Page 94 of Gym Bros
“Good because this ass is too perfect not to be stuffed.” His fingers slide out and he gives me a light slap on the back of my thigh. “Give me some room.”
He doesn’t wait for me to move. His hands on my waist easily shift me around as he gets into bed. He lies on his back and pulls me on top of him. I kiss him the second I’m able to, my knees bracketing his hips as I do my best to rub my cock against his.
Why the fuck does he turn me on like this? I don’t remember feeling this horny since—I don’t even know when.
I blame his body. He’s hard and hairy in all the right places—his pecs, his lower abs, his legs, his well-groomed cock. Iftestosterone were a person, it would look like Samuel. As an important side note—his kiss is fucking phenomenal, but I’m repeating myself. I just can’t get over how good it is. Soft with his lips and gently aggressive with his tongue. It makes me want to kiss him deeper and deeper—fuse our mouths together. I lie on top of him writhing, his stubbled face in my hands as I seek more and still more from his mouth.
I gasp when he wraps his hand around my throat and pushes me away. “I need you on my cock.”
I nod, still staring longingly at his lips.
Like I weigh nothing, or my weight is hardly a concern, he lifts me off his chest. “Turn around. I want to watch while I split you open.”
Jesus fuck.
He guides me as I turn my back to him and straddle his lap again. With one hand on my hip and the other guiding his dick, he nudges my hole with his slick crown. Opening for him, I sink back, letting him fill me.
He grunts, giving my ass another slap before taking hold of my other hip. I whimper and my shoulders collapse, hands on the bed to help keep me upright.
When I can speak again, it’s a mess of praise as he stretches me wide. “Fuck, you feel so fucking good.” I move my hands to grip his thick thighs and give a little bounce like I had on the carousel.
“Oh, fuck yeah. There you go, angel. Ride this cock.”
My mouth drops open, and I gasp. It’s not the first time I’ve ever heard those words, but it is the first time I’m rushing to obey them. “How does it look?” I breathe as I do as he says.
“So goddamn good in you. Prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.”
“Yeah?” I pant as I post up and down on his lap.
“Fucking gorgeous. Aw fuck, there’s a mirror.”
I glance up and see us framed perfectly in my full-lengthmirror. It’s mostly me I see—eager to please and enthusiastic as I bounce on his cock. My hair is a mess since I let it air dry during the movie, and my lips are bright red from all the kissing and his scruff. My cheeks are flushed, and my own dick is bouncing obscenely.
His hand moves up my chest and he squeezes my pec. “Look at you. Look at that sweet little dick.”
I shut my eyes because it’s unbearable both feeling himandwatching the show. I can only handle so much, and the sight of us paired with the slap of my balls against his is getting me close fast.
His hand on my hips clamps down, locking me in place so he can thrust.
I groan with urgency as he slams up into me. “Fuck yes,” I tell him. “Like that.”
“Jerk that pretty dick,” he tells me.
“I’m close,” I admit. “Too close.”
“Mmmm…” he growls, apparently liking the sound of that. “Is my cock in your ass gonna make you come, pretty baby?”
“Yeah,” I sigh.
“That’s so fucking hot.”
Apparently that’s all my dick needed to hear because a second later, I’m spraying the air and crying out with total abandon as my core clenches and contracts, a wild spasm between my legs flooding me with heat and perfect fucking pleasure.
“Jesus,” he groans, pounding me deep. “Oh fuck—fuck—” He plants me on his cock, as deep as he’ll get, and throbs hard. Another gush of cum erupts from my dick and has me yelping as he grunts and unloads in my ass. His toes curl into the bedding and his thighs tremble beneath my hands before we both go still but for the heavy breathing.
As the bliss fizzles and pops through me, I find myselfsagging again. All I want in the whole wide world is to snuggle into his side and fall into a deep, satisfied sleep. “Spend the night,” I hear myself saying.
“Can’t. Beauty.”
