I met her at the gym after midnight. She was the only one left, slamming weights like they owed her money. Her name was Lena. Thick arms, veined and pumped, shoulders wide as a doorframe, abs cut so deep you could hide coins in them. She caught me staring while she did squats, ass and quads flexing under those tiny shorts.
"You like what you see?" she asked, voice low and rough.
"Fuck yeah," I said.
She grinned, wiped sweat off her chest, and told me to follow her home. No small talk. We barely made it through her door before she shoved me against the wall and ripped my shirt open.
"Get hard for me," she ordered, grabbing my cock through my pants and squeezing. I was already stiff. She dropped her shorts, kicked them aside, and flexed one bicep right in my face.
"Feel that."
I ran my hands over the hard peak. She was solid everywhere. She yanked my pants down, spit on my dick, and stroked it fast and tight. Then she pushed me onto the couch and climbed on top. Her thighs were like steel cables. She rubbed her shaved pussy along my shaft, getting it wet, then sank down in one hard drop.
"Fuck," I groaned. She was tight and hot, muscles clenching around me like she was trying to break me. She started riding, slow at first, then pounding. Every time she dropped, her abs tightened and her tits bounced. I grabbed her hips but she slapped my hands away.
"Watch," she said. She flexed her quads and lifted herself almost off my cock, then slammed back down. The sound was wet and filthy. She did it again and again, using those powerful legs to fuck me like a machine.
I reached up and squeezed her biceps while she moved. They were pumped and rock hard. She moaned when I dug my fingers in. "Harder," she growled. I squeezed until my knuckles went white. She leaned forward, planted her hands on my chest, and ground her clit against me with every thrust.
She flipped us without pulling off. Suddenly I was on top, but she still controlled everything. Her legs wrapped around my waist and locked. I couldn't pull back more than an inch. She squeezed and my breath caught. "You like being trapped by muscle?" she asked, smirking.
I slammed into her as hard as I could. She took it, laughing low in her throat. Her pussy kept pulsing around my cock. Sweat ran down between her tits and over her abs. I licked it off while I fucked her.
She pushed me up, got on all fours, and told me to take her from behind. Her back was a map of muscle. I gripped her wide lats and drove in deep. She pushed back every time, meeting me with that same brutal strength. One hand reached back and pulled my balls, hard. "Don't you fucking come yet," she warned.
I pulled out, flipped her onto her back, and shoved her legs up. Her flexibility was insane. I folded her nearly in half and buried myself again. She flexed her calves against my shoulders and grinned. "Harder. I can take it."
I gave her everything. The couch creaked. Her pussy made obscene wet sounds every time I bottomed out. She reached down and rubbed her clit in fast circles, muscles in her forearm standing out. When she came she clamped down so tight I almost lost it. Her whole body shook, abs rippling, thighs trembling but still locked around me.
She didn't let me finish inside her. She shoved me off, dropped to her knees, and sucked me deep. One hand stroked the base while her mouth worked the head. Her other hand kept flexing, showing off. I came hard down her throat and she swallowed every drop, then licked me clean like it was nothing.
We lay there breathing heavy. She flexed one arm again, just because she could, and told me I could come back tomorrow if I wanted more.
I already knew I would.
