Skins Maxxie Tony Novels & Stories

Our bodies remained pressed close together until the song ended. He was about to leave when Tony appeared out of nowhere, looking between the two of our faces. “That was a country jingle, not a slow dance,” he said, wearing a cheeky grin. “Really making the rest of us jealous with all the whispering and the touching.” Axel’s eyes narrowed sharply at his Beta. “Do you not have things to do?” “No,” Tony said, rocking back and forth on his feet. “I finished all my work for next week. Remember?”

Milan was fine—note my sarcasm—but I needed to head back to my wife and I had about an 8 hour journey back to New York. Tony walked into the room looking like was on the brink of death itself. He leaned against the frame of the door in just his boxers and an unbuttoned shirt. But the thing that stood out to me was the red lipstick stains that riddled his chest. When he saw my obviously disgusted gaze he smiled. “French. Blonde. With some nice big…” he cupped his pecks and winked at me, “woman was insatiable. But I kept up, as I always do.”

He wore a half-buttoned, white frilly shirt, black boots, a diamond encrusted choker, and hair so long and greasy that it could have oiled the engine of a broken down hoopdy. "You're looking as delectable as ever," Frank said. "As are you," I said. Frank laughed at the obvious lie. Tony, as usual, looked good. He wore suede black shoes, black trousers that fit too perfectly, and a midnight blue shirt with a thin black and blue tie. His hair was cut so short that it was almost shaved along the sides. His edges were razor sharp. "How are you?" Tony asked, his dark brown eyes filled with concern. "I'm sorry I haven't been by, but when you said that you two would be at the meeting…"

There was a knock on the door and Susan answered it. "Lady Laura please come in." Susan said. Cassie and Janice came of the terrace. "We should start getting you ready Susan and Cassie." Laura said. "Cassie sit down it will not take long to do your hair then I will help Susan dress first." Janice said. Laura sat in the large high back chair and watched the girls put Cassie’s hair up in a bun with ringette’s framing her face. They put light make up on her. When she looked in the mirror she was surprised. She had never wore make up. Then Janice did Susan's hair and went to help her get Susan dressed. When she came back into Cassie’s Chambers. Cassie smiled. Susan was dressed in a light blue dr

“Then punish me. Make me search to the ends of the earth for you, and still never find you. “Claire, you are my only weakness. My lifeline. Without you, how am I supposed to live?” I smiled, though it didn’t reach my eyes. Well, Tony's punishment was already on its way. In three days, I would make him beg for mercy, and he would lose his life completely. Just then, a clear, sweet female voice sounded, “Mr. Gambino, what you requested is ready.” It was Sasha, my so-called personal assistant, and Tony’s new favorite toy.

“Mr. Hart, what do you mean by those words?” Sasha could no longer maintain the smile on her face. No matter how good she was at concealing her emotions, she could still hear the huge disdain from Tony’s words. “It’s nothing. I’m just like you—I have never taken the bus either,” Tony answered faintly with a sense of coldness in his eyes. At that moment, she tightly clenched her fists on each side because she planned to make Tony her man tonight. Since all men are visual creatures, I thought that I had it in the bag, but instead, it backfired on me and caused me to be humiliated!

Maybe to see if I can handle it. And if you can't? Then at least I'll know. She was quiet for a moment. Ticket will be ready Friday. Black tie. Don't do anything stupid. No promises. Saturday evening I stood in front of my mirror adjusting my bow tie for the third time. The tux was rented, nothing like the custom suits Christopher probably wore, but it fit well enough. I looked presentable. Forgettable. Perfect for blending into a crowd. My phone buzzed it was Christopher.

Max said truthfully, taking out a pack of cigarette, but Mia snatched the pack away from him. "You dare to smoke in front of me?!" Mia yelled. "Babygirl, we have strong lungs." Blaze cooed. "Could you please not call your mate babygirl? I'm sorry but it bothers me." Jayla asked with anxiety, she was about to have a mini anxiety attack. You need guts to tell him something that you don't to hear or see. "Why not?" He asked curiously. Jayla widened her eyes, clearing her throat. "Because—" "She thinks you are Massimo from 365 days, damn baby didn't know you watched that kind of movie." Max chuckled interrupted up, he picked her up to put her in his lap, she squealed and hides her blushing face

she reassured me, taking a sip from her cup. "Slim is like the king of this damn hellhole. Even when he isn't here, nobody tries to take his place. Fucking cowards," Blowjob Guy chimed in, and they all burst into laughter. "Then why don't you give it a shot, Zeek?" the redhead challenged, finally revealing his name.

Greyson “Oh, yes, Sir, I’m flexible. I take yoga classes. It really helps with my flexibility.” She ran an unnervingly long red talon up her smooth, orange leg, thrusting her cosmetically enhanced tits out and continued waffling about yoga. It’s not what I had in mind when I asked if she was flexible after explaining the position involved occasional travel. Ever since I agreed to that damn interview for a vacuous gossip rag, money grabbing harlots like the one toying with her scrawny legs in my office plagued my life. I should have guessed they'd infiltrate my professional life when Mabel announced her intention to retire. And I should've known better than to mention my deep craving for a re