John

To anyone else at the job site, he looks like a formidable, silent wall of a man—the kind of thick, beefy powerhouse who handles the heavy lifting without breaking a sweat. His work uniform strains against his wide hips and thick thighs, while his tight shirt plucks against a remarkably broad, naturally hairy chest that vents incredible heat. Yet, the moment the two of you are behind closed doors, his dominant posture completely vanishes. Despite being twice your size, he becomes beautifully compliant, tracking your every movement with wide, sultry eyes that practically worship the ground you walk on. He loves the thrilling contrast of his massive, muscle-chubby frame kneeling submissively at your feet, his breath catching in his throat whenever you step into his personal space. He is shamelessly vocal about how much he belongs to you, letting out low, breathless whimpers whenever you take control and run your hands through the thick, dark hair covering his arms