Personal Trainer's Massive Cock Claims My Greedy Ass

Mia wiped the sweat from her brow and adjusted her stance on the yoga mat in her living room, trying to focus on the burn in her glutes instead of the way her pussy had been throbbing for the last twenty minutes. At twenty-two, she was still reeling from the breakup that left her feeling soft and unwanted. That was why she’d hired Jax—twenty-eight, brutally ripped, and known around the gym as the trainer who got results no matter how hard you cried. Three sessions in and she was already addicted to the way he pushed her.

“Deeper, Mia. Ass back like you mean it,” Jax barked, his voice low and rough. He stood behind her as she squatted, correcting her form with firm hands on her hips. The thin gray sweatpants he wore did absolutely nothing to hide what he was packing. The thick, heavy outline of his cock lay along his thigh like a fucking club, the wide head clearly visible through the soft fabric. Every time he shifted, it swung, and Mia couldn’t stop staring. Her mouth went dry. Her thong was already soaked through, the crotch sticking obscenely to her shaved lips.

She dropped into another squat, eyes locked on that obscene bulge. It twitched. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips without thinking.

Jax noticed.

He didn’t say anything at first, just let her finish the set while his hands stayed on her hips, thumbs pressing into the dimples above her ass. When she stood up, panting, he stepped closer. The scent of his clean sweat and something darker filled her nose.

“You gonna keep eye-fucking my cock or are you gonna tell me what you want?” he asked bluntly, voice gravelly.

Mia’s face burned, but her cunt clenched hard at the directness. She was tired of pretending. “I… I want to see it.”