Acostado En Boxer Novels & Stories

she asks, interest shining in her eyes. "Yes. He's very, very handsome," I answer, as we walk to where Lion is waiting for me, working for the meantime with Bax as I expected. He is signing something to Lion, "Baxter is not a boxer but he trains with me because he doesn't want to be fat again." Baxter turns to us when he hears what I said and raises his middle finger at me. He knows how to communicate in Italian, Spanish and English in his sign language and yet the sign he uses most around me is that one. How peculiar.

He’s wearing a pair of black boxer briefs that leave little to the imagination—his long, thick cock is visible through the material. “Take them off,” I whisper. Amusement dances in his eyes. “What do we say?” I gulp. “Please?” His lips curl by the corners, and then he slides down those boxers with one hand. Goodness me, his cock reaches above his freaking navel! “You want this?” He asks. I nod and shudder with anticipation as Victor pushes me back to the wall and lines himself up with my opening. His fingers wrap around my wrists above my head, pinning me in place before he slowly slides himself into me. Inch by inch.

-Tomorrow my boy fights and I want you to go see him and tell me what you think- he says as I approach him once I'm off the treadmill. -And why do I have to go, I mean, my opinion is no big deal- I say with a shrug. - You have the blood of a Walker in your veins and you know a lot about boxing, since you were a little girl- he answers confidently. -All right, then send me the address and the time of the fight so I don't forget, what's his name- I ask. -The devil Cambell - he answers smiling. -Okay, as you say- I make a gesture of indifference.

I just then opened my eyes when I felt Franco sitting from behind me and because he is a big kind of man, he was able to immediately cage me in between his legs. And when he was sitting properly behind me already, he immediately wrapped his hands around my waist just to pull me closer to him until I just felt my back hit his bare and hard chest. The hem of his t-shirt that I was wearing was wet already and I think that the boxer shorts that he was wearing right now are also already wet. The bathtub is so big that is why both of us are fit. "Does it still hurt, baby?" Franco softly asked while caressing my stomach.

He’s already laying waiting for me in the middle of his bed wearing nothing but a pair of silk boxers, with one arm behind his head and the other on his taut abs. He’s still healing, but most of the damage is gone. His perfect skin will be marred with silver scars though, but I am sure it will make him look even sexier. I walk over to him and straddle him, causing him to suck in a breath through clenched teeth. “Xiomara Costas. Hmm, that just rolls off my tongue, just like everything about you,” he says, grabbing my hips and I can feel his cock growing hard underneath me. I’m not wearing anything, so I can feel EVERYTHING.

As I grab the clothes so hard, the closet door opens and a box drops down. I take it and want to put it back, then I freeze, "what the heck?!" It's a box of condoms! Hilarious, Austin's room doesn't have a towel but has a box of condoms and obviously, he has used many of them before. Austin is a playboy. The next moment, I hear some footsteps, I rush into the bathroom, close the door and start to wear his clothes. I look at myself in the mirror, I'm boring and baggy, no one would have noticed me in the crowd.

The boxer roared in pain, yanking his arm back. “Bitch!” he screamed. But Elena didn’t stop. She bit deeper, tasting his salty blood on her tongue. The room gasped. Gabriel’s laughter stopped. Alessio’s eyes darkened. The boxer, out of pure reflex, slammed his fist into her stomach. Elena’s eyes widened. The air whooshed out of her lungs. She flew back like a broken doll. Her tiny body crashed through the ropes, hitting the cold concrete floor with a sickening thud.

I walked around the ring. "No rules. We fight until death. " I smirked and tossed the microphone aside. I caught a glimpse of Luca. He looked like he was enjoying the show. "What do you say, fucker? " I taunted 'Boxer'. He let out a low growl, clearly irritated. Anger leads to mistakes. He nodded and brought his fists together. The leather arm bands he wore were cutting off blood flow to his hands, but he didn’t seem to care. I moistened my lips and stretched my arms out in front of me.

Alexander simply laughed and took a seat next to me again winking as he spreads his legs, he told me, “No need to worry, your chance to win will come.” I looked at his penis that was now nodding it's head calling me to come and do my work. I pulled the boxer to the beginning of his knee to get full access, a wide smile displayed on his face as he awaits me to start. I knelt down, tugged my hair to the back of my ear and wrapped my mouth on his cap.

"No way! She's dangerous. I don't want you getting hurt again." Elaine sighed, exasperated. "It won't happen. She's had time to reflect. She knows she was wrong." Reluctantly, Yoel nodded. "Fine, but if she gives you any trouble, I swear I'll make her regret it." He shot the box a venomous look before storming out. I laughed, a bitter, hollow sound. Wasn't my death ugly enough already? Elaine approached the box, pinching her nose against the stench. When she lifted the lid, her eyes widened in shock, and she staggered back.