits to work and take life too seriously. But Freddie is the total opposite. He’s young, trendy and friendly.

"Wow! I mean... it's nice to meet you. I can see why they call you Rosa. Your hair is so red." "Hello, Freddie. So you're the famous agent Freddie. I've heard so much about." Freddie glances at me, like it's a bad thing I have mentioned him outside of work. "Talking about you is not against my contract, Freddie." "Well, it should be. And keeping gorgeous women away, should definitely be going against your contract," Freddie says. It's obvious that he has already started eye-fucking her. Freddie isn't that much older than Rosa and me. He's twenty-five and Rosa is eighteen. They could technically date, just the idea makes me laugh a little.