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I’ll protect her, always, for the rest of our lives.
“Let me set the program,” I tell her. “And then yes, for five minutes, a light warmup.”
“Okay.” She nods, as though ramping herself up. “I can do that.”
You can do anything you want, I almost reply as I lean over and press the buttons on the bike’s display pad.
I lean in so close to her I can smell her shampoo, her deodorant, and just her, her skin, and her sex. Fuck, I’m almost certain I can smell her womb sending tangy tempting signals into the air, as though trying to make me forget my job.
It’s like there’s something deep inside of her, as crazed and obsessed as the beast deep inside of me, crying out for us both to give in to this feeling hovering in the air.
I quickly set the program and step back, before I let this insane notion work its way deep into my mind and it compels me into primal action.
Why would I think I can read this woman by smelling her?
Feeling like I’m going insane, I take another step back.
“Okay, go ahead.”
She leans forward and grips the bike handles, causing those full breasts to jiggle alluring in her sport’s top. I realize she’s not wearing a sports bra, just a regular one, and the fire in my balls grows even hotter.
My seed burns and throbs and riots inside of me, making my balls feel heavier than they’ve ever felt.
I can’t stop staring at those full luscious tits, the way they bounce each time she pushes down on the pedals. They’re practically begging me to reach forward and grab onto them, sink my hands sinfully into them as I listen to her breathing quicken.
Those breaths…
My fingers twitch with the need to grab onto the solid shaft of my dick, to squeeze down, to release some of the tension.
The more she rides, the breathier she becomes, all high-pitched and frantic. It’s the same way she’ll sound when I drive up inside of her for the first time.
Part of me wants to bend her over to get a full view of that luscious round ass, slamming into her to make her ass ripple for me. But then there’s another part that needs to put her on her back, slamming into her young innocent hole as those breasts bounce for me the way they are now.
I almost let out a roar when the bike makes a beeping noise, telling me the exercise is over.
“Are we done now?” she says, with even more gorgeous panting noises.
I just stare at her for a long moment, wondering how she’d react if I grabbed that top and roughly pulled it over her head. Maybe she’d be startled at first, but once I started to suck on her nipples, slid my hand between her legs and pressed down on her pussy…
Once I started to grind my hand roughly against her, smearing her lips with her juices, paying special attention to her clit…
Once I tore all her clothes off and laid her down, bringing my solid dick up between her legs, I know her body would take over. She wouldn’t be able to help herself.
I can smell her tangy needy pussy.
“Ryker?” she calls, jolting me from my animal fantasies.
“Yes,” I say, clearing my throat. “You did fine. Next, it’s a session on the elliptical. Come on.”
I turn and step away before she has a chance to respond because I know that staring at her is a surefire way to lose my resolve.
Maybe there’s a world where I grab her, kiss her, and she kisses me back. Where she feels the same. Where she wants a family, a future, a happily ever after.
It seems far more likely that she’d back off, telling me I need to calm down.
But, if she did kiss me back, that doesn’t automatically mean she feels the same about the rest of it, about my need to possess her fully and completely, about the carnal command inside of me telling me to make her pregnant.
I know there’s not a world where I claim this woman only once.
If I did take her, I’d need to do it again, and again, snarling in her ear as she comes.
“You’re mine. Only mine. Forever. If another man even dared to look at you I’d fucking end him.”
“This one?” she asks, pulling me back to the present.
Not that the present moment is any easier to handle.
She’s standing next to the elliptical machine, her hand resting on it, with a fine layer of sweat coating her skin. The sweat causes her clothes to stick to her, the pink of her T-shirt to become ever-so-slightly transparent.
A preview of her bra shows through the fabric, those round and tempting breasts driving me far too close to a complete primal unleashing.
“Yes,” I grit out. “This is that one.”
