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 fucking 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 fuck your pussy 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 fucking 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.

“You’re—this feels so fucking perfect. I ain’t gonna last.” His strokes became quicker.

Sweat coated his body and a few drops landed on her chest. She wanted to lick the rivulet of sweat running down the cord straining in his neck. She wanted to rub her palms over his damp head, making them slick with his sweat and his scent.

His deep grunt of satisfaction was her only warning before the first warm spurt hit her chin. She tilted her head back, and the next jets of come dotted her neck.

Deacon slid his cock down, and the final offering splatted across her chest below her collarbones.

She looked up at him. Witnessing the pure male possession in his eyes and the sexy twist of his lips . . . In that moment he owned her.

He scooted all the way down her body and plunged his cock into her. He didn’t move or thrust; he just remained still. Then his face was above hers. His tongue darted out, and he licked the come from her chin before he smashed his mouth to hers, sharing his taste and his passion for her in a kiss that left her no doubt the man loved her.

Molly’s hips shot up, and she dropped her arm down to get a handful of his ass. She tightened her pussy muscles as her sex pulsed around his shaft in three short bursts.

Deacon continued to kiss her, making no effort to get off of her. But chances were good that body fluids had stuck them together anyway.

Then the crazy man rolled them. After he dislodged his cock, he pushed on her shoulders, setting her upright. “On your knees, babe, and hold tight to that headboard. I’m gonna eat this cunt until you scream my name.”

“Deacon—omigod, what are you doing?” He’d slid between her thighs and pushed them apart so her wet pussy practically covered his face. He had to be suffocating.

He turned his head and bit her thigh. “If you can still talk, then I’m doin’ something wrong. Lower your hips.”

“But—”

He slapped her ass. Hard. “Do. It.”

Holding on to the headboard gave her a sense of unbalance, so she dropped to her hands and widened her knees.

Then his warm mouth suctioned to her pussy. Deacon’s sucking lips and flicking tongue worked her over to the point verbal communication became limited to “yes, more, don’t stop” and a few moans and gasps.

And screams.

Yes, the man made her come so hard the first time she’d screamed. The second time . . . she couldn’t make any noise at all because she’d forgotten how to breathe. The third time he’d done something with his teeth on her clit and his thumb in her ass that . . . Yeah. No words could describe that orgasm beyond epic.