Novel & Cerita Cigarettes After Sex Keep On Loving You

decision. She accepted everything that I told and when I came back you were gone. My whole world was crumbling down, I don't know what to do, I can't think about anything, all I can think about is you, but I don't want to force you to stay with me anymore, so I started to drink and numb my pain, but it just gave me a lot of pain. I was holding myself from getting up and going to look for you. and when I saw you again in our home, I decided that no matter what, I will never leave you again. I did everything in my best possible to make you love me and finally here, we are, you fell in love with me, which is like a dream to me, The woman that I love so much is in love with me! I love you the m

I soon reached orgasm and released it all inside of her but didn't come out but continued stroking as I became harder inside of her again and continued pounding her the way I wanted to. I came out of her soon and then turned her around. I didn't want to see her face anymore. "I want doggy style." I said to her and watched as she struggled to stay in the right position. Seeing as she was taking my time, I grabbed her with one of my hands and set her the way I wanted then I went to one of the cupboard close to my bed and opened it, brought out weed and started smoking it. After taking the first drag and blowing it away, I walked back to her and entered her, slapping her ass very hard each time

ADRIAN'S POV SOME YEARS LATER I puffed out smoke from my cigarette as I stood behind the window looking out through the vast space of land that borders the pack's territory. Cigarettes were my go-to after every round of sex and it was not about to change any time soon.

Lucian stood at the window, staring out into the night. He took a deep drag on his cigarette, savouring the taste of tobacco. As he exhaled, a cloud of smoke rose into the air, slowly dissipating into the darkness. Behind him, a soft voice spoke, barely above a whisper. "I don't like you smoking." He turned to see her standing there, a look of concern on her face. He smiled and pulled her into a tight embrace. "I will stop then, my love," he said, planting a gentle kiss on her forehead.

"Besides, I won't let some territory dispute ruin my mate's mood." The casual way she'd claimed me—my mate—had sent a rush of warmth through me. I'd leaned in to kiss her, and she'd reciprocated eagerly, her lips soft against mine. When we'd finally broken apart, she was breathless, her cheeks flushed. "You know," she'd whispered, her nose wrinkling slightly, "I really don't like the taste of cigarettes." Without hesitation, I'd reached past her and extinguished the lit cigarette. "Problem solved," I'd declared, pulling her closer for another kiss.

I can't get enough of it. He's smoking a cigarette. He always does after we have sex. It's the most relaxing shit ever. He passes it to me and I take a drag. We share the cigarette until it's finished, and he crushes it against the nightstand. We're staring at each other now, and I've never felt this comfortable under a man's scrutiny. Perhaps it has to do with the fact that when I'm with him, I forget my insecurities, and I don't know if it's because I'm literally a different person with him or if it's because he makes me feel secure and comfortable in my own skin. "I want to ask you something," I say.

I think of all those old movies where the sexy, confident man lights a woman's cigarette and they hold gazes just like I'm doing with Mike right now. "So," I exhale and tap my cigarette onto the rim of the ashtray. "What were you thinking about all by yourself out here?" Mike smiles in his sexy way and I feel my pussy swelling a bit, moistening again in my panties. "Oh nothing interesting... just work stuff," he replies, blowing a thin stream of smoke out into the night. I can't help but smile, admiring how the smoke curls from his lips like a whisper. "How about you," he grins. "Are you having a good night?"

The kind that comes from surviving things that should've killed most men. I walk over and pluck the cigarette from his fingers without asking. His eyebrows lift slightly. I bring it to my lips, inhale, then lean in. I exhale the smoke into his mouth. Our lips meet, followed by our tongues in a slow, filthy kiss as the smoke curls around us. He tastes like tobacco and bad decisions I want to make again. Pulling back, I hand him the cigarette. He takes it with a half smile that does dangerous things to my insides.

Walter laughed hardily as he pulled out what looked like a cigarette holder. Whitney couldn’t help but giggle. He pulled out a gold lighter and looked at her. “You want one?” “Yes, please.” Walter put two cigarettes in his mouth and lit them. He took one out of his mouth and handed it to Whitney. She took a slow drawl from it. It wasn’t her usual brand but it was passable. “I love having a cigarette after sex.” Walter blew smoke out of his mouth. “Me, too. That or a cigar. It seals the deal of completion sort of speak.”

"For the meantime, I'd like to hand you this trifold brochure. Read it, it will help to quit smoking and stay cigarette free for good." I doubt that too. "Thank you for your time." "Thanks for listening." We shook hands and then I left without a second glance. *** Sophia Parker "Mark me Sophia. Someday you will belong to me... And when you become mine, I will make love to you." "I will make sweet and passionate love to you. I will set your whole body on fire in a way that you've never experienced before, make you feel things you've never felt before, make you scream in a voice you've never heard before. Someday, you will be in my arms and I will pleasure every inch of you. And you're going t