Page 95 of Devoted

He slowly stroked my cock, his grip intentionally loose. His other hand caressed my thigh as he grinned in amusement. “Do you want me to speed up?”

“No,” I said through gritted teeth. If Sam wanted to play, then that’s what we were going to do, my need to come be damned.

I braced one of my arms against the wall, the other finding its home on the glass screen. It anchored me, holding me up so that I might not fall apart at the hands of my mate.

Oh, who was I kidding? That was going to happen regardless.

“You take all the time you want, baby,” I said fervently, widening my stance to allow him more access. “Like I said earlier, my body is yours. Do with it what you will.”

I could become addicted to the faint blush that covered Sam’s body. With no clothing to hide it, I could see how it spread down his chest. Later, I’d trace that with my tongue, map out and memorise all the parts of him.

I couldn’t wait.

During the next few minutes, I had to call on every ounce of patience I possessed as Sam licked, kissed, and caressed every inch of my cock and balls. He even toyed with my taint, sliding upwards to tap at my hole.

It wasn’t like I had much patience to begin with, especially not when compared to other angels. Still, I felt like a fucking martyr for how long I managed to hold out. I really should get sainthood.

Eventually though, I couldn’t wait any longer. “Please, Sam. Please.Please.I need your mouth on me.”

Sam’s lips were slightly swollen from the attention he’d been giving me. “Has it not been on you all this time?”

Going on instinct, I slid my hand into his hair and tugged gently. “You know that’s not what I want.”

Sam’s pupils blew as his eyes widened. Oh yes, my mate liked this. He liked it very much. “Maybe you should show me what you want.”

A small growl escaped me. My other hand left the wall, wrapping around my shaft to steer it. “Open wide, baby.”

Sam’s pretty lips parted obediently and my cock pulsed. Using my grip on his hair, I carefully guided him onto my cock. There was no teasing from him now. He let me into his mouth, taking me far deeper than I’d intended.

“Fuck, Sam.” My chest heaved as my entire body trembled. “Careful, don’t hurt yourself.”

He paused, my cock hitting the back of his throat, and rolled his eyes.

Rolled his eyes.

And like he was trying to prove a point, took me an inch deeper.

I didn’t have time to worry, not as his head started to bob. Slow at first, then faster. His hands weren’t idle either, one toying with my balls while the other was between my cheeks, rubbing over my hole. I knew Sam preferred to bottom, but did that mean he never topped? It didn’t bother me if he didn’t, but I loved that he seemed into playing with my hole regardless.

Sam moaned, the sound vibrating around my cock. It started fireworks at the base of my spine that quickly shot upwards as my orgasm barrelled towards me.

I tried to pull back, but Sam was having none of it, digging his fingers into me. His message was clear.

He wanted my cum.

That knowledge had me groaning loud enough to vibrate the glass shower wall. He wanted me inside him. I was making him mine.

It wasn’t enough. I wanted to come over every part of him. To rub it into his skin so everyone knew he was mine. To fuck it into his hole until it was dripping out.

My power rose as the urge to claim him in other ways screamed at me.

Not yet.I forced it down with clenched teeth.Not until he knows the truth.

The final pulses of my orgasm were rolling through me when movement caught my attention. Sam’s hand was flying over his cock. Disappointment twinged as I realised I wouldn’t be giving him this orgasm.

Then his heated eyes met mine, my softening cock in his mouth, and that disappointment vanished.

He was getting off over me. Over what we’d just shared.

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