Drake (Pittsburgh Titans #5) Read Online Sawyer Bennett

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Romance, Sports Tags Authors: Series: Pittsburgh Titans Series by Sawyer Bennett
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Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 92180 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
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His hands spread my legs wide, and I am completely bared to him. His gaze is an inferno as he takes me in before glancing up. “You might want to lie back for this.”

I know what this is because he’s staring too hungrily between my legs for it to be anything other than his mouth on me.

There’s no hesitation. I go back on my elbows and save him the hassle by moving one of my legs over his shoulder. I curl it in tight, an insistence that he get on with it, and watch with eager eyes as he bends forward to press his lips to my pussy.

I bite down hard on my lip as he zeroes in on my clit. His large hands grip my thighs, fingers digging into me. Drake’s beard tickles my skin, and he hums in pleasure against my flesh.

He’s a master with his tongue, and by that, I mean I’m already rushing headfirst into what I know is going to be a shredding orgasm. He absolutely devours me, and I’m so turned on by the lewdness of the act—and the fact this man is a virtual stranger, as well as a major pain in my ass—that when I come, I have to bite down on the heel of my hand to keep from screaming. My back arches and my hips undulate against his mouth, dragging out more ripples of pleasure as he continues to work at my clit.

“Enough,” I hiss, not able to take any more direct contact, and more than anything, wanting to return the favor. I need his cock in my mouth now.

Drake rises from my chair—dislodging my leg from his shoulder—and reaches into his back pocket. The angles of his brow make him look harsh and angry, and maybe he is, but I can’t think about that right now as I watch him pull a condom from his wallet.

He tosses it at me. “Get it out.”

I sit up, my legs still wantonly spread, and tear at the foil. I guess sucking his dick isn’t on the agenda right now, but this is even better. I want to feel him inside me.

Grumpy, enigmatic man that he is, I don’t think there’s any other way to understand him.

I tear into the foil but get sidetracked by Drake unbuttoning his jeans. My mouth waters as he pushes them down his hips and frees himself.

It’s beautiful.

He’s beautiful.

Drake wraps his hand around his cock—the tattoos on his arms writhing—and strokes it, his eyes moving to me. He nods at the condom. “Need you to do your part, boss.”

I ignore the nickname and pull the condom free. While he holds himself still, I roll it on, making sure to squeeze on the down stroke, which elicits a grunt of approval.

My entire body quivers in anticipation of having him inside me, and I start to lean back. To my surprise, his hand slides to my nape, and he hauls me off the desk into a standing position.

His mouth claims mine in another brutal kiss that makes me ache for him. It’s short-lived, though, as he spins me around so I’m facing my desk and then pushes me down onto it. My chest and stomach hit the wood, and those big hands move to my ass where he kneads the flesh.

Then I feel him pressing inside me, and it’s glorious.

I look over my shoulder, and my breath freezes at his expression. It’s twisted with need, but his eyes are softened with awe as he watches himself disappear into my body.

Slowly he slides in, inch by agonizing inch, until I’m stuffed full of him and his pelvis presses against my ass.

Hands at my hips, he wastes no time setting a fast pace as he fucks me. Greedy, deep thrusts, taking for himself the pleasure he deserves after giving me such an amazing orgasm.

It feels so good and so right, despite being the filthiest, most wrong thing I’ve ever done.

So very fucking naughty, here in my office with a player, but yet… it’s just right.

Drake jerks me back a bit, only to curve over my body so he can thrust his hand between my legs. His fingers hit my clit, and I practically lose my shit.

I moan so loud that Drake’s other hand clamps over my mouth, leaving just enough room to suck in oxygen through my nose. His chest presses into my back and his teeth graze my ear. Through his staccato breaths, he grunts with every thrust. “Love. Fucking. Your. Pussy.”

I can’t reply with his hand over my mouth, so I nod furiously and he chuckles darkly.

“Might come up here every day and fuck you now,” he says as he slams into me over and over again.

God, what a job perk that would be.

“Has your boy toy ever done this to you? Come into your place of work and bent you over your desk?”


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