I don’t even remember what I was supposed to be working on. Was it glutes? Core? Doesn’t matter. The only muscle I was clenching by the end of it was the one wrapped around his cock—and I swear, I was twitching so hard, I almost fell off the fucking bench.

  “Okay, sweetheart,” he said, voice that deep, calm kind that made my thighs buzz. “Just hold the position for me. Nice and low. Good girl.”

  I was bent over the squat rack like it was a commandment. My hands wrapped around the cold steel bar, fingers slipping a little from the sweat already building on my palms. My chest rose and fell in sharp, shallow breaths—each one making my tits bounce under the too-tight sports bra I’d chosen on purpose. Neon pink, no padding, just enough to trap every jiggle and show off. The kind that left my nipples stiff and very visible through the mesh.

  The lights overhead buzzed, harsh and fluorescent. Every curve of my body looked extra under them—glistening, golden, present. I could see my reflection in the mirror wall ahead, back arched, hips tilted just so, pink shorts stretched to their absolute limit. They were high-cut, barely legal, hugging my ass like shrink-wrap. I’d pulled them up higher just to feel the estic ride that little groove under my cheeks. I liked how it felt—tight, almost invasive. The way it split my ass right down the middle. I knew what he’d see when he looked.

  My ponytail swung with every twitch. It was half coming undone, strands sticking to the nape of my neck where the sweat had started to drip. A bead rolled down my spine. Slow. Between my shoulder bdes. Over the gentle arch of my lower back, all the way down to where my ass pushed back just slightly—defiant, bratty, teasing.

  I shifted my weight, legs spread for bance, thighs flexing as I did. The inside of my thighs stuck together with a faint squelch—I was already soaked. Just from his voice. Just from knowing he was watching me, probably from behind, probably with one hand curled around the cock I’d been daydreaming about since our “leg day” started. I bounced my hips. Just once. Testing him. I didn’t need the rep. I needed to be fucked.

  “I think I’m doing it wrong,” I pouted.

  He stepped behind me, big hands curling around my hips. He didn’t say anything for a second—just pushed down slightly, adjusting my arch like I was a dumb little Barbie doll he was sick of looking at and not touching.

  “There. Now hold that.”

  My brain melted. I wasn’t thinking about form anymore—I was thinking about how hard his grip was, how warm his breath felt on the back of my neck. I bounced my hips a little. Just to test.

  “You trying to get extra credit?” he asked, voice amused. Dark.

  I looked over my shoulder, all blush and bad ideas.

  “I just like making you proud, Daddy.”

  He groaned. Deep, hungry, the kind of sound that vibrated up from his chest and sank straight into my spine. His fingers cmped tighter around my hips, fingertips digging into the soft crease where ass met thigh, holding me like he was steadying a prize. And then—rip. Well, not literally. But it felt like it. He yanked my shorts down in one brutal, delicious motion, the waistband biting into my thighs as they slid off and bunched at my ankle like a leash. Pink, crumpled, helpless—still hooked around my left foot like a dirty little colr for my leg.

  I wasn't wearing panties. I never do. Not with him. Not when I know I’m going to be bent, used, filled. Too many yers. Too much dey. I don’t want to be undressed. I want to be accessed. He didn’t say anything at first. Just made this low, wrecked grunt as he stared. I felt his hands settle on the underside of my ass—warm, rough palms, fingers wide—and then he spread me. Wide.

  The air hit my pussy first. Slick, hot, needy. My folds were shiny, puffy, soaked. And I knew he could see everything. The way I clenched. The way I dripped. The little twitch in my hole that screamed ready. He groaned again, this time sharper. Hungrier. One thumb brushed right over my slit, dragging through the mess like he was testing it. I shivered. My knees buckled a little. My arms locked to keep myself upright, but I was shaking—body begging, breath catching, pussy throbbing just from being seen like this.

  “Fuck me,” he muttered behind me, voice rough. “You’re soaked. You did this just from bending over for me, didn’t you?”

  I nodded fast, cheek pressed to the bar now, ponytail swinging, eyes wide and blown in the mirror’s reflection.

  “Say it.”

  “I—I got wet for you, Daddy,” I moaned, voice cracking. “I—I’m always wet when you look at me like that…”

  He chuckled. Low. Dirty. Then his hand spped my ass—once, hard, just enough to sting.

  “Good girl,” he growled. “Now stay open. I’m gonna see just how deep I can go before you break.”

  “Fuck, look at that—dripping already. You want this?”

  I nodded. Fast. “Yes—yes yes yes—I’ve been sooo good—”

  “You’ve been a fucking brat,” he growled, rubbing his cock against my entrance. “Bouncing around this gym like a little tease. You think I didn’t notice that?”

  I whimpered. Couldn’t help it. My whole body just reacted. My legs shook, my hands fumbled on the bench, and my hips—god—they backed into him. I didn’t even think about it. My brain shut off, and my body said, more, now. I moaned. High-pitched. Fucked-out before he even got inside.

  “P-please…” I don’t even know what I was begging for.

  Just… more. And then— He pushed in. Not fast. Not rough. Slow.

  Thick head first, parting me like I was tight and made to be taken apart. I could feel it—my pussy clenching, twitching, dripping around him, resisting just enough to make it hurt sweet. His cock stretched me, dragged along every nerve like a hot iron, made my lips part in a silent fuck yes I couldn’t say out loud. My chest hit the bench. Arms folded under me. Face buried. Tits squished against the cold vinyl. And I shook. Because it wasn’t just that he was thick. It was the way he filled me. Like his cock knew exactly where to go. Like my body had been waiting for this weight, this stretch, this ciming.

  “Fuuuuck Daddy” I moaned into the padding, drooling. “S-So big…”

  Behind me, he groaned again, low and hot. His hands curled around my hips, pulling me back as he sunk in deeper. Inch by inch. Slow as sin. His cock throbbed inside me—real, thick, demanding.

  “You feel that?” he growled. “You’re wrapped around me like a velvet fucking vice.”

  I whimpered again. Couldn’t help it. My hips twitched, tried to grind back, but he held me still. Made me take it.

  “You’re not riding me,” he said. “You’re receiving me. Understand?”

  I nodded. Frantic. Needy. My pussy clenched again and he ughed.

  “God, you’re tight. If you weren’t soaking, I wouldn’t even be halfway in.”

  And I wasn’t. He wasn’t. And that meant he had more. He pushed again—deeper. I gasped, eyes wide, toes curling, legs trembling like jelly. I could feel it now. Deep. Bottoming. Pushing against a spot that made my vision blur.

  “D-Daddy—I—”

  “Hush,” he said. “You’ll speak when you’re full.”

  And I wasn’t. Not yet.

  “Oh god you’re big!”

  “You can take it. You’ve taken worse in your mouth, haven’t you, baby?”

  I nodded, giggling through a moan. “I can take anything you give me, Daddy…” He grabbed my ponytail like a handle and started fucking me hard. Loud, sticky sps as my ass cpped against him, echoing off the gym walls like music. I was screaming, not even pretending to work out anymore—just ying there and taking it, a dumb little toy with thigh-highs and too much energy.

  “You like bouncing so much?” he growled. “Bounce on this.”

  He pulled out, flipped me, and shoved me down on one of the yoga balls—straddled me, impaled me, and used my own momentum to make me ride. I couldn’t keep rhythm—I was crying. Moaning. Legs shaking. Tits bouncing like they were in a fucking hentai. And he kept praising me.

  “That’s it, champ. Take it. Ride that cock like a good little fuck-doll.”

  “Who’s my noisy slut? Who’s soaking the gym floor?”

  “C-Clover—I’m Clover—I’m yours, fuck—”

  He pulled out again. Smirked. Gripped my ass and spat on it.

  "You’re not done."

  He pressed a thumb to my tight hole—slicked with my own mess, spit, and sweat—and I screamed.

  “W-Wait—there?!”

  “You wanna make me proud?”

  “...Y-Yeah…”

  “Then you’re gonna take it. Every inch.”

  And I did. His digit stayed on my rim for a second, pressing soft circles, rubbing his spit in with this maddening patience that made my toes curl. I was already soaked—everywhere—and twitching from the way his cock throbbed just inches away from my pussy.

  “Rex,” he said, like he wasn’t about to break me in half. “Breathe, baby.”

  I tried. I really did. But the second he nudged the fat head of his cock against my asshole, I gasped and tensed, gripping the yoga mat like it was the only thing keeping me on this pnet.

  “Shhh,” he murmured, one hand stroking down my back, the other guiding his cock with ruthless care. “You’re doing so good.”

  Then—pressure. A stretch I wasn’t ready for but needed so fucking bad. He pushed. My back arched on reflex, ass lifting like my body knew better than my brain. My mouth dropped open and this raw little “nnngh” slipped out—high, shaky, shocked.

  “Oh—fuck—fuck, wait—”

  “You got it,” he grunted, breath thick. “Almost there.”

  And then—in. Fully seated, balls flush to my cheeks, heat pulsing deep in a pce that had never been filled like this. My body froze.Then trembled. I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. My arms gave out and I colpsed onto the mat, tits squished under me, ass raised and trembling with his cock lodged so deep I could feel it in my stomach.

  “Good fucking girl,” he whispered, leaning over me. His weight pressed me down, pinned me, made me feel tiny. “You just took every inch like you were made for it.”

  I moaned something nonsensical, drooling into the mat, thighs shaking so hard my knees slipped. Then he moved. Slow at first—grinding more than thrusting, pushing deeper, dragging his cock over every nerve-ending until I howled. Not loud. Not cocky. Not bratty. Just wrecked.

  “Please—oh my god—I’m—!”

  He picked up pace. And I broke. I squirted. Hard. Uncontrolble. A wet sptter against the mat, between my legs, my thighs jerking as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through me. I screamed into the floor, face hot, lips open, eyes crossed.

  “Fuuuuck—Daddy—please, I—”

  “You like that?” he growled, pounding harder. “You like getting your ass fucked while you soak the floor like a little porn star?”

  “Y-Yes! Use me! Fill me, please!”

  And then he came. With a growl so deep I felt it in my bones, he smmed in one st time and spilled inside me. Thick. Hot. Filling. I could feel every pulse, every drop, and I swear, it pushed into pces no one had ever reached before. And I felt it. In my fucking teeth.

  I colpsed. Utterly. Twitching, gasping, drooling, moaning softly as his cock slipped free, cum leaking from my ass like melted ice cream. He id a hand on my back, big and warm, and just rubbed. Slow circles. Like he’d just helped me through a panic attack instead of absolutely obliterating my hole.

  “You’re done for today, sweetheart,” he whispered. “You earned your cooldown.”

  I nodded. Couldn’t even talk. Just smiled into the mat, legs still shaking, still calling him Daddy in my head like it was a prayer I didn’t know how to stop saying.

  “Good workout, sweetheart.”

  I nodded into the mat. Couldn’t speak. Just drooled. Happy. Fucked-out. Still bouncing slightly from the aftershocks.