The Hustler Novels & Stories

I could hear the lust that coated every sound I made. “You know what you’re doing, don’t you?” He asked, catching up with my naughty intentions. I couldn’t move my hips again, instead, my fingers got to work on his chest, scraping my nails all over his skin and teasing where hair gathered in his chest. His hair was as curly there as it was on his head, looking at him from up close made him look younger and more handsome. His eyes had a fire, need, want, and a bit of vulnerability. My nails scraped over one nipple by accident, but when I felt his abs tighten beneath me in response, I wanted to do it again.

His eyes glared ever so slightly in annoyance and irritation at Lazarus' constant bugging and asking for various random things that may or may not benefit them both in their plans. "I mean, I'm a sharp tool with a sharp brain. A tool that is useful. What could you ever ask for? I'm three in one, ungrateful motherfucker. That's why let me in! I'm on the fucking delinquent watch list. Ain't no way I'm going back to Juvenile." Lazarus said. Lazarus and Hajime are both seventeen years old, two teens scrapping off being delinquents, jumping from one gang to another in the slums of Japan.

When he left she cleaned herself up, putting her dress back on, she looked at herself in the mirror and smiled, that was the best erotic quick sex she had ever had all her life, serena wash her face and fix her hair, even though she was sore down there from his roughness, she love the way he was relentlessly pounding his cock into her. Man! He was damn good and endowed and had no regret having sex with a stranger who was probably waiting for his date.

He replied. "What do you do ?" I asked and he glanced at me, "Oh, me? I am an Art dealer" I made an 'O' face and nodded. "So, you sell other's art?" He nodded stopping the car at the red sign. "We manage galleries and auction the higher end of that Art" "Oh, I see". I gave one of my chocolate bars to Alex because he helped me and watched his face light up, it was sweet. "You are so adorable" He whispered looking at the chocolate and he looked up as I smile. I didn't realize the sudden swift motion until I felt his lips on me.

"Why do we have to fight?" Isabel stopped short. Had no one ever said that to her? "We could be the best of friends. We were on the way to that with all that we have in common." Isabel's eyes narrowed. "What's your angle?" "I don't have an angle. You think I do. I'm in a situation that just happened. I met a guy at a convention. We spent the night and here I am pregnant. I realize it's hard for you to believe, but I don't follow hockey. I also don't follow the game industry closely enough to have known who your father was. Yes, I'm a programmer, but I'm also into cybersecurity."

I leave his presence, gazing back for the very last time, to see the door slammed shut. My pain knew no bounds. I had been accused of sleeping with his father, the Alpha, for a status of Luna since he was yet to achieve it. I had denied it, told him of the recent blackmail incidents going on, but he refused, blindly clinged to the rumors he'd heard. I wished everything could just go back to the way it was.

There were different responses, Mrs Hallagher looked genuine bored, all she wanted was to get back home in time for her nail session, the red haired woman still wore a scoff on her face, Montgomery nodded in approval. Mormont raised an eye brow, “Nice pitch Miss Baker but how do you expect to do all this with the scandal that has been generated from your involvement with Mr Hasters. That is what the tabloids are all talking about, the whole company is abuzz with it, everybody knows” Leila stood still and plastered a Solemn look, “Sir -“ She was about to explain herself when she was cut off by Mormont.

He then handed me a thumb drive then smashed the laptop and started pulling down wires. "What are you doing?" I asked him "The thumb drive has footage of him doing stuff on it and since he's a spoiled bastard, he could get you arrested for assault so I'm destroying the evidence" He said to me I took in his appearance for awhile. He was African American with really light skin. His hair was a bit long falling into his face. He was about 5'8 and his clothes were rugged but he was actually very pretty. He was young and considering Ethan was 27, I am guessing Sincere is about 25. He walked over to me with what I'm assuming is his briefcase and smiled gently.