That got his attention.

Keeping their eyes locked, he ditched his boxer briefs and kicked them away. Then he curled one of her hands around his shaft. He hissed when she squeezed and jacked him twice.

Her thumb swept beneath the head and over the wet tip. “You’re big.”

“Fuck. Don’t do that.”

“What? Tell you you’re big? Or this?” She traced the flared rim of his cock.

“That. Put your hands to better use and take off your panties.”

“Help me.”

Deacon yanked down one side while she did the other.

The heat of his skin where his thighs brushed hers sent a tremor through her.

He palmed her breast and spoke directly into her ear. “Spread your legs for me.”

His touch, his voice, the hard press of his body nearly had her coming before he traced her slit with his middle finger.

He pushed the thick digit into her pussy. “You’re wet.”

“Because I’m ready for you to fuck me,” she panted.

“Not yet.” Deacon pumped one finger in and out and added another. “Tell me where you want my first mark.”

Molly let her head fall to the side, exposing her neck. “Wherever you want.”

His approval reverberated across her skin as he latched on to the spot that made her mindless.

“Deacon.”

“Come around my fingers.”

“Harder.”

“Where?”

She swallowed, wetting her dry mouth. “On my neck. Suck harder.”

As the suction increased and he plunged his fingers deeper into her pussy, her brain started chanting, almost, almost, almost. Then Deacon pinched her nipple and she was done.

She didn’t utter a peep as the orgasm crashed through her. Her pussy throbbed; her nipple stung. Her brain tried to slow time so she could feel every single pulse in her body. She’d reached number fourteen when everything went hazy.

“Babe. Gotta remember to breathe.”

Molly sucked in a lungful of air.

“Better?”

“Uh-huh.”

He gently pulled his fingers out of her. “Don’t. Move.”

“Where are you going?”

“To get a condom.” He took a box out of his suitcase and tossed it on the nightstand.

Molly squinted at the box. Had it been opened? Was that a jumbo-sized pack? When she looked back at him, she wondered why he was pulling a condom out of his wallet.

Deacon maintained eye contact when he said, “One time ain’t gonna be enough. I don’t want to have to go far before I have you again.”

She’d never felt more wanted. Need pulsed through her body.

He ripped the packet open with his teeth and rolled the condom down his length. Then his mouth was on hers, his kiss electrifying her until her lungs were saturated with his scent and her mouth was steeped in the potent taste of him. He continued nuzzling her after he broke the kiss. “Get on the bed.”

Molly scooted to the middle, and Deacon was immediately on her, his hips against hers as he positioned himself above her.

He balanced on one hand and reached between their bodies to align his cock. He didn’t kiss her as he pushed inside. His focus remained on her face.

Once he was fully seated, he stopped.

Feeling ornery, she drawled, “Darlin’, you lookin’ for permission to keep goin’?”

A devilish glint entered his eyes as he withdrew completely.

He waited, poised in a push-up position, his breath close enough to tease her lips but his mouth not close enough to kiss.

The blunt head of his cock rested at her entrance. “Deacon.”

“Tell me what you want.”

“Fuck me.”

He tormented her, giving her his cock a little at a time. Leisurely pulling out. Holding back the hard, deep thrusts.

Molly squeezed his ass. “You proved your point.”

“Which was what?”

“You’re a sadist.”

Deacon lightly bit her earlobe. “Babe. A sadist would stop right now.”

“No. Please, don’t.” The slow and steady pace was making her squirmy. Making her pant. Making her beg.

“Then it’s a good thing I’m not a true sadist.” He slammed into her with enough force she slid up the mattress.

“Yes.”

On the next dozen strokes she arched up and bore down with her pussy muscles.

Then she shifted her hips side to side to get some connection on her clit.

“Stop trying to get off.”

“Stop trying to keep me from getting off,” she retorted.

Deacon reverted to a slow and steady rhythm. But this time he gave her toe-curling kisses as he tortured her.