Acostado En Boxer Novels & Stories

But unfortunately for me, Coach Peterson and the entire establishment around him had no interest in seeing women box. I turned and walked straight into Drent, who was already in his boxing gear. His blue boxing gloves were tightly strapped around his hands. He was shirtless, and his body looked chiselled all the way down to his defined abs, which immediately made heat rise through me at just the sight of it. I tried to compose myself, like his physique had not just made me want to lose every reasonable thought in my head. "What are you doing? Why are you not in your gear? You wanted to train together, right?" he said, looking down at me. I met his gaze, trying hard not to stare too long at h

What kind of pervert was this guy to have such exaggerated strength? It could be seen with the naked eye that Samuel was still two meters away. But in the blink of an eye, the boxer suddenly found that the man had arrived in front of him. He subconsciously raised his hands to protect his head. At the same time, he was hit in the abdomen. Peng! The collision of the body actually made a clanging sound. The boxer screamed in pain and retreated to the rope at the edge of the ring before steadying himself. Before he could react, Samuel jumped up and kicked horizontally. The boxer felt that his neck was about to break at that moment. Then his eyes turned black and he fell on the ring like mud. The

The distance between Wolfe and Boxer was closed very quickly. They threw a punch at each other to sort of test the surface. Both fists collided and the result was devastating. The entire stadium shook from the impact. Dust rose in the arena. Everywhere went quiet. Then it was followed by the shouts from Boxer's fans. Wolfe was thrown off by the collision. There was just no way his fist could stand against Boxer's. He flew and landed back where he began. He could feel his fist throbbing from the pain and inspected it.

Apollo just shook his head because he didn't know what Esteban had eaten or why he would fight tonight. The bell rang, and the game began. The boxer looked at Esteban wearing a mask with a smile on his face, and said, "Dude, be careful, my fists are no joke. You have to say two nice things for me." Esteban smiled without saying a word, and hooked his finger on the boxer. The boxer's face turned evil, his legs strained. He wandered until Esteban lived there. Esteban slightly dodged a blow. The boxer's force was too strong, and he couldn't recover the hand that punched, and passed Esteban.

Rosa I stood in the boxing ring. After a long, exhausting day, this was exactly what I needed, something to hit. And who better to take the punches than Asher? I rolled my shoulders, adjusting the tight straps of my sports bra. Across from me, Asher stood tall and shirtless, his skin gleaming under the dim lights. Damn.

She wasn't sure if Dindo understood all of what she said. Dindo just smiled as he looked at her while speaking. "Put on your gloves, don't just laugh there!" Astra told him noticing that he had no focus on what she said before but the man was just staring at her. “Sure. Just basic steps first. All right, I'll put on my gloves. All right, I'll start boxing. Maybe even if we just spit, it's okay, isn't it?" Dindo challenged the woman.

I remember Flavio's apartment's room doesn't have this ceiling. In an attempt to jump out of the bed I tried to move but the weight on my body stopped me to do. It felt like a bucket of cold water thrown at my all attempts. My heart fell in my stomach when I threw the comfort away from my body and saw a blue boxer wearing a guy's whole body over mine. His muscular long legs are locking my legs between them while his hands are wrapped around my waist and that's not enough, his face is in between my mountains as if he owns them.

Maceo scowled as Sorin sat in front of him tying his boxing gloves. Sorin had already donned on his mask and was in boxing shorts. "I am not going to get myself beaten up. I am going to beat someone up" Sorin grinned as he stood up and and taking a fighting stance jumped lightly on his feet and threw a few punches. "Uh-huh sure. Isn't that what you say everytime bit always end up with a bruside stomach or aching shoulder" Maceo deadpanned. "Shut up" Sorin hissed.

Then it felt like some other feeling had enveloped them, she couldn't look away, because Alessandro was pushing his boxers lower. Oh, Fuck!

He was wearing a boxer. “What do you want, Bastard?” He snapped, curling his body on the bed like a snake. “Cristiano.” I corrected with a smile tugging my lips as I reached for his face but he scooted back in disgust. “Is that blood?” He asked, his eyes fixated to the crimson red on the side of my hands. I hummed, wiping the red crimson on my pants. “Had to teach someone a lesson.” I explained curtly, my eyes glued on his lips that were teasing me to bite them.