Morning Wood Gif Novels & Stories

I don’t feel like talking about this right now. “Mm…” he moans. His hands start rubbing my hips. I immediately feel him. He has morning wood. I smile, and he smiles back because he knows I notice. I start moving my hips, backing up on him, my butt rubbing against him. Immediately, he starts pulling my pants and underwear down, then rubs himself between my closed legs and core. “Mm…” I moan. “You’re already wet,” he groans. “That’s because I want you.”

Brushing, flossing and moisturizer are next. I lie down in bed and turn off the lamp. When I close my eyes, I picture Moon-his reticent smile, his intense eyes, and his sexy as hell bod. My girl parts are ramped up and it's all Moon's fault. With a groan, I roll over and grab the purple wonder from the drawer beside my bed. I hit the switch and then lift and spread my knees. I place the vibration against my clit. The purple wonder twirls and vibrates, hitting the spot perfectly. I slide it through my folds and back to my clit while imagining Moon doing this to me. I'm getting close and that delicious tingle centers between my thighs. The purple wonder slows. "No," I groan. Then the damn thin

God, he looked even more handsome when laughing. "You're not even a good liar," he teased. Mortified, I wanted the ground to swallow me whole. I twisted to escape, but Mario suddenly pulled the bed sheet over us, enveloping us together. As the sheet settled around us, I realized his chest was warm, bare. The towel he'd worn yesterday lay discarded on the bed. My gaze dropped, and my heart thudded. Mario was stark naked, his arousal evident, pointing toward me and lifting the towel. Is this...just now? Or, was this what's called morning wood?

His heartbeat thumps steadily beneath my ear, strong and familiar. A deep, mortifying heat floods my face, then races downward until my toes curl. This isn’t new. We’ve ended up like this dozens of times over the years—crashing together after late-night movies, passing out during video game marathons, or just because one of us rolled too far in our sleep and the other didn’t have the heart to shove them away. Usually, when one of us woke up first and felt the unmistakable press of morning wood, we’d laugh about it. Tease each other mercilessly. “Dude, seriously? Again?” I’d groan, and he’d shove me off with a pillow and a smirk. “Not my fault you’re cuddly as fuck, Gav.”

One of Caroline’s hands is already between her own legs again, rubbing in time with his thrusts. Teresa lifts a shaking hand, brushes a strand of hair from her eyes. That tiny, exhausted movement cracks something open in my chest. I should kick the window in. I should put a round through both their skulls and carry her out of here. Instead my cock is rock-hard against my zipper, throbbing like it’s been asleep for two years and just remembered it’s alive. I’m disgusting. Morning wood is one thing. This…this is something twisted waking up inside me, stretching, grinning in the dark.

The kind that could wreck me if I let it linger. I turned a little, just enough to see his face. God, even asleep he looked infuriatingly perfect. His lashes were too long, his jaw too sharp, his mouth soft and sinful. And then I felt it. The hard press against my lower back. My heart stopped, then started again like a damn drum solo. Morning wood. My throat went dry. My gaze flicked down before I could stop myself. The blanket had slipped low on his hips, just enough to outline him, thick and straining under the fabric of his boxers.

As for me, I have to convince myself to shut my subconscious up and fall asleep before I get out my phone and google 'how to make your boyfriend give you an orgasm. Monday is pat search training day. I left Drew's early this morning after waking up to him having morning wood and wanting to repeat last night. He, fortunately, had another condom. Unfortunately, round two was literally a repeat of last night. Stretching in all the right places, and a good feeling for about two minutes before he finishes, and once again I don't and feel even more wound up afterwards. Maybe there's something wrong with me? I get to work and Bernie's sweet smile is the first thing I see. "Morning, Miss Cassandra."

Now it’s my turn. I slowly extricate myself from their hands, their little moans and whimpers at the loss of my touch so adorable. I move down their bodies, finding both of them mostly erect with their morning wood. I pump their hard-ons with my fists, feeling them stiffen almost immediately, precum starting to bead at both of their tips. I can’t help the moan that escapes my lips as the sight of both of my males hard and ready for me. Damn, they are so sexy! And their smell is mouthwatering. I can’t help but taste them.

"For not being up to your taste, I guess? I'm not hideous, but I know I'm not a model. I'm way too curvy..." I shyly look at him, and Tobias stares at me. There is an odd expression on his face that I can't read, and when I look down, I'm shocked to see the outline of his massive cock pressing against his pants. My lips part, but before I can say anything, Tobias growls and focuses his burning eyes on mine. "Not a word." "O-of course!" I chirp and try to act professional, but on the inside? I'm ecstatic. Tobias has morning wood, and while it might not be because of me, I would like to think I had a little to do with it.

just what kind of stamina does he have. Agatha wrinkled her nose, this morning she woke up with warm touches burning on her skin, a thing still sliding into her hot cave. "Hmm..." Her drowsy eyes opened slightly. Her body was rocking and the sexual pleasure that constantly assaulted her made awake, hot breaths blowing on her neck. "...This early! Oh! Oh!" "Men always have morning wood. It just so happens I'm fortunate to have a delicious curvy naked girl beside me."