Derrick Henry Body Fat Novels & Stories

He replied without sparing Henry a glance. "And how long is that going to take if they are allowed to do that? We have no time to waste but precious time is wasting already and Garrett is holding an upper hand." He said almost yelling. "I am not the body of high members Henry. Maybe you should put yourself in these kids shows and see if it is that easy to come up with plans, make investigations and execute a perfect plan. You were here sleeping away time while these kids were working their asses off for the benefit of everyone." Derrick fired back at Henry.

I stopped at the mirror to admire my outfit and my toned hourglass figure, walked out the door and made my way downstairs to the kitchen. Henry, our personal chef, was already cooking breakfast and dad was sitting at the bar talking to him. Dad was not your typical 60-year-old guy. He was 6'4 and was still very physically active. He could still hang with my brothers when it came to working out in the gym or going down to the range to run drills. Everyone thought of him as intimidating because of his alpha personality, but to me, he was like one big ass teddy bear. Walking over to dad, I gave him a kiss on the cheek, “Good morning dad!”

My gaze followed the curve of his firm backside as he lowered into a squat. Focus, Kathrine. Stay focused. I forced my eyes back to the rowing machine's display, determined not to get distracted. Do NOT look at Henry. But of course, my eyes disobeyed. Henry’s body was different from Noah’s. Noah was built like a lifter, solid and powerful. Henry, on the other hand, had the body of a long-distance runner, lean, toned, and athletic without being bulky. His running stride was smooth, effortless, and even though he wasn’t moving fast, I could tell he was covering a serious distance on the treadmill.

He does not look as well built as Dayo, but will still pass for a good looking guy any day. While Ike on the other hand, is suffering severe obesity and he is on punk hair cut . He is just as tall as he is fat. As they are duscussing, the lady who has been in the room with Derick and Tobi, barges out of the room, practically running.

Derrick rummaged around in the cabinet we constructed and screwed into one of the walls for a moment before pulling out some body massage oil and another vial of oil that would soothe the inner walls of my aching dry pussy. "I should have done this last night, baby. I'm sorry," Derrick hung his head, clearly disappointed in himself. "One of those I should have known but didn't type things. I'm sorry, Emberly," Derreck climbed on the bed next to me and twisted the knob of the container. "Oh, shut up, Derrick. You put ointments on my ass, drew a bath for me, and fed me. I felt fine last night but not so much this morning. We need to start going to the gym, or we will regret it once Cross Count

"Back the hell off, Henry. You don't call the shots. I'm not scared of you." Henry laughed. He quirked an eyebrow, glancing over his shoulder at Derrick. "Well, Derrick, what do you think of that?" Derrick's eyes glazed over my body from head to toe, his smirk dancing on his lips. "I think it's very cute but no can do, sweetheart." Henry, taking this as his go-ahead, shoved me back into the brick wall. He dug his forearm into my throat causing me to wheeze as I tried to get air into my lungs.

he challenges. “It’s fucking delicious,” I say with a duh tone. “Derrick, you’re healthy – for the most part – you’re fit, and you look like a million bucks. You need to stop punishing your body by putting crap into it you don’t even like.” He gasps, “Did you just accuse me of being a bottom?” “Bitch, we both know you’re versatile,” I scoff, crossing my legs. His eyes zero in on my shoes and immediately widen in horror.

His abs were tight and prominent, and the muscles in his thighs made me blush. “Alright,” Tiffany said nonchalantly as she looked at her clipboard. “Get on the scale, please.” “With pleasure.” Enzo stared directly at me as he stood on the scale, his gaze unwavering. He looked like a statue of a god on a pedestal. I gulped and walked up to him with my clipboard so I could read the results of the body composition test, my hands shaking as I wrote the numbers down. That was strange… Enzo’s body composition contained far more lean muscle mass than his teammates. His body fat was less than 10% and his water retention was at a perfect balance. He was almost superhuman.

That left her with a set of measurements that one would think would garner her more attention, namely 38DD-26-34. During the competition, she had gotten her body fat down to nine percent, but otherwise, she kept it up at twelve percent. She had 15-inch arms, 16-inch calves, and 23-inch legs, and she could bench press more than most of the guys she had worked with. When she had been younger, she encountered a need to grow stronger. She'd admired the way those women looked and how they seemed strong enough to take on anything. Women like that could stand up to anyone; they might have been able to help Jimmy Fisk.

Stopping and parking at the bus garage, I walk to the little diner around the block and meet with Henry. The minute I walk in, he stands up and greets me. Looking him up and down, I come to two conclusions about him, he is neither small nor short. This man must be about 400 pounds and around 6 feet tall. He looks to be made of pure muscle because his arm’s veins pop out. How could she have overpowered this man? That is unless he looked into her eyes, and she did what she did with so many others. Perhaps he blacked out like I did and woke up several hours later feeling all out of sorts.