Page 23 of Surrender (Angels Halo MC Next Gen)

And fuck, I wanted that too. Whatever he gave me, I would lick up and beg for more. Because it was him.

Turning me so I was straddling his lap, he buried his face between my breasts. Involuntarily, my hips began to rock, his thickness hitting my core in a way that had light exploding in front of my eyes.

He grabbed hold of my ass and locked me in place, with his shaft right against my clit. I could feel my heartbeat in the little bundle of nerves, my entrance so saturated, my panties were glued to me from front to back. All while he feasted on my tits.

My apartment filled with the sounds of my pitiful moans and his hungry, rumbling growls. His mouth was starving for me, sucking one nipple against the roof of his mouth before releasing it with a pop to show the same affection to the other. I was already mindless. If he would just let me rock against him a few more times, I knew I would detonate.

But he only dug his fingers into me, and I stayed perfectly still while he feasted on my flesh.

“Come here,” he commanded, releasing my ass to grab the back of my neck and pull me in for a kiss.

As soon as his lips grazed mine, I was lost. Having his hands on me while getting to taste him for the first time became too much. When his tongue curled around mine, something short-circuited in my brain, and a part of me I’d tried all my life to hold back took control. It was no longer him and me, two desperate beings. It wasus.

Ravenous, I reached down and wrapped my hand around him through his shorts. “Fuck!” he shouted, his head dropping back onto the couch. “Sammy, slow down.”

“Can’t,” I whimpered, pushing the waistband out of my way. “Need you inside me.”

“Baby girl,” he groaned. “You’re going to hurt yourself.”

“I feel no pain when I’m with you,” I confessed, wiggling my panties over my hips. There was no time to savor the sight of his thick cock, veins pulsing in time to his heartbeat. I couldn’t appreciate the silk-covered iron or the contrast of color or the heat radiating from the long shaft.

All I knew was that if I didn’t sit on his cock then and there, I was going to die.

Instinct took over, and I notched him to my opening. He sat there, arms stretched along the back of the couch, his eyes blazing. Mr. Self-Denial wasn’t going to stop me. I doubted he could even if he tried. But when his gaze trapped mine, some of the wildness calmed inside me, and I slowly slid down on him instead of splitting myself in half on his massive dick.

“Oh God!” I wasn’t sure if I whispered or shouted. I was deaf to everything around me. Which was dangerous, but I no longer cared. This was everything I’d ever wanted wrapped up in one moment. Not even death could take this memory from me.

Elias curled his fingers into the couch cushions, his neck muscles straining more and more as I slowly took each inch of him. “That’s it, baby girl,” he encouraged. “Take what you need.”

“You feel so good.”

“You do too, Sammy. So fucking good. I’m bare, baby. I’ve never not worn protection before.”

Jealousy sliced through me at the reminder that there had been others before me. I didn’t want him to see it. To know the sickness that ate at me day and night. He was mine. No one else was ever allowed to touch him.

“Samara?” He cupped both sides of my face when I didn’t answer. “If you don’t want me bare, baby, you have to get off me. I’ll go get a condom from my apartment.”

“No.” I shook my head vigorously. “No, we don’t need one. It’s safe. I’m clean. I’m protected. There’s no risk of pregnancy.” I was more religious about my birth control than anything else. I didn’t want kids. Just the idea of being a mom was a nightmare to me.

“Jesus,” he groaned, letting his head fall back onto the couch. “Already about to blow.”

“Are you?” I whispered, rolling my hips. “Feels so good. Give it to me. Let me have it.”

“Baby, I’m not even halfway inside you yet. Let me get balls deep before you steal my nut.”

Gazing down, I was mesmerized by the sight of him half inside me. My cream was already dripping all over him. I pushed down a little harder, feeling my inner muscles protest the intrusion.

“You’re so big.” I worked another inch into me. “Nothing has ever felt this good.”

He slapped his hand down on my ass, startling me. My eyes shot to his, and for a few heartbeats, I thought I saw the same sickness that rotted my brain staring back at me from his blazing blues.

But then he blinked, and it disappeared, leaving only hunger. “Ride me, princess.”

Somewhere nearby, I heard my phone go off and nearly screamed in frustration. I was so close, and I could feel Elias swelling inside me. Stretching me even more than my distressed inner walls had ever been before.

It was Mom’s ringtone—the only one that was different from all the others in my contact list—the one that always made me tense when I heard it. Our earlier argument flooded into my head, trying to cancel out the mind-altering pleasure of being fucked by Elias.

“Shh, shh,” he soothed, stroking one hand up and down my back while the other rocked me on his cock. “Whoever it is, they don’t matter. It’s just me and you, baby girl.”

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