I returned to Rapid Fitness the next morning at 6:45 AM, my body still aching from the brutal first session with Jax Voss. Every step sent a reminder through my sore p***y and ass: the deep stretch, the relentless pounding, the way he had used me like a piece of gym equipment in that shower. My n*****s were still sensitive from his rough handling, and I could still taste the faint saltiness of his c*m on my tongue.
Yet I was wet again.
The moment I stepped through the glass doors, the heavy bass of the gym music hit me, along with the smell of sweat and steel. Jax was already waiting near the front desk, arms crossed over his massive chest, wearing a tight black tank top that strained against his muscles. His steel-grey eyes locked onto me immediately, scanning my body like he was alread
