Romans & histoires Roxy X Gregory

I was happy and I had all the things I could possibly dream of having, but it sure as hell wasn't an easy ride to get here. "Take a moment to imagine our pack captured a rogue and that rogue just happened to be my mate. Continue imagining that this rogue used sarcasm as a natural defence and had an answer for basically everything. Now imagine our father was the reason this rogue was a rogue in the first place and she had nothing left so she pretty much demanded that I earn her trust, to prove I was nothing like our father. Imagine that I did this for almost two weeks, only seeing this rogue three times in that period, during which time I killed two guards and almost killed our Alpha. Imagine

“I will become Luna. I will be queen. And no one, no one will ruin my plans. Greg hold me” Greg moved his hand on her breasts and started squishing them as she moved faster, chasing hers and Greg's release. They both exploded and went for another round of their impassionate activity. *****

“Now come here before I combust from the lack of affection.” Scarlett rose, balancing Theodore on her hip, and met Roxy halfway. The hug was immediate - tight, real, and grounding. They remained in that position for a moment. “You smell expensive,” Roxy mumbled into her shoulder. “You smell like airplane peanuts,” Scarlett shot back, smiling against her hair. “Rude,” Roxy said, pulling back with a playful scowl. “Also accurate. God, it’s good to see you.” Scarlett’s gaze softened. “It’s good to see you too.”

I grab the boxes and hurry back up to the apartment, but I'm greeted by Roxy, as soon as I walk in the door. "She's just getting her stuff from the bathroom," she points down the hall. Her robe is now open and much more skin is on display than when she first walked out earlier. I tried to walk down the hallway to bring Sydney the boxes, but Roxy gets in my way. "So, you are like a real live mountain man? Like from the TV shows?" "I don't know what TV shows you mean," I say, staring over her head towards the hallway. THat's why I don't see her move to press her boobs up against my arm. Her touch makes my skin crawl.

“You pretended to be my best friend for two fucking years Croix!!!” “I had to. I was losing my mind not knowing how you were and coping without me!” He growled, veins lining his neck. “What about the pills, Croix?” I challenged myself to step closer. I looked into his eyes and there was an emotion that was rare, regret. My brows furrowed and I stepped back. He reached out his hand for me but I pushed it away. “You don’t deserve to touch me!” I yelled, pointing a finger at him as tears flowed out of my eyes.

in a hoarse, low voice. His curiosity was piqued as Luca's gaze met hers. His voice was forceful as he said, "What is it, Aria?" Aria stepped back, her gaze narrowing. Her voice almost rose above a whisper. "I need to talk to you about my feelings," she whispered. Luca took a step forward as his eyes became wild. His voice was low and hoarse as he said, "What about your feelings?" Aria's gaze met Luca's, and she became very emotional. She added, "I don't know what I'm feeling," with trembling in her voice. "I feel like I'm torn between my loyalty to Ronan and my growing feelings for the other men."

In the video, Roxy splashed herself with the coffee, and Leah had not touched her from the beginning to the end. Roxy lost all strength for a split second, her body swayed, and her expression changed. “Zephir, please listen to me...” Zephir gave her a meaningful glare, and Roxy became quiet instantly. He then flung her hands off his arm and left the cafe straight away. “Zephir!” Roxy wanted to keep up, but she did not forget to give the man who had ruined her plan a fierce glare before she chased after Zephir. Morrison took back his phone and was about to leave.

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

Te asked "Yes" Roxy said laughing "she was like ahh get her off me" Roxy demonstrated laying in fetal position and screaming making everyone laugh "Dang oh my gosh I wish I was there" Te said