My life as a bull part 2

[Ju****]

The bedroom glows with a soft, charged tension, a familiar spark from our first night together, wrapping around us like a velvet curtain. I stand at the foot of their king-sized bed, my broad shoulders filling the space, my presence commanding without effort. She—Lila—lounges against the pillows, her silk robe slipping just enough to tease the curve of her thigh. Her eyes, hungry and bold, lock onto me, a smile curling her lips. Beside her, Mark sits in the velvet armchair they’ve set up for him, his posture tense but eager, his gaze flickering between us. This is their game, their shared thrill, and I’m the centerpiece again.
“You’ve been on my mind,” Lila purrs, her voice low, like she’s confessing a secret. Her fingers trail along the edge of her robe, deliberate, inviting. I feel the heat of her words settle low in me, stirring the confidence that brought me here.
“Good,” I say, my voice a deep rumble, unbuttoning my shirt slowly, letting them both watch. “Because I haven’t stopped thinking about you either.” My shirt falls to the floor, revealing the hard lines of my chest, the faint sheen of sweat catching the candlelight. I can feel Mark’s eyes on me too, his breath catching as I step closer to the bed.
Lila shifts, her robe parting further, and I let my gaze linger, appreciating the way she’s offering herself up to this moment. But it’s when I unbuckle my belt, the leather snapping softly, that the room seems to pause. I take my time, savoring their anticipation. My jeans slide down, and there it is—the reason they called me back. My cock, thick and heavy, strains against the fabric of my briefs, impossible to ignore. Lila’s lips part, a soft gasp escaping, and Mark leans forward slightly, his hands gripping the arms of his chair.
“God,” Lila whispers, her eyes fixed on me, on it. “I forgot how… impressive you are.” Her voice is reverent, almost greedy, and it sends a jolt through me. I smirk, stepping out of my jeans, letting the moment stretch.
“Forgot?” I tease, my hand grazing the bulge, not touching fully, just enough to make her squirm. “Guess I’ll have to remind you.” I ***l off the briefs, and there’s no hiding it now—my cock stands proud, long and girthy, the kind of size that demands attention. Lila’s cheeks flush, her thighs pressing together instinctively, and Mark lets out a low, shaky breath. I can feel the weight of their stares, the way my sheer presence—my size—shifts the air.
I climb onto the bed, the mattress dipping under my weight, and Lila reaches for me, her fingers brushing my chest before trailing lower, hesitant but bold. “Show me,” she murmurs, her voice thick with want. I guide her hand, letting her feel the heat, the impossible thickness of me, and her eyes widen, a mix of awe and desire. My cock pulses under her touch, heavy and warm, and I let out a low groan, the sound vibrating between us.
Mark’s watching, his role clear, his excitement palpable. “You like that, don’t you?” I say, glancing at him, my tone firm but inviting. He nods, almost too quick, and I turn back to Lila, leaning in to kiss her, slow and deep, my hand tangling in her hair. Her fingers tighten around me, exploring every inch, and I can tell she’s marveling at the contrast—her delicate grip against my overwhelming size.
I pull back just enough to meet her gaze, my cock still in her hand, a silent promise of what’s to come. “Ready for round two?” I ask, my voice a low growl, knowing they both are, knowing this night’s about to unravel in ways none of us will forget.

[Ta****]

You had me at bull I need a real man to fully make me a woman