Acostado En Boxer Novels & Stories

" I felt myself swaying. Alessandro grabbed me and placed me in a box. My eyes were so heavy as I tried to keep them open. He put an oxygen mask on my face and connected the tubing through a small hole in the box to a small tank outside the box. He sat on his knees and strapped my arms to the side of my body. I couldn't fight as the medicine made me incapacitated. He strapped my feet down and then took one last look at.

I stood where I was without flinching as I watched the drama unfold before me. My eyes dropped down to his loins and I couldn't help but gasp at the size I could see from the boxer he wore. "That should be like around twelve to thirteen inches long because this size is just too big, damn... is this what he uses to punish girls in this university? Damn, it would be so pleasurable..." I said in my head "Fuck no" I retorted back in my head when he snapped me out of my reverie taking me by surprise.

He growls as he scoops his semen up with his fingers and forcefully sticks it back in my mouth. I clamp down on his fingers with my teeth. He howls like a little bitch as I uppercut him right in his saggy nutsacks. He stumbles back cupping himself with pain written all over his face. I stand and casually wrap my robe around myself not taking much interest in him. Oh, I may have forgotten to mention that I'm a lightweight boxer, and I tend to have a bad habit of punching men in their genitals when they get a bit too hands-on with little ol' me.

Fino replied after a few minutes. "Don't fucking lie to me cause I'm gonna lock you in the chamber room if you will," I said trying to sound as intimidating. I hold the waistband of my red boxer brief and slowly take it off and threw it in Fino's direction, he immediately took my boxer and smelled it like he was addicted to it.

I could scent the start of my arousal as soon as it started budding deep in my stomach, and the idea that he liked this as much as I did made me ache between my legs. Next, I began to kiss the sexy muscle of his Adonis belt which peaked out from the bedsheet, but when I got to the edge of the sheet, he jerked and pulled my body back up toward him. I looked into his lust-filled eyes and instantly knew I hadn’t done anything wrong, but I raised a brow in query. “Um, I don’t wear boxers,” he mumbled. “To bed?” I asked, feeling the heat creep up into my cheeks. “I don’t own boxers,” he clarified.

I really didn't want him to do this but I couldn't tell him to stop. Ace's body guard didn't seem fazed so why should I be?. Who am I kidding? I'm going to always worry about him. "Give me your jacket" I mumbled as he turned around, sliding his tux jacket off. He took his tie and shirt off to give him more movement and flow. I'll never get over how perfectly sculpted his body is. I felt my heart pound as he stepped into the ring, in just boxing shorts and shoes, his hands wrapped after getting changed.

I was about to put them on but he came to me and put them on me himself as if I don't know how to put the stupid gloves on. I rolled my eyes and out of nowhere Alessandro gently smacked the back of my head. "Roll your eyes at me one more time, Natalya," it was a warning and I knew better than to push him. He stood behind me and gripped my waist. "The first thing you need to learn is what boxing stance is for you."

Not only was he in nothing but a pair of boxers, he was also royalty. ‘I’ve crossed a limit worse than this. I kissed him. Why bother because I’m seeing him in a pair of boxers.’ My mind seemed to have a voice of its own. Asahd moved a little and I looked away immediately, hoping he hadn’t seen me staring at him. But he didn’t look up. He’d simply adjusted and was still manipulating his phone.