Page 24 of Surrender (Angels Halo MC Next Gen)

Moaning, I wrapped my arms around his neck and moved my hips faster, needing to drown out everything but him. Tears pricked the backs of my eyes, threatening to ruin everything I’d worked so hard to achieve. His tortured, guttural shout of pleasure sent a thrill through me, knocking all other thoughts out of my head.

“That’s it, baby. Fuck, you are so wet. So goddamn tight. You’re choking the come out of me, princess.”

Everything stopped for a moment. There was no noise, no light, nothing but the intense pleasure of falling apart with Elias inside me. Muffling my scream in his neck, I let go. Of my fear that I never gave voice to. My insecurities that only fed the sickness that festered every damn day.

Myragethat was always there, right below the surface. Suffocating me.

All of it was gone for one bliss-filled moment, and the world was right side up for the very first time.

It was the kind of freedom I’d been chasing my entire life.

As the contractions slowly ebbed, Elias gave in to his own release, his hands biting into my hips as he pounded up into me.

My muscles turned to liquid, and I gave myself over to his tender care as he whispered into my hair while still struggling to catch his breath. “Shh, little one. I’m here. Daddy’s got you.”

CHAPTERTWELVE

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With Samara wrappedaround me like a baby koala, I got to my feet. We both groaned as my cock slid out of her, causing my come to drip on the floor. Making a mental note to clean that up later, I carried her through the apartment to her bedroom.

This was all new territory to me.

I didn’t doafter. Past hookups were just that. We met, we fucked, we went our separate ways immediately after.

That wasn’t how it was going to be with Samara. She wasn’t some random chick. When I laid her on the bed, she curled into a ball, cuddling the extra pillow to her chest before releasing a sleepy sigh.

Leaving her long enough to grab a warm, damp washcloth and a towel, I returned and carefully rolled her onto her back. She whined, half asleep until I gently spread her legs and cleaned her up.

Another first for me.

My thumb accidentally brushed her clit, and she moaned, her thighs already trembling. My cock jumped to attention, ready for round two. That was something new as well.

I’d just blown harder than I could ever remember. Yet as hard as I was again, I wouldn’t have believed it if I hadn’t experienced the sweet bliss of having Samara’s pussy strangling my cock only minutes before. This kind of need—hunger—was only typical after I’d denied myself for weeks.

Tucking the covers up over her, I went to toss the washcloth and towel in the bathroom before cleaning up the mess in the living room. Once the come splatter was wiped up, I picked up her ruined panties and tucked them in the pocket of my shorts before locking up and returning to the bedroom.

She was already breathing evenly as I pulled the covers back so I could climb in behind her. Her entire body tensed when she felt me, but then I kissed her neck. “Easy. Daddy’s here.”

A strangled sob left her, and she rolled over, wrapping herself around me. “You stayed,” she choked against my chest.

“Did you think I would be able to get a taste of how good we are together and have the strength to leave after, Sammy?”

Burying her face deeper into my chest was her only response. Sighing, I rubbed my hand up and down her back. “Sleep, baby girl. I’m not going anywhere.”

She shifted her legs restlessly. One lifted up over mine, and I slid my thigh between hers. Her heat soaked into me, turning my cock to forged iron. Mewling in contentment, she fell back to sleep. Kissing the top of her head, I closed my eyes.

Wet heat wrapping around my cock like a vise jerked me awake. My eyes snapped open to discover I had pinned Samara to the bed and was already balls deep.

“Don’t stop,” she whined, bending her knees back to give me a deeper angle.

Groaning, I buried my face in her tits, too blinded by the nirvana of being inside her again to allow even a drop of shame to invade my mind for attacking her in my sleep. Feeling the ripples of contractions squeezing me, sucking me deeper, demanding my surrender, I knew she was just as lost as I was.

“You have the perfect pussy, baby girl,” I told her. “Thank you for letting me inside, princess. Thank you for giving it to me.”

She raked her nails down my back. Fuck, that felt good. But the scratches didn’t feel deep enough. I needed her mark on my skin to match the claim she’d already made on my soul.

“It’s mine, isn’t it, Sammy?” I thrust harder, trying to imprint myself inside her. Needing her to feel me there all day.

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