Roxy Sonic Novels & Stories

She had an enticing odour. "Thank you," she whispered gently as she took a step closer, drawn by an odd need. Did this guy realise how attractive he was? Her wolf agreed by bobbing her head up and down. Those snug pants, the t-shirt that hung so perfectly around his shoulders... Is it hot in here, or what, Chris thought as she stepped closer? "Do you require anything else from the upper levels?" He inquired. "No, these light bulbs were all I needed," Roxy explained.

"Hip Hip-" "Hooray!" everyone called out in unison while throwing their hands up in the air. "Hip Hip-" Jayson repeated twice more and he got the same happy response from the crowd behind him. All the people I could actually see were looking over me with smiles on their faces and I looked down at Maxwell who was sleeping, oblivious to the celebrations which were going on just for him, while Blake was trying to calm Nicole down who was waving her arms frantically around in the air as she cried for a of seconds and then stopped.

Even her name felt like a punch to the gut. "Well, well. Running away from a little vet?" Roxy's voice cut through his spiral. She was leaning against her cherry-red Harley, looking like sin in leather pants and a cropped Iron Fangs cut that showed off her toned midriff. "That's not like you, baby." He glared at her. The endearment felt wrong now, like ash in his mouth. "What are you doing here, Rox?" She feigned innocence but the bitch was anything but innocent. She was always up Blaze's ass and didn't hide she wanted him as her chosen.

“You, baby. You are so needy and want it so bad and you can’t get it. Do as I say and play with your clit. Trust me, it’ll fly you right over the edge.” Roxy takes her hand and places it over mine, it feels warm and soft. It never ceases to amaze me, how small her hands in comparison to my big hands. All the better for holding my hockey stick and never letting go. She begins to rub her clit and if that isn’t enough to make me ejaculate in my damn pants, I don’t know what is. The woman is hotter than hot, she’s so damn sexy she blows my fucking mind.

Kyrah has had more to drink than I have. "Roxy!" she gasps. "Let's sing along to some music. How about Michael Bolton? I think my dad has his album somewhere in his flash drive." "Speaking of flash drives, I have–" next thing I know she's already blasting music and she shouts.

Roxy screamed out her orgasm as Ivy licked up her juices, savoring the taste as she turned to me. Fuck me. Ryder was right. She definitely did change my mind.