Skins Maxxie Tony Novels & Stories

Tony is a good-looking guy, we all get our looks from our parents. “Let me get changed, take a seat.” I move my hand towards the sofa in my room, it’s covered in heavy gold Damask fabric. Kratos sniffs Tony’s hand, he gives him a pat on the head then takes a seat on the sofa and helps himself to a bottle of water from the side table. “How do you know they were tampered with?” I say as I slip on my black running T-shirt, I don’t sleep in anything except my boxers and quickly I pull on my run shorts, they’re black and tight and hug my muscular legs.

My jaw dropped, “T-The owner of this mall?!” Oh you are so dumb, Sunny. This demon here is a CEO, okay? Not just a mere CEO but the richest CEO in the country. Damon first went inside a boutique where dresses, most are pink in color were being displayed. He was taking every dress from the stall and checks if it suits me. “Here, try wearing these and we’ll see what suits you.” He said as he handed me five pink dresses with different styles. “Wait, why do I have to wear them? And what are you planning to do?” I asked him.

I had reached 148 pounds and it did not sit well on a 5'4" frame. The picture was not bad, even with shorts and a sleeveless top, but I wanted to be honest. The long dark hair with those silly childlike bangs caused me to grimace a bit. 'Short hair would have made me look thinner,' I thought. Tony was of Italian background and he looked great in his picture. Very muscular, short black hair, combed straight back, no smile, but inviting eyes- brown like mine. He had said he was short, but I couldn't tell from the picture. I decided he looked like a nice person I had a good feeling about this one. I trusted him enough to give him my work number and he called me shortly thereafter. I was even mo

I waved to gain their attention as Tony locked the car. "Damn babe you look hot!" Tenda spoke as she caught sight of my outfit before she yanked me in for a hug. "But you look stunning," I said, taking in her funnel hand blouse, a tight-fitting skirt, and black stiletto's. "Wow bitch, you on fire, I might have to fuck you right here, right now," Tony blurted as he too took in her outfit, practically drooling and granting her the fuck me eyes that sent a light pain through my chest which I covered with a chuckle and an eye-roll.

But he…Stephan shook his head. Stephan again ran his eyes over Tony, who was walking ahead of them, showing the way to the event hall. He noticed his long brown hair, which was tied, an unhealthy pallor over his thin oval face, pale pink lips, and a skinny build. There was zero attractiveness about the guy. The only eye-catching feature of his was his pair of exquisite almond eyes. They were big, with long, dense black eyelashes under thick bushy eyebrows. When the light fell on his eyes, it appeared to be glowing. They were very pretty indeed. His sexual experience with Omegas has been extremely satisfying. Whether guy or girl, their body just seemed to be begging for a f*ck. He couldn't he

he said, running a hand along her jaw, “and of course… these tits.” His hands slid down, cupping one breast firmly through her lace bra. Emma froze. Her heart hammered in her chest. This was too far. Way too far. But she forced herself to stay still. If she backed out now, he’d win. She couldn’t let him have that. “Mmm, yeah, they look amazing,” Tony said, taking a step closer. His phone was still recording, but his eyes were glued to Rob’s hands. “Aren’t they?” Rob said. “And they feel real.”

, She asked her father who smiled and turned to Tony. "Tony? Tony what?" "Tony Quinn", Tony replied Austin nodded and stretched his hand for an handshake. Tony took the hand. " I'm on my way out. Entertain our visitor well", Austin said. Selena smiled and nodded. "I will"

“I think we should head to the bar now.” I steadied the box in my hands, brushing away my embarrassment. I was just simply caught by how he stared at me, trying to put a face on my voice. “Well this is a new face. I haven't seen you around before. New here?” We headed to the bar where I helped him offload the boxes. “Yeah, I just moved in recently. Can say the same about you. Haven't seen you around. I'm Camille.” “I’m Tony. I've been away on leave. I work here. Security,” well he did have the body for it. He was huge and in a really good kind of way. He kinda looked like a big grizzly bear with that innocent face.

Tall, lean muscle, dark skin that gleamed under the lights, and a smile so wide and playful it made me bite my lip without thinking. Tony. That was the name the DJ shouted when he finished his set and hopped down into the crowd like he owned the place. He was still in those tiny black shorts, chest bare and glistening, moving through the tables with easy confidence. People were laughing and flirting with him. He flirted right back, throwing out jokes and winks like candy. Charles leaned down and spoke against my ear. “You like him.” I smiled without looking away. “He looks like he knows how to have a good time.”

Mila demanded as she observed his attire. "Against you?" Tony snickered as he came closer to her, "I don't think I need one." "You reak, you know?" Tony screwed up his nose, and in a fraction of a second, Mila cleaned the tip of her finger and brushed it against the bare skin of hand and Tony's stance changed. "I know I stink," Mila spoke. "You don't stink," Tony spoke with glassy-eyed expressions. He now had a vulnerability on his face, a tenderness that spoke more than words.