His Love - Cassandra Dee Page 0,49
Association, not to mention the Ridgewood High PTA. They’ll truly be in a bucket of shit then, and it’ll be their own doing.
Yet, I have to admit that I’m titillated because these men are absolutely gorgeous. Take Trace for example. He’s clearly the leader of this group, and he exudes charisma. He’s got thick, charcoal-colored hair that’s currently still slightly damp. His features are bold and masculine with a Roman nose, a high, proud brow, and sensually sculpted lips. But it’s his body that has me panting for more because right now, all five men are draped only in towels, and I can see the utter perfection of their chiseled physiques.
They all have broad shoulders, strong, wide chests, and six packs that make my mouth go dry. Not only that, but tattoos circle their powerful arms, and Trace especially has an arrow of dark hair starting at his navel that leads down to the hem of his towel. It’s like a signpost directing me exactly where to go.
“You can’t be serious,” I say in a shocked whisper. “You want me to provide relaxation that way?”
Howard looks at me with amused eyes. He’s blond like a Viking with powerful shoulders and the look of a linebacker. Will he be as big down there, where it counts?
“Yes,” he says casually. “That’s exactly what we mean. And in fact, I’ll get us started, if you’re amenable.”
With that, he whips off his towel revealing Thor’s hammer. Holy shit, it’s every bit as big as I expected. The huge club descends all the way to his knee, and is thick like a soda can at the base. I can’t possibly take that, can I?
“Yes you can,” Trace says with a smile. “You absolutely can, Mia.”
To my shock, suddenly I realize that all five men have dropped their towels, and that I’m surrounded by acres and acres of delectable male flesh. My eyes rove from one to another, taking in miles of bronzed skin, hard muscle, as well as huge, powerful poles. Oh my god, they’re all enormous. Each one of them is at least ten inches, which means that I’d be taking fifty inches total. Can I handle it?
“Is this really the tryouts?” I ask in a trembling voice. But then my hand claps over my mouth. I can’t seriously be entertaining their dirty proposition, can I?
Howard merely smiles again, reaching forward to fist his club a little. It’s already growing hard and as I watch with wide eyes, it grows and grows like a magical snake, until it’s stiff and pointing right at me.
“This is the tryouts,” he confirms with a tinge of amusement in his voice. “Well, at least stage one.”
“Stage one?” I squeal. “There’s more after this?”
“There’s more,” confirms George. “Tryouts for the football team are very competitive, Mia. All of us had to survive rounds of cuts, and we can’t go easy just for you.”
I stare at them, almost unable to breathe. I’m literally surrounded by a ring of nude, God-like men, whose poles are stiff and beginning to drip with male seed.
“Wait a minute,” I say. “Are there other women going through tryouts too? Am I competing against anyone?”
Trace throws his head back and laughs, revealing perfectly white teeth.
“Of course not,” he says. “There are no other women, but we just want to make sure you’re aware of the rules. Taking us today, right now, doesn’t automatically guarantee our sponsorship. We need to test you multiple ways, Mia, to make sure you’re a fit for the team. It’s natural,” he says.
I open my mouth to protest. There’s no way in hell that I’m going to allow myself to pull a train and service these five, gorgeous men. But instead, the words that come out from my lips surprise even me.
“So when do we start?” I ask.
The answering growls from the men are my answer, and my body flares as they draw close.
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To be continued …
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She’s curvy and gorgeous, and it drives me insane. Jenny has always been beautiful, but recently she’s put on some weight and it makes her curves even more luscious and tempting. At the moment, she’s riding my face and wailing long, low and loud as I