His Taste Of Christmas (Forbidden Tastes #1)

15. Carter

Chapter fifteen

Carter

New Year’s Eve

A s my eyes scan over the busy crowd in Westminster, filling the streets, I can feel the excitement building as they all prepare to welcome the New Year together. Angel and I have been in contact all week, and she told me that her and her friends got tickets to watch the New Year fireworks. As a result, I had to get tickets too. Thanks to Tyson's extensive contacts, I managed to score some last-minute ones, despite them being sold out for weeks.

Everything changed after that unforgettable night with Angel. She exceeded all expectations and then some. Although many people might assume it's only about sex, it's not. Although that's how I connected with her that night, Angel has always been intriguing to me. That's why I've been unable to stop watching her over the internet.

My encounter with her on Christmas Day left me feeling like a young man again. I had to face the reality that the girl I like will probably find someone her age and move on soon, but I can't fathom allowing that to happen. Now that I've tasted Angel O'Sullivan, I can't seem to get enough. She's a potent drug that has entered my bloodstream and won't go away. My eyes search the crowd and that's when I spot her.

My angel.

She shines brightly, like a beacon amid the crowd.

She messaged me an hour ago to tell me where they were standing to get the best view. She hasn’t spotted me yet. I get my phone out to check the time; it’s ten minutes until New Year, and the bustle and noise of the crowd shows everyone is excited for the countdown. One of the biggest attractions in London is the fireworks display. I've never watched them up close, but I'm unsure if I'll have the chance to see a single firework when she's nearby.

I type out a text.

Me:

Did you wear it?

Angel

of course xx

I pull my baseball cap down, zip my jacket all the way up, and move closer to where she stands. Since it's crowded, I should be able to blend in without any problems. Yesterday, I sent Angel a small gift in the mail along with a note.

Wear me tomorrow night. – Mr H .

She followed up with a text, showing it out of the box, saying, ‘Anything for you’. The intensity with which this girl aims to please me is mind-blowing, and I'm completely enamoured by it. I read about these lush toys and how you can control them from anywhere in the world. Every time she comes, I want to make sure I'm here to see her because I don't ever want to miss one. They’re all mine.

Currently, Angel and I have one person standing between us, and I just need to find a way to get around him.

“Angel,” I hear the guy shout. “Are you all set for the fireworks?” I can’t see her in front of this lanky shit. From his voice, I can tell he's the jerk from the pub. To protect my identity, I retrieve my phone from my pocket once more.

Me

Lose the lanky shit. Now.

Roughly thirty seconds pass, and Angel enters my line of sight from the left side, still not looking in my direction.

Good girl.

I swiftly assume my position behind her, gripping my phone. I avoid touching her, so she remains unaware of my presence.

I activate the app I want and press the ‘on’ button.

“Fuck.” Angel jumps in front of me.

“Are you okay?” Macey checks. Angel turns her head, revealing the side of her face, her lips slightly ajar, exhaling misty clouds into the cold air.

“Yeah.” She nods before glancing up at the sky briefly. I raise the intensity by one level and observe her fidgeting.

“It's a chilly night tonight,” I murmur. She freezes in front of me, quickly looks sideways, and checks to see if her friends are watching.

“Mr Hayes, what are you doing?” she whispers. The noise and commotion around us mask our conversation, but I have to lean in to catch what she's saying.

“I wanted to see the New Year with you, Angel.” I turn the intensity up on the app which is connected to the toy she currently has inside of her. She lets out a low moan and tightly grasps my shirt as she reaches around her back with one hand.

“Mr Hayes,” she moans. Looking skyward, she closes her eyes and takes deliberate deep breaths. She's an absolute vision, and I have a strong desire to bury myself deep inside her right here, right now.

Once more, I lean down and let my lips gently brush against her ear.

“I want you to remember this Christmas, Angel. I want to make you fall in love with Christmas because of me.” As I increase the intensity again, her breathing quickens.

“Imagine the intense pleasure on your clit as my tongue savours your wetness. The feel of something inside you is my tongue entering you, drinking down everything you give me.” Angel’s legs must give out slightly as she falls into me and pulls on my shirt as her back trembles against my front. I bring my left hand up to her hip to keep her upright. Right now, if her friends looked, they would know she’s in the midst of pleasure. With her cheeks flushed and her lips slightly parted, I have an overwhelming desire to taste and possess her.

“Mr Hayes,” she mewls. “I’m going to—”

“Not yet. You wait until I say.” The hurried nod she gives me causes a throbbing sensation in my dick.

I turn the intensity down as that lanky shit turns to her. I peep up from under my cap to see him smiling down at her. No one is watching her come except me.

She’s fucking mine. Back off.

“Are you ready, Angel?” She remains silent.

“10.”

As everyone starts counting down, I increase the intensity of the toy once again.

“Fuck.” Her legs buckle and I embrace her, supporting her weight.

“I want you to know,” I murmur in her ear, “you've made all my past Christmases pale in comparison. You brought a glow of light into my life. Angel, you are flawless, and I consider myself incredibly lucky to have you.” Her moans grow louder, but the surrounding countdown screams overpower the sound.

“7.”

“There's one thing you need to know, Angel O'Sullivan.” I clench my jaw as she presses herself against me. “Your moans, sweet mewls, and kisses belong to me. Your sweet tasting cunt, tears, pain and heart are all mine. If you think another man will have them, think again. Good luck if you think you will get away from me because you, Angel O’Sullivan, have always belonged to me. You just didn’t know. Mine!” I breathe out as I turn the intensity up to the highest setting.

“3…2.”

Without caring about her friends' thoughts, she turns towards me, her emerald eyes shimmering through tears.

“Come for Daddy, Angel.” Holding her by the waist, I witness her crumbling into shards. I shut off the device on my phone while she shakes against me, hiding her face in my chest. I lovingly run my fingers through her hair and lean in, kissing her. Her tears dampen my lips.

“Happy New Year, my sweet girl.”