The Hustler Next Door – Polson Falls Read Online K.A. Tucker

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Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 95264 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
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“My unprecedented wit, my giant brain …”

He pulls me down until I’m bowed over the back of the futon and his lips can reach my neck. “What it felt like to have you come apart from the inside out, without making a sound.”

My cheeks flush from want. I see what he’s doing—trying to flip my seductive game around on me. “Too bad I couldn’t return the favor.”

“You did. All I needed was that memory and a bathroom.” He releases my arms, sliding one hand down to rest on his thigh, inches away from the prominent ridge. “It’s come in handy a lot.”

I curse, unable to move. Watching Bill pleasure himself was one of my favorite foreplay activities. It’s as if Garrett knows.

My fingers coil into fists, his T-shirt bunching beneath them. I claw at the cotton, tugging it upward, uncovering a well-defined pelvic V and cut torso that I desperately want to drag my tongue along. “Don’t let me stop you now.” My voice sounds hoarse, needy.

“Is that your thing?”

“It’s one of my things. I have many.”

Garrett’s breathing is shallow as he slides a hand down into his waistband, pushing his garments aside.

For the second time since knocking on this apartment door, my mouth goes completely dry. “Jesus Christ,” I whisper, unable to hide my admiration. He’s perfect in every way.

“A six-inch building variance, Justine.” He grips himself at his base and begins lazily stroking. A bead of pre-cum leaks from the tip. “Less than this.”

Not even close. I’ve seen my fair share of naked men and have been everything from wildly impressed to supremely dissatisfied.

Garrett wins every award in the penis department.

“So? What do you think?” he whispers.

“I don’t want it to fall off,” I mumble, my breaths ragged, my body humming with need. I can picture climbing onto that. I can almost feel it inside me.

A car horn blasts.

Shit. Scarlet! “You need to hurry this up.” He has to fall apart in front of me, to be vulnerable like I was that Saturday night.

His laughter is dark. “Sorry, I can’t rush these things.” His hand continues its languid pace. He may be teasing himself, but he’s torturing me.

Fuck this. “I can.” I clamber over the futon and drop to my knees in front of him. Shoving his hand aside, I wrap mine around his shaft, reveling in the delicious contrast of velvet-soft skin and rigid flesh against my palm.

He shudders beneath my touch, his gaze turning molten.

Garrett curses as I take him into my mouth fully, the tip of him hitting the back of my throat, the faint taste of saltiness coating my tongue.

On my way back up, I release him long enough to smile. “Did I forget to mention that I have no gag reflex?” And that I enjoy giving head? My mouth surrounds him again, and I focus on my task, gripping his base as I suck hard. Normally, I would tease him. I would slide my tongue along his underside, swirl it over his tip. I might even let it slip down into places most are too timid to venture.

There’s no time for that now.

“Holy fuck,” he hisses, as I drag primal sounds from him with each pass of my mouth. His fingers tangle in my hair as his hips begin to rock, sporadically at first before falling into a steady rhythm, until he’s fucking my mouth in this ramshackle apartment above the butcher shop.

And I am relishing every second of it.

“Coming,” Garrett chokes out a second before he spills into my mouth. I swallow everything he gives me, savoring the feel of him pulsing against my tongue as I wonder what’s next for us.

Another series of angry horn blasts has me scrambling to my feet. Scarlet’s fist is slamming against my steering wheel. She might leave me here.

“That’s my ride. Gotta go.” I rush out, grabbing my coat and jamming my feet into my boots on the way.

“I thought you were mad at him.”

“I am.”

Scarlet blinks several times. “You left me in the car to give the guy a blow job.”

“It wasn’t the plan! It just kind of happened. I went up there to toy with him, but then he started toying with me.”

Scarlet smirks. “And his dick accidentally slid into your mouth?”

“Ralph’s mouth.”

Her lips pucker. “Looney Tunes role-playing, huh? Kinky.”

“You were honking the horn like a madwoman, so really, this is all your fault.” I toss a throw cushion at her.

She ducks out of the way, escaping to the kitchen where the timer for our frozen pizza dings, her laughter carrying. “Two or three pieces? Or are you full?”

“Hardy har har.” I pull my phone out to check the email from Sara that came in while I was preoccupied with her cousin. It’s not long before I’m groaning for another reason. “This is a nightmare!”


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