Page 66 of Hustler


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“Hard muscles or not, we all have perfect bodies.”

“Bullshit,” she mumbles.

The waves crash over my feet, finally putting out the flames.“No more body shaming.”I lean forward, still holding her tightly against my body.“I’d spend hours worshiping your flesh.”

She swallows hard.“Hours?”

“Hours.”

“Guys always talk a good game.Delivery is another matter.”

“What kind of men have you been with, baby?”

She wiggles again, and I relax my hold, letting her slide down my body.“I don’t want to talk about the past right now.”

Fair enough.The last thing I want to do is talk about the line of women I’ve been through before this moment.Though, I am curious what has her in knots and swearing off cock for so many months.Something must’ve happened, but she never wants to talk about it.

She’s still clutching the top of the towel, hiding what’s underneath, and staring up at me.“Where’s your suit?”

I glance down and tuck my fingers into my waistband.“I’m not wearing one.Do you mind?”

“You weren’t kidding about skinny-dipping.”

“I never joke when it comes to being naked or having sex.”

“Fine,” she says with a smile.“Let me see, then.”Her eyes go to my shorts.

“If I lose my shorts, you lose the towel.”Somehow, the exchange isn’t even, but I don’t care.I’ve never been shy about my body, and I know for a fact that Bianca likes what she’s seen so far.

“Works for me.”She smirks.“I’m getting the better deal.Just so you know.”

“I disagree.”I pull at the waistband, yanking my shorts down my legs and kicking them to the side.I rest my hands on my waist, giving her an unobstructed view of every inch of my body.I motion toward her towel, practically salivating to get a look at her caramel skin.“A deal is a deal.”

Her fingers let go of the towel edge, and the fabric falls to her feet in the sand.

I soak her in.Dark skin, white one-piece suit with only a small patch of cloth running down the middle of her stomach connecting the top and the bottom.Her breasts glisten in the sun, calling my name and wanting my attention.

“You’re stunning.”I take a step forward and lift my hand to her face.“You okay?”I ask because I know this was a big moment for her.

She nods.“I am.You didn’t run away screaming when you saw my body.”

I bring my lips to hers.“I’m going to worship you before we leave this island, Bianca.Every inch of you.”

Her eyes sparkle with glints of honey in the overhead sunlight.“For hours?”She lifts an eyebrow.

“Until you’re begging for me to stop,” I whisper against her lips before kissing her.

She melts into me, pressing her breasts against my warm skin, making it impossible for me not to get a boner.

“I guess you like me,” she murmurs.

My cock twitches, answering for me as I kiss her again.

Tonight, I’m going to show Bianca just how much I like her.