I could see her biting her lip, eyes squeezed shut for a second. A tiny moan escaped—soft, almost silent, but I caught it. My cock throbbed hard, full now, the thick shaft straining against my shorts, the head flaring wide and leaking steadily into the waistband. I was so hard it hurt, the vein along the underside pulsing like it had its own heartbeat. Eight inches of heavy, veined meat, the kind that stretched women wide and left them ruined for days.

*Fuck, she’s dripping,* I thought, inhaling deep. I could smell her—sweet, musky, that raw female scent cutting through the gym air. *Already. Just from my hands. This one’s...