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.”

Jax’s mouth curved into a dirty smirk. Without hesitation he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his sweatpants and shoved them down. His massive cock sprang free, slapping heavily against his abs. It was wrist-thick, veined like a rope, the head a fat purple crown already leaking a shiny bead of precum. Easily ten inches and so thick her fingers wouldn’t meet if she wrapped both hands around it. Mia whimpered.

“Keep working out,” he ordered, wrapping one big fist around the base and giving it a slow, lazy stroke. “Next set. Now.”

She tried. God, she tried. But watching that monstrous dick pulse in his hand while she squatted made her brain melt. On the fifth rep her knees buckled. She dropped to the mat, chest heaving, staring up at him with open hunger.

“Please, Jax,” she breathed, voice cracking. “I need it. I need you to wreck my greedy ass with that huge cock. Please.”

His eyes darkened. “Begging already? Filthy little client.” He stroked himself again, slower, letting her see every thick inch. “Turn around and bend over the bench. Show me that tight hole you want ruined.”

Mia scrambled to obey, practically ripping her soaked thong down her legs. She left the tiny workout shorts around her knees and bent over the weight bench, arching her back deeply so her ass was presented like an offering. Her pussy dripped down her thighs. She reached back and spread her cheeks, showing him the small pink pucker that had never taken anything close to his size.

Jax spat directly onto her asshole, the warm glob landing with a wet smack. Two thick fingers immediately followed, smearing the spit around her rim before he pushed them inside without mercy. Mia moaned like a whore, the sound echoing off her apartment walls. He scissored those fingers, stretching her, then added a third on the next thrust. The burn was intense, perfect. She rocked back onto his hand, fucking herself on his fingers while he opened her up.

“Greedy fucking ass,” he growled, pumping faster. “You’re gonna take every inch, Mia. Gonna split this hole wide open.”

She was babbling, nodding frantically, clit throbbing so hard it hurt. “Yes, please—fuck my ass, Jax. Ruin it. Make it gape.”