“Molly.”
“Hmm?” She placed soft kisses around the defined line of his pectorals, creating an ever smaller circle until her lips completely covered his nipple. She lapped at the flat disk, loving how fast his hips shot up.
“Fuck.”
“Like that, do you?” she said, looking up at him. Oh. Those eyes. The way they burned for her . . . heady stuff that she could put a look of need like that on his face. Molly lowered her head again. This time she used her teeth on his nipple. Scraping the surface and biting down with enough force that he bucked beneath her.
“You’re in for it,” he warned.
Her gaze hooked his again. “Bring it.” She blew a stream of air across the wet tip, smirking at his sharp intake of breath. “You really have nice nipples, Deacon. Perfectly shaped.” She sucked the whole thing into her mouth. “Very responsive.” Then she dragged her mouth across the slope of his pectoral to his other nipple. Teasing it ruthlessly, making it wet and tight, then switching back and forth between both nipples until Deacon damn near couldn’t lie still.
Molly shifted back, letting her hair drift over his chest, his belly, and his cock and balls. She flattened her palms on his chest and propped herself up. As she squeezed the hard muscles, she swept her thumbs across the tight nipples.
“You done?” he asked tersely.
“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 fuck 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 pussy 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, fuck, 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.