Page 48 of No Strings Attached

Sam yanked gently, pulling his hand free. “It doesn’t hurt like it used to, and the only way you’re going to stop me from swallowing your cock is if you tell me you don’t want this.”

He couldn’t form the words and didn’t want to. Instead of continually reminding Sam about it, Morgan had to trust that his mate would back down if he was in any pain.

Spreading his legs, Morgan tucked his hands behind his head. “Do what you want to me, beautiful.”

His mate smirked. “Those are dangerous words, Morgan. What if I wanted to shave your hairy legs and put a pink tutu on you?”

Morgan loved Sam’s playfulness. “Then don’t cut my legs with the razor and make sure you have the right size tutu.”

Moving to kneel between Morgan’s spread legs, Sam unsnapped his jeans and lowered the zipper. When he grabbed the waistband, Morgan lifted his hips then lowered them as his mate worked his jeans and underwear down to his calves before he stopped. “It might help if I removed your shoes first.”

“It might.”

Once his mate yanked Morgan’s sneakers off and threw them over his shoulder, he pulled the jeans and underwear the rest of the way off, making sure to remove the socks, too.

“Take off your shirt. I wore my noodley arms out lifting your heavy legs.”

Things definitely stayed interesting with Sam. Jackknifing, Morgan used one hand and yanked his shirt over his head, completely naked now.

His mate placed a hand on Morgan’s chest and shoved him backward. Grinning like an idiot, Morgan lay all the way down and tucked his hands back behind his head again. Until Sam, he had no idea he liked bossy bottoms.

Sliding until his stomach was on the floor, Sam mouthed Morgan’s balls, circling his tongue around them. Morgan hissed, reaching between his legs and lifting his nuts, feeding them to his mate.

Sam sucked each one into his mouth, teasing them with a flick of his tongue before releasing them to move even lower. Morgan planted his feet on the floor then let his legs fall to the sides, groaning loudly as Sam swirled that wicked tongue around his hole.

His mate rimmed him thoroughly, teasing the sensitive skin before thrusting his tongue deep inside. Arching his back, Morgan pushed against Sam’s face as guttural moans spilled from him. His breathing was ragged, and the sensations were fucking incredible.

Morgan loved that his mate wasn’t afraid to take what he wanted.

Sam slid his fingers through the copious amount of pre-cum sliding from the head of Morgan’s cock. Morgan’s body quivered when his mate traced circles around his entrance with one slick digit before slowly pushing it inside.

Morgan’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as Sam crooked his finger and rubbed against his prostate. He nearly came undone as stars danced behind his eyelids.

“Suck my dick, beautiful.” Morgan was unable to keep the desperation out of his voice. “I need to feel your lips wrapped around me.”

Raising his head, Sam licked a long path up the side of Morgan’s cock. He swirled his tongue around the crown, his moans vibrating down Morgan’s shaft.

There was no goddamn way he was going to last much longer. If Sam had listened when Morgan tried to stop him, Morgan would have missed out on the best blowjob he’d ever had. He’d never allowed anyone to breach his ass before, but holy fuck, he’d let Sam’s finger and tongue do it any time his mate wanted to.

Sam parted his lips and began to swallow Morgan’s cock inch by achingly slow inch. His talented tongue swirled around his shaft while his finger slid in and out of Morgan’s ass.

Morgan’s hips thrust involuntarily, pushing deeper into Sam’s welcoming warmth. He could feel himself nearing the edge, his balls drawing up tight against his body.

“I’m close,” he warned, but Sam didn’t relent. Instead, he hollowed his cheeks and hummed around Morgan’s cock as his finger moved faster.

With a hoarse cry, Morgan came hard, filling Sam’s mouth with pulse after pulse of his seed. His mate swallowed every drop, milking Morgan until he was completely drained.

Sam eased back, letting Morgan’s cock slip free of his mouth while pulling his finger free.

Morgan stared at the ceiling as he struggled to get enough air into his lungs. His body buzzed as his head spun while Sam stretched out beside him and lay his head on Morgan’s chest.

He couldn’t even think of any words to describe how he felt right now. Nothing that came to mind seemed adequate enough. Sam had just completely wrecked him.

As boneless and content as Morgan was, he wanted to bring his mate just as much pleasure. When he heard soft snores and looked down, he found the guy sound asleep.

Morgan wrapped his arms around his mate, constantly amazed at how Sam never failed to surprise him. The human wasn’t the same man Morgan had found in that closet. Sam was finally stepping into his own skin and shining more and more brightly with each passing day.

And Morgan couldn’t have been prouder.

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