Her green eyes shone, the soft lights of the Christmas tree behind her, lighting her up and making her red hair grow. She looked like an angel.My angel.
She could’ve asked me for the world right then, and I would’ve moved heaven and earth to give it to her.
“Yes,” I choked out, my hands falling from her waist.
Adilene slid her body down my legs, landing on her knees before me. I lifted my hips and pulled my pants and underwear down, giving her easy access.
Her mouth popped open as her tongue darted out, her eyes growing wide at my cock, now fully hard.
“You’re my angel, Adilene. My fucking Christmas angel,” I gritted out, bracing myself for her lips on my dick.
“No, Shaw. You’remine.” She positioned herself between my legs and rested her arms on my thighs before dipping her head low. Her mouth hovered above my cock, and she licked her lips before darting her tongue out and licking the tip.
I nearly bucked off the couch.
And when her mouth wrapped around my cock and she sucked for the first time, I knew then and there, I wanted this woman in every way possible.
Adilene was mine.
CHAPTER FIVE
Adilene
Shaw was unbelievably gorgeous.I thought he looked handsome with his clothes on, but with his clothes off?
Holy fuck.
It was a whole other level.
A Greek god of sorts.
And he was all mine.
He might be older than me, given his salt-and-pepper beard and a few salt streaks in his hair, but age was only a number, and I no longer cared. Every part of me wanted him, older or not.
I took more of him in my mouth and down my throat, licking the shaft and moving back up again and over the top. I swirled my tongue around the top again and again, flattening my tongue along the back of his shaft, one hand playing with his balls.
One of his hands tugged on my braid while the other rested on my head, as if he were guiding me, but he wasn’t. I moved all on my own, twisting and swirling and turning and licking, wanting all of him down my throat. He tasted so fucking good,like a treat I couldn’t get enough of, and I sucked hard and fast, my head bouncing up and down.
“Fuck, I am going to come so hard,” Shaw said as his hips began to buck, meeting me in equal time with thrusts as I sucked.
I didn’t let up, didn’t slow down, wanting him to come down my throat, wanting to taste his seed and lick it all up. My pussy throbbed at the thought, and I squeezed my legs together in a desperate attempt for friction.
A roar erupted from Shaw, and his nuts tensed in my hands as his orgasm ripped through him, his body shaking as his cum filled my mouth and squirted down my throat. I drank him in greedily, hungry for it, for him, for us. It was heady, hot, and so fucking addicting, my entire body buzzed with an energy unlike anything I’d felt before.
I sucked and slurped until he was bone-dry and trembling beneath me. Before I could even lift my mouth from him, he leaned down and slipped his hands underneath my arms, lifting me into the air and onto the couch. He swiftly stood, turned, and lifted me again, my legs latching around his waist as he carried me upstairs. “I’m going to properly worship you, angel. And not on the couch.”
A thrill ran through me. The thought of him worshipping me had my ovaries exploding despite having two young children. And the nickname…his angel.
I was a goner.
Inside my room, a small Christmas tree stood in the corner, the only light in the room. Shaw set me down on the bed and walked over to the door, closing it softly.
As he strolled back toward me, his stride filled with purpose, I sat up and held my hand out to stop him. A small grin played on his lips as his eyes darkened.
I stood and stripped off my leggings, pulling them down to my ankles and leaving me in only my bikini panties. I slowly pulled them off, too, and threw them at him.
Shaw caught them with his mouth. He literally caught them with his mouth.
