Boxy T Morningwood Novels & Stories

Pulling me even closer, he whispered in that husky morning voice that had my ovaries screaming for another orgasm, "Good Morning, beautiful." He was nothing but in boxers and I could feel his morning wood poking my ass through the fabric. The events of last night flashed in my mind and that had me pressed my ass firmly against his hardness, "A very good morning indeed," I hummed. Xee groaned at my action and slid his hand under the hem of my shirt. Electricity zinged through my veins as his fingers traced my skin before he palmed my boob, "My dick is already so hard." The image of his cock riding in and out of my tight pussy sparkled vividly in my mind, "But my pussy is still sore."

The symbols flared brighter. The junction reacted. Bella’s stomach dropped. “You think you’re the first to push back?” Robyn asked quietly. “You think this hasn’t been done before?” Bella backed up slowly. “You’re not special,” Robyn continued. “You’re just… louder.” The corridors began to close. Stone grinding. Magic tightening like a fist. Bella turned and ran straight into a wall of muscle. Jake. He looked wrecked. Blood on his collar. Jaw tight. Eyes burning.

I tore the white ribbon off the silver box and flipped it open. Inside was a sleek, high-end adult toy. It was made of medical-grade pink silicone, shaped beautifully, and looking like a piece of modern art. Next to it was a small bottle of luxury lubricant. A note fell out of the box, and I scrambled to catch it before it hit the floor. “Since you ran away before we could show you how our inventory works. Use this tonight and think of me.” — Julian. "Oh my god," I gasped, my vision blurring with panic.

Torture. Back to the stream. I arch, cut falling open completely, breasts spilling free. “Who wants to see me come for you?” I purr, grabbing the toy from the nightstand, which I hadn't realised he had taken back. I drag it along my slit, teasing, then push it inside with a gasp. The vibration kicks on low when I hit the button. BigDaddy69: $25 – scream for me DarkHorseX: $30 – use both holes

I slid my ass back onto it as hard as I could and came all over it, pretending it was filling my bare pussy up with cum. I have actually used BOB a couple times after my husband and I finished having sex and he fell asleep, imagining it all over again. I swear I can feel it pulse inside of me as I cum, even though I know it isn't doing that. Needless to say, I like BOB and I wouldn't mind him using it on me tonight, and every night.

Seth can’t let them know; he can’t afford it, but fuck… His entire body aches, and his cock is straining hard in his pants while the scent of his mate is carved so deeply into his veins he can almost taste it even though Kieran is nowhere near. “Damnit,” Seth curses, and his hand slams against the mirror, shattering it into pieces. He drags in a sharp breath; he tries to calm himself down, but nothing is working. Then he remembers. “If your body ever gives out, this will help suppress it.” Demain’s voice suddenly echoes in his head, and speedily, Seth is moving, pushing himself off the sink and out of the bathroom. He slips into his bedroom, heading to the bed. He shoves his hand under the b

Roxanne asked after she bided Colton goodbye and began walking with Iris. Iris didn't answer but continued leading Roxanne back to her car. When they got to where the car was parked, Iris went to the booth and opened it. She pulled out a brown box and handed it to Roxanne. "Here, have it." "What is it?" Roxanne asked as she collected it and pulled the box open. Her eyes bulged wide the moment she saw what was inside. It was a sex toy!

They don’t know yet. They’ve done worse, and this… isn’t close to it. Anyways, even with anger boiling inside me, I was curious to see what was in the damn box. So I pulled the wrapping away to see the contents. And you guessed right… the fucking loser of a man sent a BDSM package to me. What an asshole. I kept unboxing. Inside the box, it contained: A remote-controlled bullet vibrator. A suction-base silicone dildo. A silk blindfold—on it written: touch yourself while you’re blind so Nora doesn’t kill you in your dream.

He deepened his hands into the purse, strapped on his waist, and brought out a wooden box, similar to the one beside Bozo. “My lord can have mine. Not the best, but powerful enough to soothe your palate.” Bozo snatched the box from the man’s hands and started driving tones and tones of the black powder into his nose, with his thumb. The tobacco was not as smooth as he would have wanted them. But it was powerful as Chimba had predicted, enough to keep him sane until noon. “Ahh, this is good.” Bozo rubbed his nose. Chimba smiled and buckled his purse. He did not move again. For all Bozo could tell, the man had suddenly grown into a statue of some sort.

The morning sun filtered through Amanda’s blinds like a cruel joke, her body still aching in all the right ways from yesterday. Every muscle screamed reminder: the cold tile against her knees, the stretch of two cocks in her cunt, the hot flood of cum leaking down her thighs. She’d barely slept—tossing in sweat-dampened sheets, fingers dipping between her legs more than once to chase the high. Her boyfriend, Tyler, had texted late: *Working overtime, home late. Miss you.* She’d replied with a heart emoji, even as her pussy throbbed at the memory of Kelvin’s thick shaft pounding her senseless.