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But once my eyes caught a slip of movement, I saw him … and my breath escaped. Because the man standing there was a beast. Tall and powerful, with dark hair and a face cast in shadow. But I could see the hard line of his jaw, the outline of a powerful neck as well as shoulders so broad they were like a tank. All of that tapered into a perfect vee before flaring into powerful thighs as thick as tree trunks.
“Oh!” came my soft gasp.
And as if he heard me from across the room, the man turned and suddenly I was seized by eyes so penetrating that my heart stilled in my chest. Who was this male? Who was this amazing specimen of masculinity that made me grow weak inside, my face flushing and insides going loose from a mere look?
“Oh,” I sighed quietly. “Oh god.”
And to my horror, the man began striding toward us. As he neared, I could see he was everything the shadows promised. A powerful, harsh face with perfectly-molded lips. The planes of his cheekbones were sharp and carved, like that of a Greek god. And suddenly, my mouth went dry because I saw it.
His cock. Huge, absolutely giant, winding around his waist like a powerful snake ready to attack. He had on a pair of tight spandex shorts that hid nothing, like what wrestlers wear. My mouth began watering uncontrollably. What would it feel like to have something like that inside me? What would it feel like to be impaled on something so powerful and massive, my femininity succumbing to this man?
And as our eyes met, blue clashing with brown, suddenly I had a revelation. I, Lily Forrester, had to know what it was like to ride this beast … or I’d die trying.
CHAPTER THREE
Shaft
The first thing that I noticed about her was her scent. Not the voluptuous curves, not the curly brown hair tied in a ponytail. It was her scent.
I stood in the corner of the weight room, working out on my own. Sure, some guys love showing off, banging the steel while grunting and groaning. But for me, it’s a lot more personal. So I do my own thing in the corner, letting the shadows hide my form.
But still, the smell. In the middle of a lift, suddenly the scent of lilacs wafted into the room, and my head jerked to see who it was.
A girl, so young it was almost comical. Her innocence shone from those wide brown eyes, her curves sassy and pronounced in those tight gym clothes. Oh yeah, even that baggy track jacket couldn’t hide giant tits, her lush thighs outlined in tight spandex.
Because I love gym clothes for that reason. They’re not loose and baggy. Girls these days wear tight shit and I love it. It’s even better when they’re practically exploding out of their sports bras and tiny bike shorts. I love seeing rolls of flesh, the shadowy vee of their clefts outlined beneath almost-sheer spandex.
It’s fucking heaven, I tell you.
And this girl was possibly the best I’ve ever seen. Big, brown eyes, wide and innocent taking in the scene. A rosy pout parted just so, open with shock during her introduction to the gym. A thick waist and generous hips, topped off with a giant ass in back.
Yeah, just my type.
Even better, as I approached, the girl swung around to stare at me and I could see she wanted a taste. Yeah, her eyes were wide and shocked, dropping from my face to hungrily roam my body, stopping when she got to my cock.
And that’s when the second shoe fell. Because the Shaft always gets them. It’s giant, and my wrestling outfit doesn’t hide much. Tight spandex shorts hugged my thighs, every ridge and curve in stark relief. The thick length wrapped around my waist, painfully obvious to anyone with eyes.
It doesn’t matter most of the time. We’re mostly guys at Petey’s Place and we don’t look at each other’s junk. But with this girl, everything was different.
And lo and behold, but she wanted it. An involuntary gasp left her lips, cheeks flaring with heat. Under my hot stare, those breasts began heaving, the outline of her nipples evident under the nylon of her gym top.
Oh yeah, her nips were getting stiff, the scent of female pussy beginning to swirl in the air. All around me, guys were beginning to turn and stare, entranced by the scent of breeding female.
But she belonged to me. This sweet thing was meant for the Shaft, and she was going to get it.
“Hi Shaft!” cried old Pete, the proprietor of this place. “Good to see you.”
I grunted noncommittally. I was here every day. The gym is my second home, after the office.
“Hey,” was my smooth reply. “Who do you have here?” I asked, shooting my girl a sizzling look.
