Caged (Mastered 4)

“Uh, yeah. I’ll be heading out now,” Tim said. “And I’ll definitely give you a call before I swing by tonight.”

Deacon said, “You do that,” without looking away from Molly.

Only when he heard Tim’s car door slam and his engine start did he release her.

Neither spoke on the drive to the motel.

He parked in front of their room.

Molly scrambled out of the car.

Deacon followed her. He moved in behind her, watching her struggle with the room key. “Don’t run from me, babe. You’ve got nowhere to go.”

She shoved the key in the lock.

“Here’s what’ll happen once we’re alone,” he murmured in her ear. “I’ll be on you. In you. My mouth. My fingers. My cock. I’ll remind you who I am to you.” Deacon grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled it aside to get at her neck. He opened his mouth and sucked a love bruise on the tender skin.

Her knees buckled. “Deacon.”

“Open the goddamn door.”

As soon as they were inside, he crushed her mouth beneath his.

This was what he needed—to gorge himself on the taste of her. To revel in her response as she kissed him back with equal voraciousness.

Between kisses he demanded, “Lift,” and yanked her shirt over her head. He twisted the front clasp of her bra until her tits tumbled into his hands. After tossing the bra aside, he undid the button on her pants and lowered the zipper. “Off. Everything.”

Molly kicked off her shoes. She wiggled her hips and her pants hit the floor.

Planting his lips on hers, he backed her into the alcove. After he curled her fingers around the half wall, he said, “Brace yourself,” and dropped to his knees. He opened his mouth over her sex, sinking his teeth into the top of her mound as his tongue stroked her slit.

When her legs bobbled, he gripped the back of her knee, lifting her leg up and draping it on his shoulder.

“Oh god. What are you doing?”

The first taste of her sweet pussy on his tongue turned him into a wild man. He moved his head back far enough only to spread her wide-open with his thumbs, fully exposing her hot, wet flesh. Burying his tongue deep in her tight channel. Coating his face with her essence.

Now that I’ve had this, you’re mine.

Deacon wanted to tell her how fucking addictive her taste was. How hard he was going to make her come. But he couldn’t tear his mouth away from this fragrant flesh to even speak. He mapped her folds with his lips. He curled his tongue into the opening to her body to lap up the sticky sweetness.

Above him, Molly whimpered and moaned, but she held herself upright . . . until the moment Deacon’s mouth connected with her swollen clit.

Four hard sucks, a few flicks of his tongue, and she detonated.

More sweet juice coated his chin as he ate at her. He felt each hard pulse of her sex against his lips. When they tapered off, he released her, lowering her foot to the floor as he nuzzled the soft skin between her hips.

He looked up to see her beautiful face flushed with pleasure.

I did that. No other man gets to see you like this.

Deacon rolled to his feet. He latched on to her right nipple and suckled softly, in spite of the need riding him.

Her head lolled forward. “I don’t think my legs will keep me up much longer.”

“Good thing they’ll be wrapped around my waist as I fuck you into the wall.”

She opened her eyes.

Deacon dug the condom out of his pocket before he ditched his jeans and boxers. His mouth sought the warm skin below her ear as he ripped the condom package open and rolled it on.

He lifted her left leg, pressing the soft inside of her thigh against his hip bone. The head of his cock gravitated toward her wet center like a heat-seeking missile.

One hard snap of his pelvis and he buried his cock in those snug pussy walls.

She gasped.

Deacon paused for a moment and realized Molly was still shaking. “You okay?”

“You overwhelm me.”

“Babe.” His eyes searched hers, his body vibrating with the need to get them back to the place where words weren’t necessary. “I’m not scaring you?”

She shook her head.

“Then why is your whole body trembling?”

“Because of that.”

“What?”

“That look in your eye.” Molly touched his chest. “You’re all this. I’m just me. Nothing special. But when you look at me like that, you make me feel . . .”

“What?”

“Precious. Like I’m worth having.”

“You are. And you’re mine.” Possession roared through him. “Hold on to me.”