Worship the Alpha

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He stands in front of me, eyes wide, completely focused on every inch of my physique. I flex slow and hard—pecs bouncing, arms tight, abs sharp. I can see the hunger in his face as he steps closer, almost trembling.
I let him touch. His hands move over my chest, squeezing, rubbing, feeling the power just beneath my skin. He kisses my pecs, licks the sweat off my abs, and runs his fingers across every cut and curve of my muscle.
I keep flexing, commanding his full attention, showing him what it means to worship a real alpha. He doesn’t speak. He just obeys—devoted to every inch of the body towering above him.