Page 43 of Hustler


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As if he can read my mind, he adds a second finger, filling me so completely, my pussy contracts at the pleasure of being stuffed again.

His mouth works in perfect rhythm with his hand, sucking, flicking, fucking my pussy and clit in just the right way.I can’t stop the orgasm from coming, when all I want to do is extend the pleasure and bask in the ecstasy only his body can deliver.

“Yes!Yes!”I ride his face and fingers like I’m a cowboy at the rodeo.“Just like that,” I cry out as my toes curl uncontrollably.“I’m coming.Oh God, I’m coming.”

Vinnie doesn’t stop.He doesn’t slow down.He picks up the pace, thrusting his fingers deeper and harder inside my pussy than he was before.Colors flash in the darkness as my body stiffens and a wave of pleasure crashes over me, sucking all the air from my lungs.Thankfully, his face is buried because the look on my face is anything but pretty as my mouth hangs open, and I gasp for air that won’t come.

My entire body convulses, my pussy contracting over and over again, milking his fingers and prolonging the orgasm.Just when I think the orgasm is nearing the end, Vinnie curls those luscious fingers inside me again, rubbing my G-spot relentlessly until another tsunami of pleasure bursts free.

I grip his hair tightly, keeping me upright as I gasp for air and try to fill my lungs again.My body twitches.The aftershocks of an orgasm I haven’t felt in…well, forever because no one gives oral like Vinnie, vibrate through my system.

“Fuck,” he says against my skin, fingers still deep inside.

I stand there, one foot on the floor, the other flung over his shoulder, unable to breathe and not speaking.Who can talk after something like that?

Sure as fuck not me.

Opening one eye, I glance down at his beautiful face, his lips glistening with my orgasm.

“You’re so hot, baby.You needed that.”

I don’t argue because, hello…orgasm brain.He could say just about anything, and I’d agree with him.I am too busy riding out the aftereffects to care about anything or to even form a sentence.

He places two fingers on his tongue, sucking them between his lips.He moans as he licks my juices off his skin, closing his eyes as if he’s savoring every drop.

“So sweet.”He smiles.“So fucking sweet.”

I’m dumbfounded and mute as he places my foot back on the floor and grips my sides, sliding his hands up my body as he stands.I just stand there and blink, staring at this beautiful man who gave me a world-rocking orgasm.

“You okay?”he asks as his eyes darken.

I nod.

“You sure?”

I nod again and start to kneel when he wraps his hands around my arms and hauls me upward.“No, baby.Not here.”

I blink a few times and stare because I was going to return the favor.It’s only fair.

“I needed you to relax, and now you’re perfect.”

My lips part like I’m going to say something, but again, nothing comes.He backs up, looking at my face before he trails his eyes down my body.

“You look so beautiful right now,” he says as he straightens the bottom of my dress, but he keeps his eyes locked on me.“Pink cheeks with a sheen of sweat I put on your skin.”

I’m pretty sure my pink cheeks just turned the brightest shade of red.The hunger in his eyes is still there from earlier, burning brighter than before he gave me the amazing orgasm.

“We’d better go back to the party,” I say, finally finding my words.“I’m sure people are looking for us.”

My mind is a mess of emotions.Sex does that.What started out as an exchange of personal favors has turned into two orgasms, awakening feelings inside me I thought I had long since buried.

Maybe it’s the way he looks at me.Maybe it’s the way his body gives mine pleasure.Whatever it is, Vinnie has me practically wrapped around his finger.

As we exit the coat room, I look around, seeing if anyone spots us.No one’s looking, of course.They’re too busy talking and celebrating my parents’ anniversary to even notice we snuck away.

Vinnie wraps an arm around my waist, resting his hand on my hip as he ushers me through the ballroom.“Smile,” he tells me, but I hadn’t realized I wasn’t.

I do as he says.As we approach my abuela’s table, her face lights up like she knows the secret we’re keeping.