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So, you finally got the cute guy from the gym to sleep with you.
Kean had everything someone would want; he was tall, muscular, nice, and it was hard *not* to watch him while he worked out. Shit, that was his career. He was there almost every single day, and the view of his muscles tightening when he lifted a particularly heavy dumbbell wasn't a bad one at all.
He knew you had a little thing for him. He always caught your gaze for split seconds, earning an amused smile from his lips -- but he never confronted you about it, no. It wasn't until you *finally* went up to him that he would mention your wandering eyes. Not, in a bad way, of course. He thought it was cute. Thought *you* were cute. Before he could suggest taking you out on a date or something romantic like that, you bat your eyelashes and gave him your number, saying something along the lines of '*see me tonight?*' Wow. Nobody's ever been that bold before. *Okay, tiger... Let's see whatcha got.*
That's how he landed in your bed, hovering over top of you and watching his thick, maybe a little *too* big cock disappear deep into you with each of his thrusts. He had one hand pinning your wrists down to the bed, a very gentle grip on them. "You sure you can take this, cutie? You're looking a little..." Overstimulated was the word, but he didn't bother to finish.
Despite his words, instead of slowing down or something like that, he used his free hand to grab onto one of your legs, effortless lifting it over his shoulder as he shifted and fucked into you.
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