Becoming His Gym Bunny (4/4)

Ellie and her boyfriend Adrian were on the way to the gym again, sunlight pouring in through the windshield as she touched up her makeup in the visor mirror. The seatbelt stretched snugly across her chest, pressing her big, soft tits together beneath the tight tank she’d picked out today.

Adrian glanced over at her, smirking. “You want a little pre-workout meal, babe?”

She didn’t say anything—just grinned, slow and dirty, before leaning over carefully and bracing one hand on his thigh. Her fingers slipped under the waistband of his shorts, tugging them down with practiced ease.

Her long, almond-shaped nails grazed his bare thigh as she dipped her head into his lap, plush lips parting without hesitation. Adrian’s cock met her tongue, and she let it slide deep into her mouth with practiced ease. She moaned softly, knowing how much he liked the vibration.

The car windows fogged slightly as she bobbed her head slowly, rhythmically, her perfect blonde curls spilling down his thigh. Adrian let out a deep groan, one hand tightening on the wheel, the other resting lightly on her head.

She picked up the pace as they got close, tongue swirling faster now, eyes half-lidded and hungry. By the time they turned into the parking lot, she had him right where she wanted him. She gave one final slurp, drawing him all the way to the back of her throat until he pulsed, thick and hot. Not a drop spilled—she swallowed with a teasing moan, licking her lips as she pulled off and giggled softly.

“Thanks for the meal, babe,” she winked, voice low and sultry, before popping open the door like nothing had happened.

Ellie grabbed Adrian’s hand as they walked into the gym, her manicured hand fitting easily into his strong, masculine one.

She wore a mocha-brown seamless set that clung like a second skin—high-waisted leggings hugging her thick thighs and heart-shaped ass, her cropped tee just tight enough to show the sway of her soft breasts with every step. Her waist was impossibly tight, the kind that made everything beneath it look that much fuller. Every inch of her gleamed—lips glossy, lashes fluttering, curves jiggling just slightly with every step as she sauntered in beside her boyfriend.

Ellie adored working out with him. The way his biceps flexed with each bench press, the trail of sweat running down between his pecs—it made her bite her lip every time. Her workouts were serious too, of course. She had to keep that ass thick and those hips wide, after all.

She settled in at the squat rack, legs apart, her round cheeks straining perfectly against the clingy fabric. Each rep made her thighs tremble just enough to draw attention. But her favorite part?

Adrian stepping in behind her.

“Need a spot, babe?” he asked, voice low and amused.

He placed his hands on her hips, fingers splayed wide, thumbs brushing against the top of her waistband. And as she dipped down into another squat, he leaned in—his hips pressing firmly against her ass, letting her feel the thick, hard length of his cock through his shorts. Teasing. Claiming.

Ellie whimpered, biting her lip as she pushed up through her legs, pretending to focus on her form while her body screamed for more contact.

“That’s it,” he whispered behind her. “Keep those hips steady for me.”

All she could think about was later—how she’d straddle his lap, thighs spread wide as she sank down onto his thick cock, her manicured nails dragging down his chest while his hands gripped her ass. She'd worked hard for this body, for this life, for him. And every moan, every gasp, every stretch that made her softer, rounder, needier—was worth it.

She was his gym bunny now. And there was no place she’d rather be.