Page 47 of Hustler


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She moves her head from side to side like she has to think about what I’m offering as I stalk toward her.“That could work.”

I pull her against me, letting her feel my cock that’s begging for her.“Baby, you know you love the way I make you come, and I haven’t even buried my cock so deep inside you that you can’t breathe.”

“I…”

“Shh.”I place my finger against her lips.“Imagine the kind of pleasure I can deliver when using my entire arsenal.Let that sink in.”

Her lips part behind my fingers, and she lets out a long, shaky breath with her eyes locked on mine.“We better go,” she whispers.

“If my mother weren’t waiting, I’d…” I can’t even finish the sentence.It’s too dirty, and my cock’s too hard.

She shakes her head and closes her eyes.“Don’t say it, or I won’t want to leave.”

From her lips to God’s ears.I already don’t want to leave, and it’s my family we’re going to see.I drop my eyes to her breasts.Even covered by a T-shirt, they’re begging for my touch, my lips.“I want you tonight.I’m sick of waiting.”

“I need to work,” she reminds me, using it as an excuse.

“I’ll be your inspiration.Call it research.”

A small smile spreads across her face.

I’ve got this one in the bag.No one meets my family and doesn’t fall immediately in love with them.