He stood up and moved me back. I watched as he stripped off his shorts and briefs. I pressed myself against him again, stroking his thick cock as I kissed him. I loved the feeling of his powerful muscles against me as his fingers moved into my hair. He tipped my head back and kissed my chin.
“I want to see you slide that pussy down my cock,” he said. “Right here, right now.”
He sat back down on the bench and pulled me back onto him. I spread my legs, straddling him again, but this time I slowly lowered myself down onto his thick cock.
I was soaking wet, and he easily slid deep inside me. I felt him press into me, every inch soaking and thick as he filled me. I stayed there, his cock deep inside me, and kissed his lips.
It was the most intimate and close I’d ever felt with someone. He stared into my eyes as I slowly began to ride his cock, rolling my hips up and down. I wrapped my arms around his neck as his hands helped guide my hips up and down, firmly cupping my ass.
It was absolute ecstasy. I took him in and out, our foreheads pressed together, his grunts in time with my soft moans. It was powerful as much as it was sexy, and thrills and waves of pleasure rocketed down my spine.
He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close, kissing my lips and pressing my hips down on his cock. He held me there, kissing me hard, before suddenly standing and lifting me. I laughed as he turned me, laying me on my back on the bench and spreading my legs wide.
He slowly pressed his cock deep inside me. “I need to come deep inside you,” he said. “I love seeing these legs spread wide for me, this pussy dripping wet.”
He began to fuck me like that, his thick cock sliding deep inside me, his skin slapping against my skin. I groaned as I took him, holding onto the bar supports above my head.
He began to work my clit with his fingers, fucking me on the bench press. His cock pushed harder into me, and I could feel my sweat rolling down my skin. Pleasure and desire rocketed through my brain.
He pulled back and took my hips, turning me around. I stood, straddling the bench, as he sat back and slowly pulled my hips back against him. I felt his cock slide deep inside me from behind as he began to fuck me.
I was totally lost in him again, completely out of my mind with the need for his cock. He pushed deeper and harder inside me, and I began to work myself back, sliding along his length, working his cock. I rode him like that, his hands rough on my hips.
He slapped my ass and I moaned. I could feel sweat dripping off my body as he fucked me and I rode him back, pushing harder and harder. I rode him wildly, letting his thick thrusts fill my pussy over and over again. He slapped my ass again and then slipped his hands around my hips to work my clit.
I could feel it coming. I could feel the orgasm inches away as I rode back, fucking him, slamming my body down against him.
“I’m coming,” I whispered.
“Say it louder,” he commanded.
“I’m coming,” I said again.
“Again,” he commanded.
“Oh fuck, Gibson, I’m coming.”
He took my hips and slammed his cock inside me, fucking me savagely and roughly as the orgasm hit me. I gripped the bench as he continued to fuck me and I lost control of my body. It spasmed and twitched, and I moaned his name, a smile on my face. I came hard on his thick cock, and he kept fucking me, working me.
“Fuck, Avery,” he gasped. “I’m going to fill your little pussy up.”
I could hear him groan as he gripped my hips. I moaned, wanting it, needing it so badly, and kept thrusting my hips back, sliding along his shaft.
Finally he came deep inside me, wet and hot. He held my hips hard, thrusting rough and deep, an animal filling my pussy. I loved every second of it, every single inch of him sliding deep inside me.
When we finished, we collapsed together on the exercise mat floor, his arms wrapped around me.
“Gym etiquette is we wipe off the bench after using it,” he said.
I laughed. “I think we’ll need more than a towel.”
“I’ll tip the janitor again.”
“That might be for the best.”
He held me hard, and I loved the feeling of his breath coming in and out, even and secure. I felt right and comfortable there with him, and I knew that he could take me anywhere. I’d follow him wherever he wanted, no matter what he wanted, because he was Gibson. He was the strongest man I knew, the smartest person I’d ever met, and the funniest guy I’d ever been around. He made me feel right.
Gibson could handle anything.
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Gibson
After cleaning up the weight bench and dropping Avery back at her apartment, I slowly walked back to my place, my mind buzzing with activity.
I had a choice to make, and I knew it was an important choice. It was the kind of choice that could change everything for me.