Whiskey Smoke – Smoke Read Online Abbi Glines

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Dark, Mafia Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 82798 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
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“I need you to come again,” he panted. “I need to see that again. Feel it. That tight little cunt squeezing my finger. Goddamn, sweetheart.”

I could feel it already start to build again. Looking up at him as he slid his finger back and forth, hearing his groan—it was all too much.

“You’re so wet; I can hear it.”

I was close again.

“Please put your finger back inside me,” I begged, rocking my hips.

He shoved it in. “Like this?”

I nodded.

“No one else touches this pussy. You understand me, Aspen? No one. This is mine to touch. Mine to take care of. You need to get off, then come get me.”

The crash of my release rocked me, and I screamed his name, clawing at the sheets beneath me. It was even stronger than the first one.

Levi’s hips pressed against me, and I felt him shudder as he let out a string of curses.

His hand slowed, and then his finger slipped out of me. He rolled onto his back, breathing hard, and I watched as he began to lick the finger that had been between my legs.

“Fucking hell,” he groaned and held his wet finger to his nose. “Jesus, sweetheart. You smell like vanilla and taste like motherfucking honeysuckle.”

I wanted to thank him, but those words were once again not adequate enough. No one should go through life without experiencing that. It was life-changing.

“Was that what you needed?” he asked.

I let out a small laugh. “Um, I didn’t know to need that, but wow. My imagination was not that good.”

He turned back on his side and pulled the covers back over me. “Get some sleep,” he whispered, then pressed a kiss to my forehead before he moved off the bed and went to the bathroom.

Closing my eyes, I smiled. That was the single best moment of my life.

Eighteen

Levi

I gripped the edge of the counter while staring at myself in the mirror. What the fuck had just happened? I hadn’t shot a load in my goddamn pants since middle school. That shit was not okay. But, hell, I’d never had a female respond like that. She showed every-fucking-thing she was experiencing on that gorgeous face of hers. No pretending, no trying to sound sexy. Just pure, frantic fucking pleasure. Christ almighty, what had I done?

Growling, I shoved off from the sink and started pacing. She had needed an orgasm. She wanted to know what it felt like. Her fucking pussy was soaking wet. Dammit, she had wanted to ask Kye. My hands fisted at the thought of him going near her. I would fucking kill an entire damn town if someone touched her, and that shit right there was a problem.

Running my hands through my hair, I felt panicky. This had to be controlled. My reaction to her couldn’t go all fucking mental. This was me taking care of her. That was it. I would make her feel good. Just like I made sure she slept, she ate, she saw her doctor, she took her meds.

Sure, I’d planned on helping her get her own place and start a life elsewhere when I felt it was safe. That ship had sailed. I’d lose my damn mind if I couldn’t check on her whenever I wanted to.

But she was right. We were friends, and this wasn’t going to change us. I’d never had a relationship like this with anyone. I’d never felt this before, and I wanted to fucking keep it. I was going to clean myself up, go get back in that bed. Sleep beside her. Wake up tomorrow, and it’d be just like any other day. Nothing had changed. Except I had gotten to touch her and listen to her come. I was also going to get my face between those pretty legs and eat her because that taste was addictive, and good God, the way she smelled was exquisite.

Other than that, it was all the same. Right?

I jerked off my boxers, wiped up my dick, then tossed them in the dirty clothes. I shook my head in disgust. Shooting a fucking load in my damn pants.

Stepping back into the room, naked, I got another pair from the dresser and slipped them on before getting back in bed. Her back was to me, and her breathing was already slow and deep. Fuck it. She was going to end up over here anyway. I wrapped my arm around her and pulled her back to my chest. Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes. Everything was going to be fine.

When I woke up, my hand was under the T-shirt I’d given her to put on and full of tit. She was awake too. Her breathing was fast. Shit. Her nipple was tight under my hand, just like it had been the last time we woke up like this. I started to handle it the same way, but then remembered. If she was worked up, she needed me. I could wake up to worse things.


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