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lowered his body, raspy tongue
    leaving a wet trail from Sam’s chest to his groin.
    “What are you—? Shit!” Sam dug his fingers in Mac’s
    shoulders and threw his head back when the other man closed
    his mouth on Sam’s nuts and sucked on them, then cried out in
    protest when he was released.
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    “You smell so fuckin’ good…” Mac breathed Sam in, then
    pushed the guy’s narrow hips against the mattress and circled
    the base of the long, thick cock with his tongue. It was perfect.
    Beautiful. And it was leaking. Mac wanted it in his mouth so
    much he couldn’t see straight. “Are you clean?” He managed to
    ask. “Because I am.”
    “I am too,” Sam threaded his long fingers through Mac’s hair.
    “But if you take my word for it you’re too stupid to live.”
    “I expect to see your test results in my email inbox first thing
    tomorrow mornin’,” he said right before throwing caution out
    the window.
    Mac caught the glistening drop of pre-cum that was driving
    him out of his mind with the tip of his tongue, then carried it
    to Sam’s mouth so that they could share both the taste and what
    probably was the most erotic moment of his life so far.
    He slid an arm between the bed and Sam’s back; the Yank
    pulled their pants down to their ankles and hugged him with his
    powerful arms. Mac moved his head to an angle that allowed him
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    complete access to the mouth he couldn’t get enough of; Sam
    spread his long legs wider and ground his leaking cock against
    Mac’s. Their tongues chased one another as their hips tried to get
    closer, humping with brutal force. Then Sam tried to push him
    away, but Mac wasn’t having any of it.
    “Get on your knees, Tex,” he growled. “I want to fuck you.”
    “No.”
    “What the hell do you mean, no?” Sam’s growl was low and
    intimate, and he looked furious. Crazy with lust but furious. The
    contradiction was so hot he almost came. Mac nipped at the
    man’s jaw, smiling a little when Sam pushed him again. “If you
    even think about denying me now, I swear I’ll kick your ass.”
    Mac chuckled and kissed the sexy guy lightly before looking at
    him. “Oh, I know you would try your damn best.” Sam’s fingers
    where doing naughty things to his ass and driving him crazy. The
    man was well on his way to pissed off, but he hadn’t stopped
    grinding himself against Mac or touching him all over. “Tell you
    what,” he whispered against Sam’s mouth, moving slightly to the
    side and grabbing both their hard cocks with one of his hands.
    “What the fuck is it with you and that motor mouth?” Sam’s
    tongue darted out to lick Mac’s jaw and lips, his eyes rolling back
    when Mac slid his thumb over his wet slit.
    “There’s something we need to discuss, darlin’.” Mac moved
    his butt a little to the side, allowing Sam better access to it.
    “I don’t talk during sex.” Sam frowned. “And drop the darling,
    will you?”
    “You just gotta listen.”
    One of Sam’s hands had made its way to their pricks and Mac
    moaned. Between that and the ass play, it was just a matter of
    seconds before Mac lost it. What the hell was wrong with him?
    He hadn’t gotten any recently but he sure as hell could stand a lot
    more foreplay than this.
    “I don’t really give a shit about whatever it is you want to say.”
    Sam sucked on his own finger, making it really wet and Mac held
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    his breath, waiting for him to put it back in his hole. His rectum
    squeezed in anticipation and his cock got stiffer. How was that
    even possible? Then Sam pushed his finger up and after a flash
    of pain that Mac barely registered, his body let the other man in.
    “Ohhhh…” he shuddered and bit the side of Sam’s face.
    “Feels good?” Sam asked, his teeth clenched.
    “You’re fuckin’ killin’ me.” Mac fisted their cocks together one
    more time and started to pump, using their combined pre-cum
    as lubrication to