Good looks, charm, and all the motherfucking money in the world.

That’s me, Colt McCoy, in a nutshell. Don’t be put off by the name, though—I can assure you there’s nothing coy about me. In fact, it’s pretty much the opposite. Just ask the blonde on her knees right in front of me.

Oh, fuck, that’s right.

She can’t talk.

Her mouth is kind of busy right now, you know?

“Mmm,” she moans, her lips rolling down the length of my cock. It’s hard to tell, since my cock is putting such a strain on her jaw, but I’m willing to bet that there’s a smile of pure fucking delight on her lips.

“Fuck, that’s good,” I whisper as I tangle my fingers on her hair, my hands keeping up with her pace as she bobs her head back and forth. Swear to God, as much as I enjoy a fucking blowjob, it always looks like these chicks get so much more enjoyment from it than I do. No wonder—at twelve inches and change, my cock is better than a fucking magic wand.

This is one of the perks of being a fucking billionaire gym owner: unrestrained access to the best pussy in the world. Now, don’t think I go around harassing all of my clients. It’s nothing like that; it’s just that my fucking reputation precedes me.

Every single woman that comes to one of my gyms, comes with the hope of meeting me. And maybe, just maybe, have me as a PT for a couple of hours. Now, I haven’t worked as a PT for years now...but if a good-looking chick needs my help when it comes to burning a few calories, my cock is more than willing to help...and that at no charge.

Want proof? Well, just take a look at this one, Lisa or whatever the fuck her name is. She spent all fucking morning eyeing me; I mean, she spent three fucking hours walking on the treadmill, turning her neck around like the fucking girl from the Exorcist every time I walked by. Tight round ass, perky and firm breasts, and full lips that were begging for something long and hard...she fit the bill, and so I was more than happy to give her a free workout.

I feel kind of bad for ditching the guys—Dominic, Taylor and Malcolm—but screw it. They can hit the weights without me, and if there’s anyone that understands the supreme importance of desperate pussy, it’s these guys. More than just being my clients, they’re my friends, and that because they know how I fucking roll.

Power, money, and pussy—that’s the triangle of values our friendship has been built on. Sure, Dominic and Malcolm have decided to get married and do the love thing, but that doesn’t change who they are at their core. They’ve just decided to focus on a single pussy for the rest of their lives. Hey, I’m not judging—to each their own, after all -, but that’s just not something I’m ready to do. I mean, why the fuck would I commit to a single chick when hundreds of hot women stroll willingly into my gym each and every morning?

Besides, I have a series of gyms set up across the tri-state area, meaning that wherever I go there’s always someone in need of an extra-dirty workout. Most times, though, I spend the day at my flagship gym, the one where I’m currently in. Set in the Upper East Side, the building is a fucking marvel. Glass panels on the outside, giving it an art-house feel, and equipped with the best apparel money can buy, Colt Academy is the best fucking gym you can set your foot on.

Curious? Just come around and I’ll give you a discount, baby. But anyway, you didn’t buy this novel to hear about gym subscriptions, did you? As much of a good writer Tara Starr is, it’d be a waste to have her spend words on legalese crap like that.

“So good, Colt!” The brunette moans as my cock pops out from her mouth; without missing a beat, she grabs it with both hands and starts stroking me hard, my cock growing harder against her fingers. “You’re...so...big!”

“Just wait till we get started,” I tell her with a grin, reaching down and grabbing her by the wrists. Forcing her to stop, I pull her up to her feet and then push her back against the floor to ceiling windows. We’re on my private office on the upper floor, and it overlooks the entire gym area downstairs, including the pool; since I like my privacy, the windows in here are one-way mirrors, meaning that I can see what’s happening down below without anyone seeing what I’m doing up here.

Pretty fucking convenient right now, huh?

Taking my hands to her hips, I force her to turn around, her back to me, and push her yoga pants down in one single movement. At the sight of her toned ass cheeks and wet pussy, my cock twitches hard, almost as if signaling me it’s time for us to get serious. Not one to go against my cock’s fucking prerogatives, I grab it with one hand and push its tip against the chick’s pussy.

“Oh, fuck me! Fuck me now!” She begs me, her voice already quivering. Without giving it a second thought, I ram the whole length of my cock inside her pussy, and she screams so fucking loud even my eardrums seem as if they’re about to fucking rupture. Good thing I’m already using to these crazy sluts screaming their heads off all the fucking time; the only time they ever seem to shut up is when my cock is filling their mouth.

As I keep on ramming her hard, I gaze down at the gym below. It’ll be 5 PM soon enough, meaning that the place will start filling up pretty soon; I can already see a couple of chicks on the treadmills, some dudes hitting the squat rack, and a group of elderly people getting ready for some water aerobics.

Then, out of fucking nowhere, I see a blonde chick walk inside the gym. Long flowing hair, toned legs, and the most perfect and succulent breasts I’ve ever seen; her tight yoga pants and pink tank top make her body seem even more alluring, and I squint my eyes as I try to see her in the distance.

Who the fuck is she? I don’t think I’ve ever seen her here before. Not that surprising, being that I have thousands of clients, but still...a hot chick like this? You’d think I’d have spotted her the first time she stepped foot inside the fucking building.

My gaze follows her as she walks toward one of the stair climbers, and. holy fucking shit. As she starts to move, her perfect ass cheeks squeezing tight as she climbs those stairs, I feel all blood inside my body rushing to my fucking cock. This is the hottest fucking woman I’ve ever seen. And no, I’m not fucking overreacting—I’ve banged enough fucking sluts to know what the fuck I’m talking about.

I start fucking the slut in front of me so fucking hard that I hear the window rattle in its frame. Good thing I installed shatter-proof glass in here, so that we don’t land completely naked on top of the old folks stretching near the fucking pool.

“C-COLT!” The girl half-stammers, half-screams, but I can barely hear her over the sound of my thighs slapping her ass. All the while, my eyes keep their laser-focus on the hot blonde chick on the stairwell down below. She’s already sweating, her tank top plastered to her smooth skin, and that just drives me over the fucking edge.

I thrust so fucking hard, cum burning its way up my cock, that I hear the window hinges snapping apart.

“Fuck!” I breathe out as I watch the whole glass panel get unstuck right in front of me. Acting fast, I push the girl to the side so that she doesn’t fall down, but it’s already too late for me to move.

As the window panel falls from the upper office, crashing right on the surface of the empty pool, everyone in the fucking gym looks up to see what the fuck is happening. And that, of course, right in time to see me with my pants down, a fucking river of cum shooting up in an arch from my hard cock.

And now, a blessing from the Gods, I almost want to scream out as I make it rain on everyone, but I’m wise enough to keep my mouth fucking shut.

“Fuuuck,” is all I manage to groan as my body tenses up from its orgasm, my cock raining down an army of microscopic Colts over the fucking old people near the pool. By the time they look up, confused about what’s happening, it’s already too late. The 87th Battalion of Cum Colts has already landed.

On the bright side, I hear semen is good for the skin.

Maybe I should charge them for this.

A flash from the end of the gym area draws my attention and, as I push my pants up, I notice a few of my clients snapping pictures with their fucking phones.

Ah, fuck.

Well, baby, what can I say? I think Tara introduced us at the right moment in time. Because shit is definitely going to get interesting now.

Buckle up, hun. It’s going to be a wild fucking ride.