Page 41 of Ms. V's Hot Girl Summer

I had four days to prove her wrong.

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The door slammed behind me, the sound reverberating through the rental. I couldn’t get enough of Trinidad. We ended up in the living area, standing in the middle of the room, my fingers pressed into her waist. The yield of her body under my fingers, the intoxicating kisses tasting of spices and rum. Everything about Trinidad had drugged me until I convinced her to leave the party, desperate for some privacy.

“Take this off,” Trinidad commanded, and I rushed to remove my shirt. The rental had warmed while we were out, just enough for comfort. Soft fingers trailed over my arms, ghosting down my chest, snagging on the waistband of my pants. Trinidad paused, her entire being focused on me, and that shit hit me on the chest. My entire body trembled at the power of her attention. Her deep brown eyes kept me still as she shoved my pants down, underwear, and everything.

“I wanted to see the whole of you,” she whispered, and I reveled in the slow perusal she conducted with her eyes. Every spot she looked at tingled in attention until I felt I would burst out of my skin.

“I need you; I’ve been so hungry for you,” Trinidad confessed.

Fuck. I needed to make sure she was whole. This was it. I needed to show her how it could be with us because words were not going to be enough, not for someone like her. Someone so secure and sure in her path in life. I admired her resilience, and I wanted to honor her bravery today with my body.

I knelt down in front of her, the scent of her earthy and ripe, ready for my worship. My mouth watered as I lifted the white cotton fabric, finding her bare underneath.

Breath whooshed out of me as her melodious laughter filled the room and poured into me.

“Sorpresa!” she said.

My hands shook, activated by the vibrations of her body as her hilarity subsided.

Somehow, I managed to wrench my eyes away from the prettiest pussy I’d ever seen, plump and wet, all ready for me. I searched her face. Last time we’d moved so fast, I hadn’t had time to really enjoy the view, but this time was different. Fuck, she was beautiful. Once I paid close attention to her expression, I realized we were both truly in this together.

Bravado. That is what I found.

Her grin split wide but trembled at the corners.

“Ms. V, are you nervous?”

“Mr. Wiggins, what do you think?” Trinidad’s eyebrow arched so high it infected me with her laughter.

“Oh, so we busting out the last names right now?” I showed her I, too, could arch my eyebrow with the best of them.

“Sí, if you can do it, yo también puedo.” She winked, and somehow, I fell even more for her.

“Alright, Ms. V, let’s see what we have here.”

“Stop it; you already saw it!” she tittered. I made Ms. V titter. I’m not going to lie, my chest puffed out in pride.

“I did, but not in this type of detail; I was rushing last time. I want to slow down, enjoy, and eat my full,” I whispered against her velvety, plump lips.

“Dios mío,” Trinidad mumbled, and I guffawed.

“Nah, that’s not my name, but I’m flattered.” I couldn’t help myself.

“Boy, if you don’t start!” Trinidad shuffled and ghosted my finger over her mound until I found her swollen clit. My thumb took over, and soon, I found the right rhythm, evidenced by the glistening wetness growing between her thighs; the breathy moans she couldn’t help but let out. Shit, her fucking scent grew stronger and more alluring, and I got closer, needing to lick her clitoris just a little. Touching her with my thumb wasn’t enough anymore. I wanted to give her a different experience than last night, but damn if I didn’t want to drown in her essence.

The warm nub brushing my tongue felt like heaven, and just as she gasped, I took advantage of her body, yielding to me, and I slid two fingers inside of her.

“Bendito! I can’t remember the last time I was fingered,” she exclaimed.

“How do you like it?” I separated myself enough from her to watch her again. She’d dragged her dress down her cleavage, and her large chocolate nipples were on full display. And her areola… I had to squeeze tight to keep myself from orgasming too soon at the sight of the largest, most inviting areolas. I kept thinking it, but Trinidad was truly a masterpiece. Her titties with the sizable chocolate circles, diamond-hard nipples, and that little sag would ruin me. And I would gladly go to destruction if she just allowed me to keep worshiping her for the rest of our lives.

Oh shit.

A rushed mixture of cold and warmth flooded through me, the palpitations of my dick and heart in tandem as the full realization of my feelings for Trinidad settled in my head. I understood infatuation, and I understood love. But this was some other shit, some vast, indescribable feeling of fullness and emptiness all at the same time. Of craving, acceptance, and peace rolled in together. I’d admired her from afar for long, and now… . now here I was kneeling at her feet, showing her my feelings with deed and action.

Nothing had prepared me for this. Thank God for my body, which had kept the task at hand, my middle and index fingers making my dick jealous at the tight, gooey creaminess surrounding them. Trinidad’s pussy became audible, the squelching sounds of my fingers indicating she was ready for one more. So, I gave it to her.

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