Chapter 5
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.
Second ovary explosion.
I sat down on the bed and pointed my finger at him, calling him over to me as I slowly spread my legs wider.
Shaw growled loudly and was in front of me in seconds, climbing over me and pushing me back onto the bed. He moved between my legs and spread my thighs wide, kissing each one, before settling in front of my pussy.
“So fucking perfect, angel,” he said as he spread my pussy lips with his fingers and took me in.
“So pink, so wet, so fucking gorgeous.” And then he dipped his tongue in, and as soon as it landed on my clit, fireworks exploded from behind my eyelids, and I sank into my bed, losing myself in him. All of him.
He licked and sucked, focusing on my clit, before moving down my slit and back up again.
His tongue moved in circles on my clit, like a French kiss, before darting in and out of my pussy and fucking me with his gloriously talented tongue.
I clamped my legs around his head and gripped the sheets beside me, moans and groans escaping my throat, sounds I’d never even heard myself make before.
So much pleasure exploded through me, and my orgasm built higher and higher until one last hard suck on my clit sent me over the edge.
The best, most sensational feeling tore through me, and my entire body shook as my orgasm burst through me.
Stars danced behind my eyelids as Shaw didn’t quit his torture. No, he amped it up, causing another orgasm and then another to roll through me, leaving me breathless and spent. Like I needed a damn cigarette or a glass of wine. It felt fucking amazing.
When he’d finally gotten his fill, Shaw kissed his way back up my body to my mouth, kissing me hard on the lips, bruising and punishing and full of so much want and need. I tasted myself on him, a salty yet sweet taste, and kissed him again and again, wanting more.
I lifted my hips to him, rubbing my wet pussy against his cock, needing him inside me, unlike anything I’d ever needed before.
“Please. Please fuck me,” I begged.
“Oh, I will, sweet angel,” Shaw said before grabbing his cock and lining it up at my entrance. He teased me with it, pushing it in an inch or so before backing out.
Taking a deep breath, I braced myself for him, desperate for him to push inside and fill me whole.
But then he moved his lips down my jaw, over my neck, and to my breasts, his cock no longer near my pussy. I cried out in desperation. “I need you inside me, Shaw. Please,” I begged more.
“Patience, angel. You deserve to be worshipped.”
Shaw took his time kissing me from head to toe, and finally, he appeared above me, his cock rubbing against my pussy.
He pushed inside slowly, deeper, deeper, filling and stretching me until he was balls deep.
He paused for a moment, both of us staring into one another’s eyes, before he straightened his back, holding on to each one of my legs as he began to thrust.
And then he fucked me, hard, never once breaking eye contact, his thrusts deep and long, hard and fast, until we both came together once more, our bodies now as one.