Caged (Mastered, #4)(71)

He was beyond obsessed with her. Last night, after hearing the depth of her suffering at the hands of her family, he’d felt the bonds between them change. No longer a tenuous tie, they’d solidified. He knew she was the one who could anchor him but not weigh him down.

Molly’s hand gently stroked his head. She didn’t say anything. She just breathed heavily as she touched him with the comfort that made him want to purr and the eroticism that made him want to roar.

Roaring won out.

He pushed onto all fours. Then he pressed his face into her neck and murmured, “Roll over.”

“You sure?” Molly arched into him, teasing him, rubbing her chest against his, knowing he was helpless to resist those fantastic tits.


After placing a sucking kiss on the mounded flesh, he said, “I need you hard, babe.” Then he turned her onto her belly himself and stretched her arms to the headboard.

Above her, Deacon said, “Lift up, but keep your legs together.” He shoved a pillow beneath her hips. Then, balancing on one arm, he gripped his shaft at the base and aimed the head at her wet center.

As her * enveloped his cock, he had to grit his teeth against the need to ram into her. Had anything ever felt this damn good?

No.

Once his cock filled her completely, he placed his lips on the nape of her neck, letting his breath and the damp heat of his mouth tease the fine hairs, knowing it drove her wild.

“God, yes. I love how you feel on me. I’ve never done it this way.”

When she said stuff like that, he wanted to beat the hell out of every man who’d failed to be the lover she needed. Then a cocky sense of possession roared through him. He’d give her everything she’d never had and then some.

“Make that growling sound again.” She nuzzled his jaw. “Because that means you’re about to bring out the beast.”

“Fuck, woman. You test me when you say shit like that.”

Deacon started to move. Kissing all his favorite spots. Nipping and scraping his teeth on those same sensitive sections. Keeping as much contact between their bodies until the heat and the friction made their skin slick with sweat.

Every time he bottomed out, Molly made a small grunt of satisfaction that echoed his own.

He slid his mouth up and down the slope of her shoulder, feeling her skin break out in gooseflesh beneath his lips.

“Deacon, you said hard.”

“Patience, babe,” he murmured. “Feels good like this.”

“Yes.” She moaned when he thrust in harder. “Feels good like that too.”

“I wanna take my time with this * that’s so hot and wet and ready for me,” he said into her sweet-smelling hair.

Molly tightened her cunt muscles around his shaft.

“Fuck.” He hissed in a quick breath. “Do that again.”

She bore down harder.

Deacon picked up the pace. The faster thrusts sent him speeding toward release. He buried his face in the curve of her neck, rocking his hips, his skin sliding across hers, the scents of Molly and sex filling his lungs. Nothing had ever felt so amazing. And then he realized why it felt so amazing.

No condom.

But he’d hit the point of no return. He pulled out, and his shaft slipped up the crack of her ass. The damp skin and tight depth hugging his length had him sliding faster and faster, because that felt f*cking fantastic too.

“Deacon? Why’d you—”

“No condom,” he panted. “Too f*ckin’ 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 * 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 f*cking 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 f*cked 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.”