Caged (Mastered, #4)(101)

“Maybe.” She slid her hands up, following the amazing contours of his arms. When she reached his wrists, they were face-to-face, mouth-to-mouth, her abundant breasts smashed against his chest. Still feeling giddy about the heated look of lust she’d put in his eyes and the hardness she felt prodding her ass, she angled her head and traced his lips with hers. “Give me the kink you promised, Deacon.”

A noise more akin to a roar than a growl vibrated in her mouth when Deacon’s lips connected with hers.

He kissed her hard, his mouth consuming hers with a hunger that robbed her of breath. One hand was pulling her hair while the other curled around the back of her neck, holding her in place.

When Molly began to roll her hips against him, he brought his leg up, stopping the motion. Then he rolled her onto her back. The speed of his movement and his strength sent her pulse tripping and pushed her excitement to fever pitch again.

Deacon broke the seal of their mouths and buried his face in her neck. No sweet whispered words of reconciliation or soft kisses. No. The beast sank his teeth into the spot that could send her straight into orgasm. He pinned her down with his big body, her hair still clutched in his fist, ensuring she couldn’t move as he made her crazy, dizzy, and stupid with want.

When Molly gasped his name, he moved his lips up her throat. “My turn to get off. And it’s gonna get messy when I f*ck your tits and come all over this pretty neck.” He blew softly in her ear. “I want you wet and sticky. Covered in me—on your chest, your throat, your face, and in your hair.”

Her face heated. More like her entire body flushed.

“Grab the headboard with both hands and arch your back.” He released his hold on her hair and slipped his hand between her legs. “I like that your * gets wet from touching me. But I’ll need lube, so stay put while I get it.”

Deacon didn’t go far. He pushed up onto his knees and leaned over to open the nightstand drawer. That put his beautiful cock almost right in her face.

And that was a temptation she couldn’t resist. Angling her head closer, she parted her lips and sucked his shaft in deep, clear to the root.

“Jesus, f*ck, Molly!”

She flicked her not-sorry gaze up to him. There was something so powerful and yet so humbling locking eyes with him while his cock was buried in her throat.

A wicked smile settled on his lips and he stroked her cheek. “Get me good and wet, babe. Don’t suck. Don’t swallow.”

Her mouth watered around his girth, and she had to breathe through her nose.

Deacon watched her eyes as he toyed with her nipples. Caressing. Pinching. Twisting. Licking his thumb and index finger before he switched sides. “You have the greatest tits I’ve ever seen.”


She hummed her approval of his compliment around his cock.

He hissed in a breath. Then he curled his hand beneath her jaw, forcing her to release his dick. “My Molly is no shrinking violet when it comes to down-and-dirty sex.”

My Molly. God. She loved that. “Because of you, Deacon. You make me feel sexy and adventurous.”

“You are, and it doesn’t have a damn thing to do with me.” After he tucked his knees on either side of her hips, he squirted a line of lube down the valley of her cleavage and zigzagged more up the insides of her breasts.

Goose bumps spread up her chest and down her belly from the cold gel.

Then Deacon forced her attention to his face. “You watch me while I’ve got these gorgeous tits wrapped around my cock. You see how much I love f*cking this body of yours.”

Molly could see it and she’d never been so turned on in her life, knowing that she could make Deacon’s hands shake with how much he wanted to take her this way. “Can I touch you?”

He shook his head. “Can’t touch yourself either. Once I’ve shot my load, you’re gonna sit on my face, so I’m covered in you, just like you’ll be covered in me.”

Her clit pulsed in anticipation. It looked like he’d be fulfilling another fantasy today.

“Spread your legs so I can f*ck your * if I want.”

There went her chance to rub her thighs together so she could get herself off. Probably intentional on the sadist’s part—not that she’d tell him that, lest he stop.

Those big hands pushed her breasts together so tightly her nipples nearly touched.

“I can feel how hard and fast your heart is beating.” The hunger in his eyes gave way to ecstasy as he pushed his cock into the channel he’d created. He eased back slowly and pushed in with equal leisure, his head briefly falling back, exposing the long line of his throat.

The man was magnificent, lost in pleasure.

The pubic hair on his balls scraped over her sternum with every thrust. Deacon’s hands were gripping her boobs so tightly his knuckles were white, blending in with her pale skin. He’d probably bruise her, but she would wear his marks of passion, of possession, with pride.

“Fuck yeah.” He glanced down, his eyes glittering as he watched his cock disappear into her tit tunnel until the thick head popped out the top.

Molly half expected that Deacon f*cking her breasts wouldn’t do anything for her; she’d go along with it because this was something he wanted.

But she couldn’t have been more wrong. All of him—his weight, his heat, his scent, his need—was druglike in its intensity. Her hands voluntarily immobilized added a sense of surrender. The look of bliss on his face—she might’ve had a mini O from that alone.