Cannon (Pittsburgh Titans #6) Read Online Sawyer Bennett

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Romance, Sports Tags Authors: Series: Pittsburgh Titans Series by Sawyer Bennett
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Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 83461 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 417(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
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I yelp in surprise. “Put me down.”

“I will. On the bed.”

I giggle when his hand comes to my ass to hold me steady as he winds his way through the living room to the master suite on the other side. I brace against his lower back and lift slightly so I don’t hang completely upside down. As we pass by a set of bookshelves, I get a brief glance at several picture frames housing groups of people—family members, I assume. I can’t make out details, except one near the edge is a photo of two people, arms around each other and smiling big for the camera.

We go by far too fast, but I think the man was Cannon. The woman? Possibly his sister, but deep down, I think it’s his wife.

While I can’t be sure, it’s enough to get me up in my head so that by the time Cannon’s lowering me to the ground, I’m having major second thoughts.

The only problem is he gives me no time to analyze my worries or voice my concerns. He’s got his hands on my face and he’s kissing me to complete distraction.

I let the photo and worries over it go. It could have easily been his sister with him, and even if it was his wife, so what? Just because she’s dead doesn’t mean he should box away his memories. In fact, I find it—

“Oh God,” I groan as Cannon’s hands drop to my ass, and he pulls me flush against his body. The length of his erection—the very hard evidence of his need—pressed into my belly weakens my legs.

Cannon’s hand grips my braid and tugs my head back so his mouth can move down my throat. “Got all kinds of ideas what to do with this,” he murmurs as he coils my ponytail around his hand.

How can those words that sound so ominous make me tremble with need?

“There are far too many clothes in the way,” Cannon says, releasing his hold. I stumble slightly because I’d been melting into him, but his arms steady me.

He grins, enjoying the way he’s knocked me silly with his hot kisses and dirty words. I let him have his moment, mainly because he seems driven to get me naked. Cannon’s hands jerk roughly at my belt to get it open, whips my turtleneck up and over my head, and by the time I’m blinking, he’s got my bra off. His hand goes to my chest, and he pushes me backward. My legs catch the bed and I fall onto it, only to almost be pulled off as he jerks at my boots.

“You’re like a world record clothes-getter-offer,” I say in awe.

Cannon grins at me devilishly as his fingertips work at the zipper on my jeans. He peels me out of the denim, leaving me in nothing but my black satin panties with little red bows at the hips. I’m not sure he noticed the matching bra, but that’s moot now.

Standing straight, he looks down at me with darkened eyes. His tongue peeks out to run over his lower lip before he bites into it, appraising me. “What to do first?”

“What are the choices?”

Cannon’s eyes snap to mine. “My mouth between your legs. You think I’m fast getting you out of those clothes, wait until you see how fast I can get you off.”

The man is confident, and I love it. I press my thighs together, the gentle ache that was between my legs now pounding. “What are my other options?”

Cannon raises an eyebrow, clearly expecting me to have chosen the first. His eyes glitter as he steps to the edge of the bed, nudging my legs apart.

He bends at the waist, pressing a palm into the mattress at my hip. My breath catches as his finger runs along the elastic edge of my panties. “I bet you’re wet. I’m thinking about putting you on your hands and knees, wrapping your hair around my hand, and fucking you hard from behind.”

God, that sounds perfect. But I know Cannon isn’t a man with only an idea or two in that handsome head. “What else?”

Cannon’s hand glides up my stomach, in between my breasts, and over my shoulder to tug playfully on my braid. “I was thinking about using this to put you on your knees before me.”

“I’ll take that option,” I blurt out.

There’s no hesitation as Cannon’s eyes flash hot. His hand slips to the back of my neck and he pulls me up off the bed. When I’m on my feet, he coils the long braid around his hand until there’s no length of it left, and he gently pushes me down.

My eyes remain locked on his as I lower until my knees press into the soft carpet. Cannon huffs out a slight breath as my hands go to the button on his jeans. His jaw locks as I lower the zipper, and a rumbling need wells in his chest when I pull his cock free.



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