"Come on, sit your ass right here!"
His monstrous hand clawed me like an eagle, clutching its prey. I could feel his knuckles rubbing against my sternum as he hoisted me off my feet. Tony released me from his clutches, and I crashed heavily on his black leather couch.
Immediately, he encroached on my personal space, placing his body on my lap and trapping me between his torso and the wall. We were both layered by his crimson bathrobe, insulating our sexual energy. Our heavy breaths grew louder, echoing throughout the room.
"You've been waiting all night for this huh?" Tony asked ardently.
I nodded, completely mesmerized at the sight before me. His clabbered pecs danced to the rhythm of his panting. The ridges of his abdominals soldered themselves against his tan. Each of them looked like one Hawaiian bread roll, only in a rock-solid state of course.
"Has this been your dream babe?" Tony taunts. "You've been waiting to be smothered by these pecs?"
Each slab of muscle on his chest striated with each bounce. Left. Right. Left. Right. Left. Right. Similar to an intense ping-pong match that you don't want to see the end of.
"You can't imagine how much pussy has been offered to me today. How many admirers practically undressed me with their eyes as I prepped for this competition? I've been sowing for months on end," he smirked, "but you're the one who gets to reap all of my hard work!"
I sulked with desire.
He took hold of my wrists and positioned my hands over his unflexed stomach. He lets out a heavy hiss as he exhales, deflating the skin around his abdomen. My fingers fastened between each crevice as he flexed.
Tony gave out a big arrogant grunt, "fuck yeah baby!"
He could have crushed pecan shells with his abs in just one exhale. My hands lounged around every ribbon of ripped muscle. His obliques accentuated the texture of his lats. Both of his lats were thick enough to clutch onto. Muscled love handles.
Tony moved my hands aside and our gaze met. He slowly peeled off the crimson robe and let it drop on the floor, leaving himself au naturel.
"How does this body feel?"
"Phenomenal I-I," the stuttering returns, "It's so fucking dense?"
"Yeah?" He licked his lips. "No part of me is soft brother." We both look down at his solid cock in admiration. All 8 inches of him were pointing up in my direction. My dick was being compressed by the seams of my pants.
"Who would've known you'd goon through the screen only to be so lucky as to get to goon in person?" He scoffs. "And I gotta say, many soft boys like you puss out when confronted with their desires but you've become the exception."
The top of his fingers tilted my chin upward to look at him. Both of the pupils in his eyes bore into my soul.
"No, you doubled down and stood on business huh babe?" He gloated. "Yeah, you know what's fucking good! You know where to talk your shit and go for what you want. And how to go for WHO you want."
He let out a deep sigh as his face lingered over mine. His breath was minty fresh. He came prepared. Prepared for me.
"Do you want me babe?" He teased.
I nodded.
"Yeah?"
He moaned as his lips devoured mine. Our tongues wrestled playfully against each other inside our chamber of flesh. And even in this regard, he dominated.
He guided the back of my head towards the nape of his neck. I lathered it up with every fluid within me in pure greed. It's as if my mouth was my G-spot, every time it made contact with his body it brought tingles that shot straight to my dick.