It’s late at Power Plus. Late enough that I don’t have to deal with any jerk-offs gawking at my girl—or at me, for that matter. Power Plus is a 24-hour gym, but there are some times of the night that people just don’t want to fucking work out.
Lucky for me, then, that Kara likes it late. Means we get to have the whole place to ourselves, which suits me just fucking fine.
I’m always up for a work out, especially when Kara’s hot body is involved.
I’m not into all that mind game shit like Eric is, man. I don’t have the head for it, and I don’t want to. Eric’s all about getting under a girl’s skin, bending her to his will and shit—but that ain’t me.
I’d rather bend Kara in other ways, truth be told—like bending her over this lifting bench and ruining her fucking yoga pants.
“You’re putting on muscle fast,” I comment approvingly, watching as Kara does a set of rows with one knee resting on the bench. She arches her back real good, just like I fucking taught her, so I can properly admire exactly how much sexy progress she’s making.
“Is that a bad thing?” she asks, pausing mid-row.
“Fuck, no,” I say, smacking her ass. “You’re getting strong, Kara. Only weak men are afraid of strong women—everyone fucking knows that.”
“I just don’t want to get too buff,” she laughs. “I need to maintain some femininity, y’know?”
I roll my eyes and cross my arms over my chest. “Kara, I don’t know how many times I’ve gotta tell you this, but listen—with those tits, that face, and those curves, nobody is going to be mistaking you for a man anytime soon. Besides—you’re bulking on cum, not steroids. The way the good lord intended.”
“I’m not sure He intended for me to be drinking like…64 fluid ounces of semen a day, Chase,” Kara says, narrowing her eyes.
“Then why did He make it taste so good? Stop over-analyzing shit, babe.” I grab her ass and squeeze one cheek in my hand for good measure. God—she’s filling out so fucking well. “I like you like this, and you like you like this—and that’s all that matters.”
I run my hand up her back, all the way to that sexy, messy bun she’s pulled her hair up into. It’d be perfect for grabbing while I fuck her sweet little mouth—but I know I need to keep my dick to myself until she gets her fucking workout sorted.
I want to fuck Kara just as bad as the next guy, but I mean, you don’t fuck with someone’s workout. That’s just fucking rude, and I reckon I’m a pretty polite kind of guy.
When I want to be, at least.
“Okay,” Kara sighs, straightening to re-rack her dumb bell. “That’s the end of that set. What’s next?”
Now, right now, my dick wants me to say, Ride my cock until your eyes go crossed, but I’ve already determined that that’s not the kind of workout Kara needs right now.
“How about some squats?” I say with a grin. “I fucking love watching you do squats.”
“I bet you do,” she coos back at me.
My fucking cock twitches. That voice, man. That fucking voice.
It’s the same voice she’s always using when she wants another taste of my man meat, and who am I to be the one to deny this girl?
“Get in the rack and lower that ass for me, babe,” I say with a lopsided grin. If I was any less handsome, I’d feel fucking creepy, looking at Kara the way I am right now. But in fact, I’m the best looking man I know—and that means women don’t fucking mind so much when I stare.
Actually, judging by the way Kara is carefully shifting her weight from one foot to the other while she squares up in the rack, I’d say she wants me to look.
“Like what you see?” she asks, blowing me a kiss.
God dammit. I like what I see way too fucking much.
“I don’t see you pushing any weight there, princess,” I say, instead of doing what I want to do—which is pick her up, hold her upside down and use her mouth like it’s nothing more than a wet cunt. “I’d like to see you fucking work tonight, is what I’d like to see.”
“Aw,” Kara pouts. “Chase, come on. You feel it, too, don’t you?”
I raise an eyebrow at her. “You’re fucking horny, aren’t you, Kara?”
She bites her lip and nods, whimpering a little. It’s a look that says, Oh, poor Kara! Hasn’t gotten any dick in like, twelve hours, what a rough life!
“Well aren’t you just pathetic,” I chuckle, cupping her jaw in my hand and leaning in for a kiss. I don’t quite meet her lips, though—I make it so she has to lean into me.