Surviving His Scars (Angels Halo MC Next Gen 4)

I wanted to take my time, make this good for her, but I was so damn hungry for her. For too long, I’d denied myself the only person I wanted, and I was starving for her touch. I forced myself to leave the sweetness of her mouth and kissed my way down her amazing body until I reached the top of her pussy.

“Please,” she whimpered, thrusting her hips upward, offering me everything I’d ever wanted.

The first swipe of my tongue up her center had her crying out my name, fisting her fingers in my hair, holding me where she wanted me most. I grinned against her wet pussy for a second before flattening my tongue over her clit and sucking her into my mouth.

“G!” she screamed. “More. Please more.”

My cock was about to explode in the confines of my pants and boxer briefs, but I needed to get her off before I worried about myself. Spreading her thighs wider with my shoulders, I thrust two fingers deep into her. She was so tight, I had to work them carefully to stretch her, but she only begged for more.

Groaning, I eased another finger into her tightness, trying to prepare her for my invasion. Her

inner walls clenched around my digits, sucking them deeper. I closed my eyes when I felt her hymen, feeling like a fucking king because I was going to be the first man in her sweet haven.

The first and the only.

“Oh God, Gian,” she moaned, her hips arching upward, riding my fingers and face. “I’m going… I’m… Ah… Fuck!” she screamed.

I licked up every drop of her release, thirsty for her nectar. Her body shook with aftershocks as I took my time, working her through the powerful orgasm until she lay limp beneath me.

Jerking to my feet, I kicked off my pants and boxer briefs. She looked up at me through her lashes, her face still flushed from having come so hard. Wrapping my hand around my cock, I stroked myself as I looked down at her.

Monroe licked her lips, as if she were starving for a taste of my cock, but I shook my head. “Not this time, precious. I won’t last if you put that sweet mouth on me. I need you so damn bad.”

Her pout disappeared before it could fully form, and she spread her legs a little wider for me, offering her body for my pleasure. Groaning, I moved over her and positioned my cock at her opening. The tip kissed her pretty pussy, already leaking before I even pushed into her tight heat.

“I’ve dreamed of this,” I confessed as I slowly sank into her. She was so tight, her walls squeezed me to the point of pain, but fuck if it wasn’t the best pain of my life. “Goddamn, you feel so good.”

“Gian,” she moaned, her chin trembling.

“Am I hurting you?” I reached between us, rubbing my thumb over her clit. “I’m sorry, precious. I’ll stop.” It would kill me, but I’d stop if that was what she needed.

“No!” she cried, her legs locking around my waist, trapping me inside her. “It doesn’t hurt. It’s so good, Gian.” Twin tears fell from her eyes, but she smiled up at me. “I’ve dreamed of this too. I would touch myself, thinking about you.”

“I know,” I admitted, and she grinned.

“I know. Sometimes I would moan a little louder than I should have just to try to get a reaction from you.” Her bottom lip pouted out. “You never did.”

“Bullshit. I would stroke myself so hard, it was a wonder I even had a cock left. Hearing those little whimpers, the way you would moan when you came…” I groaned at the memory, thrusting into her a little deeper. “But when you would get frustrated because you couldn’t get off, it took every ounce of willpower I possessed not to climb through your window and lick your pussy until you came all over my face.”

“I wish you had.”

“You’ll never have to suffer the pain of being unable to get off again,” I promised. “I’ll always be here to make you come.”

“Make me come now,” she begged.

I touched my lips to her forehead. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t. Please. I need you, Gian.”

I thrust fully into her, seating myself balls deep. I felt her tense as I broke her barrier, but it only lasted a few seconds before she was begging me to give it to her harder. Unable to deny her anything, I began to rock in and out of her until she was clawing at my back.

I strummed my thumb over her clit, making her walls clutch me even harder until I was seeing stars. Gritting my teeth, I staved off my own release, needing to feel her come around my shaft before I emptied inside her.

I knew this was a dangerous game. Coming in her as many times as I planned to without protection was begging to get her pregnant. But I wanted to put a baby inside her. To have one more reason for her to never leave me. She would always be tied to me, no matter what her family did. No matter if she came to hate me one day. We would always be connected through the life I wanted to create with her.

“Gian!” she shouted. “Gian, you feel so good. Please, I want more. I want… Fuck. I love you.”

Those three words were my undoing. Unable to control myself a second longer, I pounded into her until I was coming so hard, I heard a ringing in my ears.