Blood In My Husband's Boxers Novels & Stories

he said, and made me sit in the car "I will call you the minute I get there and maybe send a few more men." "Trust me, they are on their way. The men at home are there to protect you. Now go, baby," He said, and I drove off while looking at him in the mirror until his face and form faded away. I hoped he would be okay. ..... A few hours later, the door to the house was opened, and in walked my husband, still in his suit, which now looked worn from the activities of the night. I looked at him as his white shirt with the left-hand sleeve red from his blood made me wince at the thought of the pain he would be in.

She was sweating profusely in the video as she begged her husband, tears running down her face like a dam. "Please William, I beg you, we didn't had any fight, while the gun?" She trembled slightly, as she hugged the couch near her, begging her husband. "Oh, Dear, I have to compensate someone with your blood" Her husband laughed hysterically. Her blood? Compensate? Her head banged archly, as she gazed at her husband with fear, "Who wants my blood?" "Look, it is the under world don that wants your blood, he is thirty to drink your blood, so I have to give him yours" He explained, his eyes turning darker.

He is so heavy. I opened my eyes and then saw that he was closing his. I felt the temperature rising and it was not from me but him. I frowned and tried to push him but what surprised me was when I felt a sticky wet in his clothes. It was from his hips, I tried to move it and look at my hands but my eyes widened when I saw a red stain. I-Is this a b-blood? He is not moving, did he die? While kissing me, seriously? Does he really want to traumatize me even with his death?

A surge of relief washed over me before my eyes drifted to the man lying in the hospital bed. My husband was missing a shirt, and his stomach was covered with a thick layer of bandages. The blood stained the right side, marking where the wound was. Sucking in a sharp breath, I hurriedly scanned the rest of him, noting a few scratches on his handsome face. A knot formed in my throat, and the tears I had been trying to hold back finally streamed down my cheeks. The others watched in silence as I approached Hunter's bed. God, it was so embarrassing to cry in front of the others, but my stupid tears couldn't stop falling.

He groans his eyes dark. I spread his legs and then slide his pants down, followed by his boxers. His hard cock springs free. My stomach flutters at the sight of it, engorged. Its head purple, with thick veins coursing up the length of it. I take him in my hand and kiss the tip. "Hmm." I stroke him, and I feel everything straight to my core. His eyes hold mine and he cups my face, his thumb slowly sliding over my bottom lip. I smile as I lick up his length. I cup his balls, and holy fucking hell… my husband is everything.

Despite the silent room, my mind was racing with thoughts and emotions that I couldn't put into words. He got up in a fluid and aggressive motion and grabbed his boxers from the floor, slipping them on. I could still see the blood smeared across the V-line, just above the waistband of his boxers. Then my eyes fell on my thighs, the scorching burn and the pain in my lower abdomen have only worsened since he pulled away from me. "What the fuck was your relationship with those Outfit bastards?" his voice was so low that I barely heard it.

How funny. "I haven't seen you in so long. It's like I even forgot I had a husband," I greeted him. I saw his brow rise at my remark as he climbed up slowly. His long sleeve remained tidy despite the faint blood marks on the side, as well as on the coat that hung over his shoulder. The blood is not his. He went and had some fun.

His chest hair isn't noticeable, but obviously, it's there. Our lovemaking is getting more and more aggressive. Bracing myself, I squirm to try and loosen his clutch, but he has my head pinned to the bed. Finally, I get loose, and his pupils are the size of golf balls! As I bellow out a blood-curdling scream, he literally has to peel himself off of me before hurdling down the hall. While I'm in bed screaming, my parents dash into my room. My father slips and falls hard onto the floor. My mom cuts on the light, and my bed and I are saturated in blood! My father had slipped on blood in the hallway.

He placed his hands over my mouth, his other fingers still stretching my core. “Be quiet Mrs, You were such a good girl, let’s see if you can take my cóck, just as good.” He lifted his hands from my mouth as he moved to unbuckle his pants. When he finally released his cóck from his briefs, I felt a new set of tears brim in my eyelids. He lined the cóck perfectly with my entrance. As the tip pressed against my entrance. I heard a yell from the other side of the room. “Are you insane!” My husband screamed as he stood, his chair scraping loudly against the hospital tiles. My heart skipped, I had forgotten he was in the room with us.

Her eyes brought out tears, but I still could not control my urge to stop and ask why. I continued, turning her over and banging her from behind with the pressure of release my fluid. But then we got interrupted when a sound burst out from the door. I was still inside her but then I came out from her speedily, putting my boxer on. I walked to the door, and I opened the door just to see what stormed my heart deeply... Blood. I opened the door just to see from afar... my friend, drunk and badly injured. I rushed to him, with all my sexual hormones weakening because of this sight…The bloody sight.