Sizzling (Georgia Smoke #3) Read Online Abbi Glines

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Erotic, Mafia Tags Authors: Series: Georgia Smoke Series by Abbi Glines
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Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 73208 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
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No! I would not set myself up to get hurt by this man again.

I stopped and lifted my head, finally getting control of my reaction to him.

“This is a bad idea,” I said, wishing he didn’t look like the Greek god his horse was named after.

Holy hell, he was even better in the sunlight.

Storm closed the distance between us, and I tried to move back, but before I could, his hands were at my waist, holding me still. His hands went to my jeans as he shoved my hands away and unzipped them, then shoved the fabric over my hips.

“Take them off—now,” he snarled.

Every fiber of my body wanted to do exactly as he’d ordered me to. I knew how amazing he could make me feel. It was the after that I wanted to avoid.

“No,” I choked out. “You’ll hate me more when it’s over.”

The calculating look in his eyes unnerved me as he bent over and slid my jeans the rest of the way down, then took off my boots before removing the denim. I stood there, unable to fight it, but knowing I was making another mistake.

“Don’t do this, Storm,” I begged, knowing the moment he touched me, I was going to be his to command.

He slid his hands up my bare legs, then grabbed my thighs and pulled then open so he could slide a finger underneath the barely there fabric that covered me.

My knees buckled, and I grabbed at his shoulders to steady myself.

“Storm,” I breathed, already at the point where I would give in.

That was all he had to do in order to control me. It was pathetic on my part, but the man was perfection. I was weak.

“We were gonna swim, but now that you’ve let me smell this pussy, we aren’t gonna get that far.”

I didn’t even try to speak. I just stared at him, wanting whatever he was going to give me. Later. Later, I’d deal with the after. Right now, I was going to pretend this wasn’t going to hurt me tomorrow.

Storm remained knelt down in front of me while he slid another finger inside. A whimper left my lips. His wicked grin as he looked up at me was one I wanted to memorize. When he was being mean or looking at me as if he hated the sight of me, I wanted to remember this. Know that I didn’t always disgust him.

“Spread your legs more, little siren,” he growled.

I didn’t even hesitate. The moment I had them open, he moved in, shoving his face between my thighs. The pressure of his tongue as he ran it over the crotch of my panties was intoxicating. I buried my fingers into his hair while I panted. I wanted that tongue on my flesh. I was ready to rip the delicate, expensive panties off. Right now, they were in the way.

Storm reached up, and with two fingers, he moved the offending barrier over, then lapped at my desperate, aching core.

“Fuuuck, that’s sweet.” His voice was raspy. He was clearly as affected as I was. He might hate it later, but right now, he wasn’t hating anything.

I tugged on his hair, wanting to force his magical mouth harder against me.

He tore his mouth off me and glared up at me hungrily. His face was wet with my arousal. Another image I was burning into my mind. His hands went to the sides of my panties, and he jerked them down. I heard a rip before they were gone from my body.

My eyes followed him as he stood back up, and he hovered over me, grabbing my face and closing his mouth over mine. My nails bit into his biceps as I held on to him, savoring the taste of me on his tongue.

“Taste how sweet that pussy is?” he asked against my lips. “Fucking addictive.”

His hands reached around my back, and the clasp on my bra was swiftly unhooked before the bra fell down my shoulders.

He pulled back enough to take it and strip it from my body before his hands covered my breasts. His hands were large, but I was still more than a handful. He squeezed hard, and a low sound came from his chest.

“Fuck, I want to see these bounce while you’re riding my cock.”

Yes. “Please,” I begged, breathless.

He tilted his head to the side as he ran his hands down to my butt. For one moment, we stood there, locked in each other’s hungry gaze, before he picked me up. I wrapped my legs around him, feeling his erection, and the pierced tip pressed against my clit. I shifted my hips to get closer, and he slapped at my butt hard, stopping me, then walked over to the edge of the water before lowering us to the ground.

The coolness of the water lapped up his legs and against me as he eased into it slightly.


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