Trixie Sting Novels & Stories

But who the fuck was I kidding? Instead of pushing her head off, my fingers tightened around her hair, holding her right where she was. She sucked harder. Cheeks hollowed. Took me deeper until the head of my cock nudged the back of her throat. Dragging yet another moan from her—louder, needier. And honest to God sexy as sin. “Fuck… Trixie, stop,” I rasped, but my voice was shredded, weak as hell. She pulled back just enough to speak, lips brushing the crown of my cock, breath hot and teasing.

Droco, broad-shouldered and scarred, leaned against a pillar with his arms folded, his dark eyes softening only when they flicked toward Trixie. At the far end of the hall, Trixie stepped forward. She wore no armor, only a long cloak clasped at her throat, its folds falling open as she reached the dais. Ryker walked at her side, steady, silent, his hand briefly brushing hers before dropping away. The room hushed.Trixie rested both palms against the carved oak table before her, her voice carrying clear in the hall. “You followed me through fire,” she began. “Through hunger, through storms, through war that should have ended us. You gave me your strength when I had none left, and together, we

Sin grinned, walking out. Trixie struggled for a short minute before she was able to untie the towel. She tossed it away, cursing Sin under her breath. "Can't believe he's two years older than me, thak skunk!"

Trixie smirked, not hearing Agustin’s answer, so she confidently faced him. “I knew it. You still want me, Eli. You’re just curious about him, that’s why you did that last night, right?” Trixie approached Agustin, touching his cheeks. “I don’t believe that you like guys. Because I know that you still need me. You still like me. We can go back to how we used to be,” she said, caressing Agustin’s cheek. However, she was surprised when Agustin pushed her hand away, causing her to hold her hand.

"Serena, I know you were forced into this. Come with me. We'll go downstairs and sort everything out." The guests erupted. "Is this really happening right now? Who is this guy? Does he have any idea who Nathan Yates is?" "I think his name is Derek Crawford. He's been running his company with his girlfriend's money for years. Serena and Nathan are a perfect match. What exactly is this man thinking?" The words found their way to Derek. His face went through about three different colors as he yanked harder on my wrist, dragging me toward the stairs. The performance was over. My patience had completely run out. I turned and slapped him across the face.

It was like they had a mind of their own or maybe I could say my whole body because my mind was the only one that was slow to react. "Good girl." He whispered as I sat down on him. I hated my height. What had they given me that made it where I was too tall? Now I was like everyone else. "Now how about we start with your name." He said against my ear. "Tri, Trixie." I whispered softly. "Trixie, so you are a stripper here?" He asked. "A stripper?" I whispered a little confused. "Yes a stripper?" I did not know what that was. I had never heard of that.