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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“Do you trust me?” he growled in my ear.

“Yes,” I breathed.

“Then, get naked and in my bed.”

His touch left me, but I heard the zipper of his jeans. This was what I’d asked for last night. He was only doing what I’d wanted. I reached for the straps on my sundress, pushing them off my shoulders before working it down past my hips until it fell to the floor. I didn’t turn back around and look at Levi. The sound of his jeans hitting the floor made me gasp. I couldn’t be sure if it was nerves or anticipation.

My hands went to my bra, but his hands moved mine out of the way. He unfastened it, then took it off my body. I took a deep breath before discarding my panties. Once I was completely naked, I walked over to the bed and climbed onto it, reminding myself this was Levi. I trusted him. He made me feel safe.

His hands grabbed my ankles and tugged until I was flat on my back. I watched him as his eyes slowly moved up my body, and then I looked at his. He was beautiful. All hard muscle, tanned skin. But his erection caused some concern. I knew it would fit, but how badly was it going to hurt?

Levi moved over me, holding himself up with one arm and stroking his hard length with his other hand. “I’m not going to be able to wait. I thought I could, but”—his neck flexed as he looked down at my open legs—“I need inside you.”

The raspy, deep sound in his voice made me shiver. He wanted this too. Knowing that made all my other fears fade away. I wasn’t making him do something he didn’t want to do. Part of me had worried that I was.

He hung his head as he ran the tip against my opening. “It’s gonna hurt, sweetheart. But after it eases, I swear I’ll make it feel good.”

Watching his body so tense as he clearly struggled to hold back made me want to promise him anything. I didn’t care about the pain anymore. I just wanted it to be me who was giving him pleasure. My body.

“Try to relax,” he said close to my ear before his mouth moved over mine.

He began kissing me gently, and the caress of his tongue as he ran it against mine distracted me as I eagerly tasted him.

The moment he began to enter me, I sucked in a breath from the shock of his size stretching me in an unfamiliar way. He tore his mouth from mine. I could feel his heart hammering in his chest.

“Fuck,” he hissed. “It’s so tight. Are you okay?”

I stared up at him. The veins on his neck stood out, and his mouth was in a tight line. Was he in pain?

“Yes. Does it hurt you?” I hadn’t considered that.

A low chuckle vibrated his chest, and he dropped his head to the crook of my neck. “No, baby.”

He pushed in further, and I bit down on my bottom lip to keep from making a noise that might cause him to stop. It was starting to burn.

A low growl came from his chest. “Goddammit.”

My pain was forgotten as I studied him. What was wrong? My fear over being bad at this was back in full force. He lifted his head, and his eyes locked on mine.

“That’s the hymen. I’m going to make it quick.” His voice was strained.

“Okay,” I whispered.

Levi pressed his lips to mine as he thrust his hips hard. The sharp pain shot through me, and I cried out, grabbing on to Levi’s arms.

A strangled groan came from Levi as his chest rose and fell with quick, short breaths. “Jesus Christ, sweetheart, a pussy should not feel this fucking incredible.”

That was it. He wasn’t in pain or suffering. He was trying to hold back. This was good for him. The pain was fading, and I lifted my hips, feeling him sink even further inside me.

His hand grabbed me, holding me still. “Don’t. I need a minute.”

I stilled, my gaze taking in his face. His eyes were closed, and his entire body seemed to be rigid. He took a sharp breath in through his clenched teeth. Slowly, he began to move inside of me. Pulling back, then pushing back in. The pleasure building inside me made all the pain worth it. There was no comparison to the blissfulness each stroke caused.

“Fuck, I can’t,” he swore just as he slammed into me. “It’s too good.” His slow, easy strokes were replaced by hard thrusts. Levi’s hand grabbed my left thigh and squeezed it hard as he opened me up further. “Sweet little virgin pussy is mine,” he grunted, pumping into me.

A frenzy inside of me seemed to grow more intense with each dirty word from his mouth. This wasn’t a normal orgasm. It was intensified, like a wild storm, tossing me toward a delirium where nothing mattered but my own gratification. My body began to shake, and if I wasn’t so lost in the moment, I’d be terrified.


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