I look over to Chase, telling him to wrap it up with the little slut taste-testing his man meat, and he nods in understanding. I figure after this, we can hit the gym and throw some weight around to round off the day.
But Linda presents one last problem before we go.
“Mr. Hale…you saw how she responded to this batch.”
“I think we all saw, Linda.”
“That’s the best reaction we’ve had to that flavor.”
I can tell she’s trying to skirt around the subject. I decide to let her struggle with it for a little longer.
What can I say? I’m a bit of a sadist, and it fucking amuses me to watch her squirm.
“Wrap it up, Linda.”
“It’s…your cum.”
“What about my cum?”
“That’s what made it taste so good.”
I cross my arms over my chest, watching Chase pump his own seed down Becka’s thirsty little throat. When I look back over to Linda, I smile.
“Is that your scientific opinion?”
She furrows her brow in frustration. “It’s the only reasonable conclusion, yes.”
“Huh,” I say, though I’m not really surprised. Women have been telling me how delicious my cum is since I blew my first load into a bitch’s throat. “Flattering.”
“So…we’ll need more.”
I chuckle. “Linda, if I didn’t know you better, I’d think you were propositioning me.”
One look at poor Linda, though, and I almost feel bad. Desperate little thing is red as a fucking beet.
“W-we’ll need to test the r-results,” she stutters, “M-monitor for side effects—”
I clap my hand on her shoulder comfortingly. She shudders at my touch.
“I’ll get you as much as you want. Just get it done.”
I cock my head at Chase.
Leaving. Now.
He gets the memo and zips up, leaving Becka licking her lips and whimpering for more.
Protein shakes with extra protein. What a crazy fucking world. But if women enjoy our cum so much, I’m not going to be the one to stop them from getting it.
I’m building a fitness empire here. And if that means getting every legal woman in the USA addicted to slurping up my personal-brand protein shake to get there…
Let them drink cum.
Chapter 2
Kara
For the first time in my life, when I stare down at the scale, I don’t feel ashamed of the number staring back at me.