Chapter 3
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He stripped off his shirt, revealing sculpted muscles that sent a powerful wave of masculine energy washing over me.
Bruce's torso was absolutely perfect—toned, lean, and sharply defined.
The bed was wide. As he climbed on top of me, his massive, hard manhood brushed against the crease of my thigh.
Somehow, as he adjusted his position, it kept rubbing against my buttocks, growing hotter with every touch.
A desperate itch built up inside me, as if a kitten were playfully clawing at my heart.
Bruce suddenly groaned, and his fingers began to find their way between my thighs.
I squeezed my legs shut immediately, terrified he would realize how wet I was.
"Relax, this is just part of the massage."
Hearing his voice, I slowly relaxed my legs. A wave of forbidden pleasure shot straight to my head.
My mind told me to stop, but my body was too honest, secretly yearning for more.
The thrilling shame brought another wave of pleasure, and a warm rush of moisture slipped out.
Sensing my reaction, he parted my legs wider. His calloused fingertips began to rub and tease my sweet spot, fueling the flame of desire inside me.
Then, his fingers slid further down...
Shocked, I instinctively tried to pull back.
But his finger was already inside. The sudden, full sensation made my skin tingle, and soft moans escaped my lips.
Hearing my whimpers, Bruce moved with even more vigor, adding a second finger and quickening his pace.
The feeling of being filled brought an instant wave of satisfaction.
In the quiet room, our heavy breaths grew louder.
My face burned hot, half from pure shame and half from the pleasure Bruce was giving me.
Suddenly, Bruce shifted his position.
He took off his glasses, his gentle demeanor completely vanishing. The veins on his arms bulged with raw power.
Staring into his fierce, predatory eyes, I felt my mind spin and my body numb.
A moment later, he leaned in and whispered, "Do you want to feel my body?"
Without giving me a second to refuse, he pressed his naked body flush against mine.
His physique was magnificent, firm and powerful. But the first thing I registered wasn't his muscle—it was the scorching heat of him, hard against me.
My breath hitched, and my heart seemed to skip a beat.
Honestly, in the two months since marrying Jason, I had never felt such ecstasy. He was so small down there that I barely felt a thing when he entered. I never even knew what it felt like to be truly filled.
A deep longing bloomed within me. If a mere finger felt this good, how incredible would his real thing be?
My moans became louder and more unrestrained.
Sensing my arousal, Bruce slowly rubbed his thick shaft against me.
Somehow, my thong got pushed aside, leaving our intimate parts pressed closely against each other.
I froze in shock.
Taking advantage of the moment, he slipped my thong off, a wild look of raw desire in his eyes.
"You want this too, don't you? s*x is the fastest way to stimulate those muscles."
I shook my head, trying to resist. But wave after wave of intense pleasure washed over me, leaving me torn between raw desire and my moral conscience.
Panting heavily, Bruce continued to tempt me.
"Jason can't satisfy you every day, can he? What are you waiting for?"
Fighting back the desire, I shook my head anyway.
"I'm just here to treat my anterior pelvic tilt. I can't cheat on my husband."
But to my surprise, his eyes turned bloodshot, and he grabbed my wrists. "It's just therapy. Stop resisting and enjoy this with me."
Bruce took a step forward, parting my legs.
Meanwhile, he seemed to swell even larger against me, thick and heavy.
My jaw dropped, and I struggled desperately.
But his strength easily overpowered mine. Pinning me down, he lifted me into the air.
I felt a sudden draft between my legs.
With nothing to support me, I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist.
His massive shaft pressed against my intimate area, and the searing heat made me shudder, my own wetness soaking his tip.
It felt like a guidepost, directing me exactly where to go, tempting me to lose myself in pleasure.
I tried to fight back, but my defenses had already crumbled to dust.
"It's just the two of us in here, and this room is completely soundproof. No one will ever find out."
Holding me tight, he pressed me down onto the massage table.
He propped himself up on his hands, his strong frame looming over me as his thick, hard length pressed against me.
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