Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 28323 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 142(@200wpm)___ 113(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28323 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 142(@200wpm)___ 113(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
I backed away from the gym with unsteady legs. Oh my god, what did I just see? My face was flushed as my nipples grew hard, and to my embarrassment, hot cream flooded my pussy. I squeezed my thighs tight together, and then squeezed my eyes shut too.
You shouldn’t be seeing these things, Nova! At the very least, you shouldn’t be noticing them.
But I’ve glimpsed the man of the house’s enormous tool now ... and for better or worse, I want to taste it for myself.
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Hunter
It’s the day before Christmas, and all through the house...
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
I let out a snort because it’s Christmas Eve, and yet I’m working. Unfortunately, this season isn’t my favorite time of year. It’s never been. Call me a grinch, but the mounds of snow on the ground, slippery slush, and general grayness of New York during this season do not bring to mind holiday cheer. Instead, it makes me morose and depressed.
So I did what I always do. I got up at 5 a.m. and hit the gym. After pouring my heart, body, and soul into an intense, two-hour workout, I showered and got dressed and then made myself a protein-heavy breakfast of egg whites, oat milk with whey powder, and a putrid green shake. It’s not the tastiest shit out there, but I need to eat clean to maintain my build.
After all, I take pains with my appearance because I value the appreciative looks I get from women on the street. I see how the ladies eye my broad shoulders hungrily, some licking their glossy lips and tossing their hair back as I stroll by. I see how they imagine themselves beneath me in bed, and I see how their pupils dilate as they thrust out their breasts, their bodies already beginning to ovulate.
Even crazier, other men aren’t immune either. I enter a restaurant, bar, or gym, and dudes look over my physique with a faint cast of envy mixed with guilt. It’s not an illusion, my friends. You need to hit the weights like a maniac, run like a fiend, and focus on protein in your diet.
So yeah, no dad bod for me. I personally find those repulsive, and there’s no reason to sport a paunchy belly, or soft thighs. I like to keep things rock hard, solid, and virile. A man with looks, money and power? Irresistible to women, while simultaneously a threat to others of my sex.
Still, it doesn’t help to know that despite sporting the physique of a gladiator, I’m all alone in my home office, working at 9 a.m. on Christmas Eve. Yeah, it’s December 24 and when I look out the window, I can see soft smatterings of rain brushing against the windowpane as the tree outside rustles its leaves, swaying a bit in the wind. The gray fog of depression deepens, and I shake my head, disgusted with myself. What the fuck? Alpha males don’t suffer from depression. We fuck women to clear our minds, and then walk out with nary a care in the world. Or at least, that’s what happens in the books.
But life is more than a romance novel. My life hasn’t been perfect, and I’ll be the first to tell you that there have been a lot of curveballs during my years on this planet. The first was my career. I genuinely wanted to play professional baseball as a youth, but I busted my Achilles tendon during college. The doctors told me that no amount of surgery nor rehab was going to “fix” my problem, and my dreams of becoming a pro athlete were over. It was astonishing that years of practice and preparation could vanish within a few seconds, but so be it. It was also the first time major depression struck in my life.
But it evaporated with time. The silver lining of the injury was that it happened when I was a sophomore in college. Not only did I have access to the best PTs and doctors at the university hospital, but I bonded well with them too. In fact, I was inspired to change my major to chemistry, and to take the MCATs my senior year. Lo and behold, I excelled and entered the New Jersey Institute of Osteopathic Medicine, determined to practice medicine one day.
The other silver lining to my injury was that I met a particularly pretty physical therapist named Betsy while rehabbing my injury. Previously, I’d been a total horndog, as many baseball players are wont to be. But Betsy brought out a different side of me. She had big blue eyes, a gentle demeanor, and the sweetest smile this side of Heaven. She was a single mother with a toddler, but it was fine because her daughter wasn’t around much. The pre-school her daughter attended was close to where Betsy’s ex lived, and so the little girl was pretty much out of sight, out of mind.