Lash burst out laughing, brushing her hair off her face. “Fine, I will make this happen on two conditions.”
“Name them.”
“One, you have fun, and you don’t do anything that you don’t want to do.”
“That’s easy.”
Lash rolled his eyes.
“I mean it, I can do that.”
“Babe, you’re soft at heart and people have a tendency of making you do stuff you don’t need to. Everyone will pull their weight. This will not be you in the kitchen for the whole event. Everyone pitches in. Turkey, mashed potatoes, stuffing, the works. Everyone will be given a job.”
“Apart from Lacey,” she said.
“Yes, that woman can handle the drinks and the kids.” There was no way they would still have a clubhouse if Lacey got involved in the kitchen. That woman had already burnt down her own kitchen in her house, not once either. A couple of times.
Lacey had her skills though.
“What’s your second condition? You said you had two.”
He pushed some of her hair out of the way. She had stopped dying it a few years ago, and it had reverted to her brown color, along with a couple of gray hairs, but she didn’t mind them.
“That you’re my present.”
“Huh?”
“You, wrapped up in a big red bow, Christmas Eve, Christmas day, and leading all the way up to New Year.” He put his hands on her hips, and she let out a little gasp. With them hosting Christmas, they’d be at the clubhouse, which meant babysitting duty was always shared.
“Yes, I can do that.”
Lash ran his hands down to her ass, giving the flesh a little squeeze. They had been together for over twenty years, and she still couldn’t believe it. The love she had for Lash never diminished. It only got stronger.
Also, her attraction to him. Lash as a young man was amazing, but now, as an older man, he was irresistible.
“There’s no one around right now,” Angel said.
He took hold of her hand and moved her away from the clubhouse, away from the backyard, and all the way past the sheds until they came to a small, secluded area where he moved her up against a tree.
“You’re right, no one is around to interrupt me.” He slid his hands into her sweatpants, and the moment he touched her clit, Angel gasped. There was no messing around with his actions. The way he touched her set her on fire.
Reaching for him, she touched his large dick, feeling how hard it was in the tight confines of his jeans.
Another moan escaped her. She just couldn’t help it.
Lash stroked her clit, and she stared into his eyes, knowing he wouldn’t take her against this tree. As she sank to her knees, he had no choice but to pull his fingers away, and she quickly opened up the button of his jeans and then slid the zipper down.
He wore black boxer briefs, and he constantly refused to wear white. Gripping his stiff dick, she eased it out and then, without waiting for permission or to make sure that he was ready, she wrapped her lips around his length, sucking him into her mouth.
“Oh, fuck, baby. Fuck yeah, that feels so good. Take it all.”
She did so, sinking him to the back of her throat, just to the point of where she might gag. Then she stopped, pulling away and pressing a kiss to the tip before taking him back in again.
This time, she created a steady pace, sucking on him.
Lash wrapped his fingers in her hair and helped to guide her how he wanted his dick sucked.
She felt how close he was, and when he gave a growl of warning, she took him deep. When he started to come, he was at the back of her throat, and she swallowed him, drinking him down.