Boone (Pittsburgh Titans #11) Read Online Sawyer Bennett

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Sports Tags Authors: Series: Pittsburgh Titans Series by Sawyer Bennett
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Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 101163 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 506(@200wpm)___ 405(@250wpm)___ 337(@300wpm)
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“Lilly,” he groans into my ear. “Love fucking my pussy.”

His proprietary words add fuel to the flames and I feel my body tightening… preparing for another release.

Boone’s hand is on my breast, his fingers pinching at my nipple as he pounds into me.

“Yes,” I gasp, trying to raise my legs higher… spread wider so he can go impossibly deeper.

He fucks me harder, sliding an arm under my back to hold me tight. I wrap my arms around his neck, my legs around his waist, and I hang on for dear life. Boone grunts as he throws his full weight behind his tunneling thrusts and I urge him on with hot whispers to go harder and faster.

Dropping his head, Boone stares at the space between us where his cock pistons in and out of me and I’m afraid to look. Afraid it will be too much.

But then I have no choice as his hand is in my hair and he tugs my head from the pillow. “Look,” he demands, his eyes hot on mine for a brief moment. “Look down there and see what I see.”

I can’t help myself. I lift slightly, my elbow supporting my weight and I watch his cock fucking me. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, made even more so when Boone’s forehead rests against mine and he watches again too.

My orgasm doesn’t blindside me this time, but I feel it coiling. I hold on to it, needing Boone to come with me. The sight of his dick plunging in and out with reckless abandon, listening to the way we’re both gasping for air, has it threatening to break loose.

And then Boone grabs my hand, threads his fingers between mine and pulls it to his mouth for a kiss. “Come with me, baby girl, okay?”

He presses our hands to his chest, to the left and over his heart, never missing a thrust. It’s the sight of our hands locked together and the feel of him deep inside that makes me come.

I cry out, my body wildly gyrating from the pleasure.

“Fuck yes,” Boone hisses and plants deep. He gathers me in tight, drops his weight onto me, and I feel his orgasm rocket through his body. His groan of release seems never-ending as he shakes and trembles against me.

“Jesus,” he gasps, another violent tremor rippling through him, and it evokes a tenderness from me that doesn’t seem to match the erotic sensations.

Still, I place my hand on the back of his neck and soothe him with tiny strokes.

Boone lets out a huge gust of air and then collapses the rest of the way on me. His body is heavy, my lungs instantly deprived of oxygen, but he only stays there a few seconds before rolling us to our sides.

My heart pounds and I can feel his galloping under my palm as it presses against his sweat-slicked skin.

So many emotions slam into me at once. We’ve had sex before… lots of times actually in the past week, but tonight felt different.

It felt more intimate, even though it was hard and fast with lots of filthy words in between.

I feel absolutely claimed by Boone.

I feel… complete.

CHAPTER 24

Boone

It’s a beautiful morning in New Jersey and it calls for eating our breakfast out on the terrace of the hotel restaurant. The team is staying at a luxury chain and we flew in late yesterday afternoon. Game three of the series is tonight and tensions are high.

We played horribly the night before in game two and got our asses handed to us in a humiliating 5–2 defeat. Actually, beyond humiliating as it was on home ice. But we’ve regrouped, rested, and I personally feel more than ready to kick some Wildcat ass tonight with not a single qualm that we’re on their ice and in front of their fans.

Reaching our table, I tell the hostess, “We possibly have one more coming if you can leave an extra menu.”

“Of course,” she says brightly.

Bain, Van and I take our seats but the woman loiters, smiling at us. I offer her back an easy smile so she gets on with it already.

She clasps her hands. “Um… are you Titans players?”

The fact she has to ask tells me she’s not a Titans fan, but assuredly just someone dazzled by professional athletes. I’m prepared to admit the truth, but Van says, “It’s sweet that you think that, but we’re here for an insurance seminar.”

“Oh,” she replies, face crumpling slightly. “I just thought… you know, you are all so big.”

“Insurance is a demanding career,” Van explains with a straight face. “Long days carrying heavy briefcases. We all work out to stay in the best shape possible.”

“Right,” she drawls as she nods her head. “Well, at any rate, enjoy your meal. Your waiter will be right with you.”

When she leaves, Bain gives Van a light punch in his arm. “Man… I have to say, getting back with your wife suits you.”


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