Caged (Mastered 4) - Page 81

“No condom,” he panted. “Too fuckin’ close to stop.”

“Yes, come on me. Mark me.”

The circuits in his brain went haywire.

He pressed his hand down over his shaft, keeping it tightly sandwiched between her buttocks, grinding down hard on every thrust. Her wet pussy kissed his balls, and then they drew up tight and his shaft jerked, sending come spurting onto her ass and the small of her back.

Fuck yeah. His orgasm went on and on. Finally he stopped moving, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the wet spots that glistened on her skin.

He snickered, a little sex drunk this early in the morning.

Molly looked over her shoulder. “It’s impolite to stare at someone’s ass and snicker, buddy.”

“Sorry. My come just looks so fucking hot on you. But, babe, there’s a lot of it.”

“Guess you’d better get that fancy shower warmed up so you can clean me up.”

“Guess I’d better.” He kissed the side of her mouth. “Thanks. I love that you’re up for anything.”

“With you? Always.” She pushed up on her elbows to look at him. “We haven’t talked about it, but I am on the pill.”

He dropped beside her, propping himself up on his forearm. “So no more condoms?”

“Not unless you have a secret love of them.”

“Hell no. But my latest health certificate is at the dojo. Had it done before my last fight. I haven’t fucked anyone since way before that.”

He sensed she wanted to say she trusted him, but he didn’t want her blind trust any more than he wanted her blind obedience.

“I think my last doctor’s visit was six months ago. I’ll set up an appointment to get tested—”

“Have you been with anyone in the last six months?”

Her cheeks heated. “No.”

“Then there’s no need for a retest.”

“You trust me? Just like that?”

“Yeah, I do.” Deacon knew she understood what that meant. He kissed her. “So we can be spontaneous now, huh?”

“Like we haven’t been before? I think the only place we haven’t fucked in my apartment is the hall closet.” She smirked. “But then again, you did fuck me against that door.”

“So it counts.”

Molly laughed.

Deacon brushed her hair out of her face. “Looks like we’ll have to fuck in every room here today to even things up.”

“You’ve got a much bigger place than mine. It’ll take more than just one day, Mr. Insatiable.” Her eyes searched his. “Don’t you have to train today?”

“I deserve a day off from the dojo.” At least here he wouldn’t have to face off against Courey. And Maddox could suck it. Sundays were light training days anyway. “I’ll run on the treadmill in the fitness room downstairs.”

“Deacon, you’re not blowing off training because of me—”

He stopped her from talking with a kiss. The last thing he needed was her nagging him about training like everyone else.

Then Deacon reached down and swirled his finger through the come spots that were cooling on her back. He held it up to her beautifully, sexily kiss-swollen lips. “Open.”

Keeping her heavy-lidded gaze connected to his, she sucked the digit into her mouth, then swirled her tongue around and around.

After she released his finger, he kissed her, his tongue darting in for a taste of himself in her mouth. Then he murmured, “I like waking up with you in my bed. Go back to sleep, but stay like this for me—warm, wet, wearing only my marks. After cardio, I’ll clean you up as we get dirty in the shower.” He tucked the sheet around her.

Deacon watched as she closed her eyes, a self-satisfied smile on her lips.

This would be his fastest cardio workout all year.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

MONDAY morning Presley asked, “Why are you dragging ass so bad today?” after the tenth time Molly yawned.

Molly shifted in her office chair, and her sore spots protested. “Because I am a hopeless slut when it comes to Deacon McConnell.”

Presley’s eyes widened. “Come again?”

“Yes, I come again, and again, and again,” she muttered. “That’s the problem. And yet . . . it’s not a problem. Deacon is—”

“Horny?” Presley supplied.

“You have no idea. And he’s insatiable and relentless. I’m not complaining, because it’s amazing every freakin’ time.”

“But?”

“But I’m also wondering if this excessive sex is normal.” Her gaze searched Presley’s. “Is it?”

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