Rudeus X Roxy Novels & Stories

Roxy Kane was no longer pretending to be tough. She lay sprawled across the wide metal bench on her back, legs forced wide apart and held open by Jax and Riley’s strong hands. Her firm ass and thighs glowed an angry, throbbing red from countless spankings. Both her holes, pussy and ass gaped openly, red and swollen, leaking a steady mix of her own juices and the winners’ spit. Her platinum-blonde hair was matted to her forehead with sweat, and her once-sharp blue eyes were now glassy and unfocused. Her own futa cock, still rock-hard despite everything, lay twitching against her toned stomach, the head shiny with fresh precum. Carla “The Crusher” Morales stood between Roxy’s spread thighs lik

I’m striding inside, chest heaving, ready to explode. The place is half full, with some of the guys playing pool and others drinking and chatting it up. Roxy stands out like a fox in a henhouse, leaning over the bar like she’s begging to get fucked, sipping a beer like she just got her lips done. When she sees me striding in her direction, her lips twist and her eyes narrow in a knowing smile. Almost amused. “Trouble in paradise, big boy?” she practically meows, twisting a lock of her hair around her painted nail.

He’s being cruel/ Raya growled. “So you’ve saved the best till last then, I’ll forgive the late introduction,” Roxie purred, keeping her hand planted in his. Dex grinned and matched her flirting, “it certainly looks that way.” “I see we are matching,” as Roxie stepped forward, opening her shiny black leather jacket to put the material nearer to his. In doing so she knowingly displayed all her perfect curves at him, the tight mini dress highlighting everything down to the pink bra straps. Her grey eyes shone and my desire to run from this car crash was overwhelming. “Your jacket is older, darker,” she said, her eyes flitting up to his as she positioned herself near him. “it means business,” h

No crimes, no fights, no redheaded whores, no drinking. Only the sweet pleasure of being in each others arms once again.

I shift on my stool and try not to adjust my cock that is getting stiff in my pants. “I don’t mind, I like all the attention,” Rachel says coquettishly. Roxy turns to her. “Rache, he’s an asshole. You can do better than a man-whore like my stepbrother. Trust me, he’s probably got some vile STD or something. Come on, bring your coffee. I’ll get you settled in your guest room.” Roxy stands up off the stool, pushes it back slightly and reaches for her coffee. I can’t help glance at her chest in her tight T-shirt with the name of some random rock band on it that I have never heard of.

“Please, Roxy. I need to explain.” “There’s nothing to explain,” she said, her voice dripping with venom. “We saw the video, Jude. We know what you did.” The word ‘video’ sent a jolt of pure confusion through me. “Video? What video?” I asked, my mind racing. “Roxy, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She rolled her eyes, a gesture of pure disgust. “Oh, don’t play dumb. The one you posted. The one of you two in bed. ‘Right where I truly belong.’ It was disgusting.”

He asks raising a eyebrow. "James you always look like shit. And yes it looks like your cock blocking ass was too late to kill our joy, fuck yes the night was fun" Roxy says sassily before showing him the bird. "That's a shame, well good thing I'm here for the rest of the week and I'm going to be the biggest kill joy. Like for starters, go put on some pants child, you look like a 2 dollar hooker" he says in a voice which I think he thinks sounds like mom.

I lost everything then I lost the only person I had left in the world. “And now she is yours. She is your mate now. Things change Logan and you need to at least give it a try. She seems nice and polite.” Flavia had not glanced at Rogue girl even once. She had no idea what Rogue girl looked like. Such pure anger railed through me and I squeezed harder, drawing from Flavia to hold it down. My wolf was clawing at me. Such pure anger poured to my own and made me act out.

That hipline could cut through anything. Skin, white and pale looked anemic but as beautiful as it could embrace her perfect nose and thick blue eyes. That grown hair ran over her forehead, concealing it and its piggy tail reached up to her neck. The apron hung lifelessly over a simple-minded figurine, while those jeans hung on, exposing those sexy legs. What was really attractive were those lips. Thick, fleshy and so red unlike its color. It when squished, made an image on Aiden, which from then on became his guilty pleasure.

They were all dressed casually, they looked like they were having the perfect day in the son or shit like that and both Romeo and Luigi had wide smiles on her face. “Your beauty never ceases to amaze me,” He took a step back and winked, Rain’s cheeks flushed immediately and then the screams of pain got louder. Rain looked up and noticed that Alexander was now holding the rod, his back to her. He had taken off his suit, she wasn’t sure when but the sight of the contracting and bulging muscles beneath that shirt did things to her. She rubbed her thighs against each other and tried to ease the very inappropriate ache. Fuck!