Caged(48)

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."

Molly clutched the back of his neck.

He plowed into her, hips pumping at full force. The all-encompassing need to imprint himself on her was stronger than he'd imagined.

Her mouth was on him, treating him to tender kisses. On his lips. On his neck. On his jaw. This reverence destroyed him.

Deacon pushed her knee out. Every time he drove in, he canted his pelvis, putting friction directly on her clit.

"Yes. God. Don't stop."

One. Two. Three thrusts and Molly unraveled.

Fuck. He fought the deep rhythmic pulling of her cunt muscles, milking his cock. Not yet. He had to see this. Her total abandonment to the moment. To him. He had to hear the sexy moans drifting from her kiss-ravaged lips.

That's fucking mine too.

He murmured, "Beautiful," against her throat.

She clamped her hands on his head. With her breath in his ear and her pussy tight around his cock . . . he felt the beginning of that spiral into the ultimate bliss. He clenched his ass cheeks, holding his breath through every hard spurt.

White spots danced behind his lids.

Molly whispered, "Babe. Gotta remember to breathe when you're fucking me."

The noise he made was half laugh/half gasp.

Deacon panted against her neck. Seemed to take forever to find his balance.

"You okay?"

"Fuck. I came so hard my balls hurt."

"It's only fair if I'm chafed you should be too."

"I don't care."

"There's a lover's concern," she said dryly.

He raised his head and gazed into her eyes. "I warned you it'd be like this."

"I know." She paused and whispered, "One day."

"One day what?"

"One day we've been lovers and you're already fucking me into acceptance of your caveman ways."