Fireball – Smoke Read Online Abbi Glines

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Mafia, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 71348 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
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“Jesus, baby,” he said, and then his hands grabbed my waist as his dick slid into my entrance while he continued to play with my butt.

I had his cock in one hole and his finger in the other. It felt forbidden, and the idea made me cry out and beg for more. I wanted to be bad for him.

“Fuck me harder,” I pleaded, rocking back to meet each thrust.

“You keep this up, and I’m gonna pull out of that pussy and fill this ass up with my cum,” he warned as he pumped into me harder.

His finger sank deeper and deeper into my tight entrance, and I screamed his name, feeling crazed and out of control. This was what I needed. For him to own me. Take me. Make me forget about everything and everyone else. Just this.

“AH, AH, GOD!” I cried out as he stuck two fingers inside my ass and slammed his cock inside me harder.

“Is that good? You like your ass finger-fucked? My sweet girl likes to be fucked.” His voice sounded as out of control as I felt.

“Yes!” I cried, throwing my head back.

“Come on my cock, baby,” he panted as he held my hips, pumping into me.

His words sent me over the edge, and I screamed as my body jerked with each wave of pleasure that hit me. Blaise kept up his rhythm until my last spasm ended, and then he let out a shout as he pulled out of me and ejaculated onto my skin. The heat of each shot hit my back, the hole he’d been playing with, and I felt some against the back of my thighs.

I fell forward onto my hands but kept my bottom stuck up in the air while he finished. He used his fingers to rub his semen on my skin. I shivered as his fingers moved the warmth down my thighs, then between them, pushing it into my still-sensitive core.

“Nothing fucking hotter than you covered in my cum. Makes me want to coat you in it over and over again. Mark you. Fucking bite you so people can see you’re mine.”

I turned my head and looked back at him, then moved my hair from my neck to expose it. “Then, bite me,” I challenged, and his eyes went from my face to the sensitive skin I was offering him.

“Come here,” he said, wiping one hand on his shirt and holding the other for me to take.

I sat up and let him pull me close to him. He nuzzled my neck and wrapped his arms around me. I held on to him, needing the comfort.

“If you want to be fucked, I’m always willing. Burying my dick in you is all I think about. But holding you is enough too. Whatever it is you need, tell me. But don’t do anything just to please me,” he said, then leaned back and took my chin in his hand. “Fucking isn’t love. There’s a difference. Fucking you is the only damn time in my life I’ll touch heaven. I’m gonna bust hell wide open, but I can live with that shit because I’ve had you in my arms. You’re the only heaven I’ll ever need.”

My eyes filled with tears, and a sob came from my chest. Blaise pulled me against him, and I released all my broken pieces while I finally let my pain consume me. He was there to hold me while I mourned the life I’d never been given.

Seven

Blaise

I stood at the bar and poured another glass of whiskey. If this didn’t numb the fucking ache in my chest, I was going to have to break something. Maybe there was a fucker I needed to kill.

“How’s our girl?” Gage asked as he walked into the room.

I set my glass down with more force than necessary. “MY fucking girl. Not ours. Never ours.” I scowled at him.

I didn’t need to break him. He was my friend. He just needed to be careful how he phrased shit.

“Whoa, sorry. I didn’t mean to set you off. Just wondering how your girl is doing,” he replied.

“She’s sleeping,” I replied.

We’d fucked two more times downstairs. After she’d fallen apart on me and wept, which ripped my damn chest open, she’d come inside and turned back into that insatiable woman she’d been in the limo. I knew it was her emotions making her cling to me and that she was craving connection after what I’d had to tell her. But I was a man, and if Madeline wanted fucked, my dick was going to oblige. The fact that she was covered in my semen inside and out while she was passed out in my bed made me feel like a damn caveman. I wanted to drag her into a hole and keep her there with me.


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