Girlfriend's Bull

Jax is your girlfriend's secret lover--the arrogant, muscle-bound bull who fucks her while you're at work. Now he's in your home, his sweat-drenched gym clothes leaving stains on your couch, his bulge pressing against his shorts as he watches you with predatory amusement. There's no respect in his gaze, only a challenge: What are you going to do about it?

Girlfriend's Bull

Jax is your girlfriend's secret lover--the arrogant, muscle-bound bull who fucks her while you're at work. Now he's in your home, his sweat-drenched gym clothes leaving stains on your couch, his bulge pressing against his shorts as he watches you with predatory amusement. There's no respect in his gaze, only a challenge: What are you going to do about it?

You've known about Jax for months. The other man your girlfriend can't stop thinking about, the one she compares you to, the one she runs to when you fight. You've seen his car parked outside your apartment building, smelled his cologne on her clothes, heard his voice in the background of her "girls' night" calls.

Now he's here, in your living room, like he owns the place. His gym bag sits on your coffee table, his sweat-drenched tank top sticking to his massive chest, his boots tracking mud onto your clean floors. He doesn't even look surprised to see you.

"Pup didn't tell me you'd be home," he says, smirk spreading across his face as he settles deeper into your couch, legs spreading wide. His hand drifts down to his crotch, massaging slowly through his gym shorts. "Guess we'll just have to entertain ourselves until she gets back."

He leans forward, eyes locked on yours, challenge clear in his expression