Page 82 of Hustler


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Bianca laughs at me.“I’m not a delicate flower.I don’t need protecting.My brothers taught me how to fight and stick up for myself.”

“Now, you have me, and you don’t need to handle your battles on your own.You’re too important.”I lift her fingers to my lips.“Your hands are too precious to be swinging them around.”

She stares at me as I kiss her hand.Her lips are twisting like she wants to fight with me about this.I can see it in her eyes.

“Trust me to take care of you,” I say before I crush my mouth to hers, stealing any fight left in her.

She melts into me, kissing me so passionately, some of it from anger and some from need.When I pull back, her eyes are still closed.

“Now, let’s get out of here.We have plans.”

“Plans?”She raises an eyebrow.

I press my hard cock into her stomach, holding her face in my hands.“Baby, don’t play games with me.We’ve got a big night ahead of us.”

“Big,” she says and giggles.

“You’re not going to be laughing later,” I tell her.“You’re going to be too busy sucking my cock while I play with that pretty, tight pussy of yours.”

Her giggles fade away.“You really read that book?”

I tap my temple.“I have the fucker memorized.Be ready, baby.It’s going to be a wild night.”