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.

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.

The man knew, he knew Mikhail was at least more than Philip's friend, he found out from the way Mikhail watched the red-haired boy, it was the same as his. Shining with lust. "Who the fuck are you?" Mikhail asked sighing heavily, clenching his hands into a fist. "Sean Harper, future owner of Lust Nightclub, Philip's boss, pleasure to meet you!"

They all nod eagerly as they followed me out of the ballroom. Walking down the hallway, "Pardon my manners beautiful ladies, I forgot to ask for your names." I tell them. The laugh, "Well it's alright. I'll introduce myself first." The brunette said. "My name is Hailey Stan, My dad's a congressman and I begged to be his plus one as I'd never seen an actual prince up close." She said her cheeks pink. "Well now you've seen a prince up close and you may even get to be much more closer to him." I tell her my voice dropping an octave.

Despite the fact that I am completely aware of this, she has to quit pressuring me to have a girlfriend. "Yeah. Those girls are so mesmerized by you. Dude, you're the famous Khali Luciano - the professional and most attractive dealer 'slash' floorman 'slash' the pit boss of L Hotels and Casino. You're the gem of that Casino. You don't know how many girls came to me just to ask about you. I fucking envy you, dude. They were like 'Oh my god! Look at Khali! Look at those eyes and those long fingers! God! I want her'. What do I need to sacrifice to be you?" she said, which strikes me as overblown.

I replied in a bit of shock. “May they rest in peace," he stood up his feet again. “Eric, what are you? What have you become?" “A hustler, old friend," he replied casually. “You came from wealth, you’d never get it." “Hustling doesn't turn anyone into a monster!” "They ain't me,” he sat at the other corner of the bus opposite me with the same proud smile still lingering across his cheeks. “Let's catch up old times before I give you away, who knows we might never see each other again,” he paused inbetween sentences, “Who knows what they'd do to you?"

Show me how desperate you’d get for me. Heat flooded my cheeks—and lower. God, I hated how much his words got to me. I was Riley Bennett, twenty-year-old college junior by day, pretending to be the perfect stepdaughter to my mom’s ridiculously hot tech-mogul husband. But at night? I was “LilaLust,” the cam girl who made bank letting strangers watch me fall apart.

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.

Jake was nineteen and in his second year of college. Everyone called him a p**n warrior because he knew the girls so well. Even when they wore masks, he recognized their bodies—the shape of their tits, how their ass bounced, the way they moaned. But this new blonde girl, SweetLily, had him hooked bad.