Interactive: Preying at The Altar, ch. 4 (Patreon)

“Of course,” Chris said distractedly, only half looking up from his phone at the tall, thin brunette pulling her shirt on.  He wasn’t going to call her.  He didn’t even remember her name, and he wasn’t interested in finding out.  She’d gotten the better end of the deal, he thought to himself as he watched her get dressed.  Her ass DID look phenomenal in her tight leggings, but once they’d gotten down to it, he’d had much better.  Hell, he’d told himself during the mediocre blowjob, Nate was a better lay on his worst day.  Once you got past the mammoth cock, the burly, tattooed giant had a mouth and an ass that couldn’t be beat.  

He forced a smile and waved as she let herself out.  “Fuuuuck, I thought she’d never leave,” he yawned, dropping his phone and stretching his naked body on the bed.  He scratched at the patch of dark hair that grew in density as it spread into the deep valley formed by his appealing pecs before running down his washboard abs in a straight line.  It thickened again when it reached the manicured bush from which his impressively long cock and weighty balls sprung.  From there the dark hairs thinned around his small, solid cheeks and steely thighs until increasing in frequency again at his toned calves and large, wide feet.  

Chris looked over at the clock and finally rolled out of bed.  He was already an hour late to work, but he wasn’t concerned.  It was his dad’s firm, so it’s not like he was going to get fired.  He usually didn’t show up until the afternoon anyway, so by his own standards he’d be early.  His coworkers could complain all they want; all it did was make them look bad.  He knew his dad didn’t care either way.  His whole life, Chris had been nothing but a drain on the old man’s wallet and patience.  He’d been buying the young man’s way out of trouble since high school.  He’d tried to buy his son’s way into college, but even money only went so far when Chris wouldn’t put up so much as a token effort.  He was much more concerned with working out, partying, and getting laid than going to class.  None of that had changed much since getting kicked out of school, the only difference now was that he was more concerned with working out, partying, and getting laid than going to work.  

He sauntered into the bathroom and went through his morning inspection, flexing in front of the mirror and examining each of his large, defined muscles.  He was meticulous about his appearance.  His dark brown hair was cut weekly and the stubble on his lean, high cheeks was expertly maintained.  His body was the one area in his life where he managed any sort of discipline.  He never skipped a crossfit session or hedged on his diet, and it showed.  His shoulders were broad, his arms were built, and his waist was tiny.  Unlike Nate and Braden, he wasn’t interested in getting huge.  He wanted to be strong and lean, not big and bulky.  Every muscle was precision crafted to just the right size.  Coupled with his constantly tanned skin and six foot height, Chris was strikingly handsome.  There was a reason he went through women in rapid-fire succession.   

After a quick shower he slid on a pair of boxers and jeans, before reluctantly pulling on a fitted polo.  It was more casual than the dress code at work allowed, but he liked the way the straight-legged jeans looked, and the skin-tight shirt showed off his tapering waist while accentuating the meaty biceps that strained the openings of the sleeves.  He'd show up at the office for a few hours, then hit the gym and pay a visit to Nate before going out for the night.  He hoped he'd land a better catch than the one who'd just left.  

Filled with resentment at the thought of having to show up at all for work, Chris gave a spoiled sigh and headed out the door.  

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