by Rose Marie
Silently, she nods after I pull away and I can't help but bring my lips to hers again. More! I place her hands on her ass and jerk her, deepening the kiss. I want her! I rub my hands up and down on her ass ready to take what’s mine, but I remember I myself and dial it back down.
“Seven tonight, be there.” I say as I reluctantly pull away. She eyes me with wonder, suspicion and want but before she could voice any of that I get a call and she hurries back to her desk as I answer.
I watch her intently for thinking of her being in our home and it made my throat go dry. She's coming finally home. For the rest of the day I’m unable to concentrate as I watch her from my office window. My Angel doesn't know it yet, but once she steps foot in our home it's the only one she'll know. She'll sleep with me every night from then on. She’ll love me and only me until we have children.
Ready to make this dream a reality, I pick up my phone and call my personal shopper. I rattle off the list of things I'll need for dinner with my wife then hang up, expecting everything to be in our home by the time I get off. When I hang up, I get a bit of work done while stealing glances at my wife. My Angel will finally be mine and I get to be with her at home and at work. The overwhelming joy I feel is indescribable.
I guess Shay was right about one thing, I don’t need those other things, I just need her.
Love or Hate?
Angel
I can’t believe I’m actually doing this. This is so stupid Angel Giles turn your ass around and go home right now. Instead of listening to my extremely intelligent self, I find myself pulling my dress down over my wide hips and fixing my bust in the impossible dress Nia dressed me in when I told her about this date. When I open my car door, I look up at a huge house fit for a King. This is my dream home! So beautiful.
When I make it to his door I chide myself for not bringing anything but Nia said that I didn’t need to. She said that bringing myself was more than enough if he really liked me as much as he said. It’s too late now. I take a deep breath and knock on the heavy door, pulling my dress down one more time as I wait. The door swings open and I’m almost fall over at the sight before me.
No matter how mean and frustrating Channing Stohurst is, he’s always been a sexy, mean motherfucker. With his long brown locks and blue but sometimes golden eyes and a chest that the best of sculptors would kill to capture, he had no choice but to be a lady killer. But to see him like this, out of his suit, wearing only jeans, goodness gracious! He could only be described as sinful. This isn’t good for my heart.
“Angel!” He pulled me into big bear hug. “Babylove I'm so glad you could make it. I missed you.” He held me in his arms for a long time, not wanting to let go. Uhm?
“You invited me of course I'd come. I-” he kissed me hard pulling me closer to him and grabbing my ass. When I feel his hands start to travel under my dress, I stop him. “Th-this isn’t what I came here for.”
“Oh I’m sorry Angel, you just look so beautiful right now I couldn’t help but get ahead of myself. I’ll ask you to excuse my behavior. I’m a bit on edge. The woman I adore is here and it’s hard to contain myself.” I couldn't even say anything as he'd knocked the air right from my lungs as I try to spot a lie but come short. What is going on here? “Please come in. I hope you like my new home.”
“It-” He lifts my face up to his and pecks my lips.
“Speak candidly with me love, I won’t bite unless you ask me too. And I suggest you do.” Did I step into an alternate reality or something? He grabs my hand leading me through his expansive and gorgeously decorated home. I’m awe struck by how perfect it is, with just the right amount of feminine touch. I wonder if one of his ex-girlfriends helped with the decoration. So perfect! This really is my dream home.
A wave of jealousy hits me. I feint my best smile, though I’m hating right now because I’ll probably never get to have a home like this. “Here you go Angel, sit here I'll grab us some champagne and- damnit. Give me a second babe, I forgot the food.” He runs off and I just sit there, unsure how to act.
For Channing to pull a one-eighty like this almost seems impossible. I feel like at any moment someone with a camera will run out screaming “gotcha sucka.” If this is a joke, he’s taking it to far. He returns holding two champagne glasses, one pink and one clear. With a wide almost unnerving smile he hands me the glass flute with the pink liquor and sits VERY close to me. Still no shirt on I see.
“You have no idea how happy I am the you’re here Angel. I really thought you’d stand me up.” I could only nod because I almost did. If it weren’t for Nia pleading his case, I’d be in my bed reading The Vampire King and I by Rose Marie and sipping on some Moscato. But I digress, here I am in my boss’s multi-million-dollar mansion feeling like shit because everything here is so abundantly to my liking and I can only hate in poverty.
“Thank you for inviting me. I can’t lie and say I wasn’t skeptical but so far everything has been pleasant, and I have to say your house is beautiful.” To say his eyes lit up would be an understatement. He quite literally sparkled and if he had a tail it’d be thumping heavily against the couch. Where was this enthusiasm to be near me for the years I’ve worked you asshole? Give me back my pain and suffering shit! I take a small sip of drink and the taste silences all of my inner thoughts.
“Oh my goodness…this is delicious.” I take another sip and shimmy at the bubbles hitting my throat. When I look up he’s closer than he was before. If it weren’t for the hospitality and the warm and inviting feeling of his home, I would have felt highly uncomfortable.
“You like that, Angel?” He asked in a very deep voice near my ear. I wasn’t expecting it to reverberate through me but it did, sending tiny shock waves through me. Unfortunately those shock waves cause me to slosh my drink all on my chest. “Shit!”
“Awww babe, I'm sorry. Here, let me help you with that.” Ignoring the babe part, I try to hand him my drink but to my horror, he grabs the hem of my dress and lifts it up and over my head, pulling my dress smooth off. It was so fast and unexpected I didn't even have time to stop him. Shielding myself I go to stand but he stretches an arm around my waist, holding me in place. “My God.” He breathed out eyes going from blue to almost golden in a flash. “You are simply delectable.” His breathing is labored, turning into a pant as his eyes roam over my body. As his head gets closer to my chest I wonder why I feel no fear. There’s only desire for him to do whatever he’s thinking of doing to me.
When his tongue makes a steamy hot trial over my breast slurping up the alcohol, I quake in as I release an unprecedented amount cum in my thong. I bite my lip to keep from moaning out but the heat from his nostrils feels so good, I let out a whimper instead. I could feel us about to fall into the deepest pit of lust there is until a beeping sound pulls us away from the moment. He clears his throat and sits up grabbing something from behind him. When he brings his hand around, he’s holding a plain white shirt. Without warning, he pulls it over my head. After fixing pushing his hair out of his face and fixing the ginormous bulge in his pants, he looks at me.
“The food is done, won’t you join me in the kitchen?” He grabs my hand and pulls me from the couch and into his arms, where he walks with me tucked snug against his body. Before we reach the kitchen, I pull away from him making him pout.
“I need to go to the bathroom, please.” He smirked and bent down eye level to me.
“You’re going to wipe away what I planned on slurping from you huh? It’s a shame to let all the creaminess go to waste… anyway bathrooms are over that way love. Kitchen is out back. I wanted to give you a open view, I think you’ll love it.” I nod and run off to the bathroom, locking myself in.
I look in the mirror and for some reason I can’t recognize myself. Who is this sexy glowing woman staring back at me? I glance down at the shirt that’s been thrown on my body and for some reason my heart skips a beat at how big it is on me. I’ve never been able to wear a shirt from someone I’m dating befor
e… wait did I say dating?
“Fuck, I need to chill. I can’t be letting this man get the best of me like this.” Shit just this morning I was screaming how much I hate him. I refuse to allow that to change overnight. I still hate his guts. He put me through hell. Just because he switches gears and became this magnificently, loving, compassionate, and charming person…I won’t be swayed!
~*~
Channing
She’s simply magnificent. I want to lay at her feet and worship her for the rest of my life. I vow to treat her like the queen she is from today on… I really have no choice in the matter. We will get married one day and have three kids, a goldfish and a two huskies named Bingo and Rollie.
To cool down I go to make the plates and take out some more champagne. When everything is set up, I look it over wanting it to be perfect for her, peeking at the time. She should be done by now huh? That’s when a thought takes over my mind. Did she leave? About to panic I go to take off my “kiss the chef” apron when I hear her quiet footsteps padding over to the kitchen. I felt a relief like no other.
“Come on Angel, the food is done.” She stays still, just staring.
“Why'd you set the alarm?” She eyed me suspiciously. Shit.
“I can never be too careful, I have a precious life in here. Why were you going to sneak out?” I ask her half-jokingly. I smile going over to her.
“No, I have a change of clothes in the car. I wanted to go get them.” I allow my eyes to roam free over her person one more time and lick my lips.
“Don’t worry about that. You look beautiful as is.” She looks away shyly and I go around and take her hand gently. When she doesn’t respond, I peck her lips and she gives me her adorable confused face again. I'm so damn happy she's home, I can barely concentrate on anything else. “Are you ready to eat, My Angel?” She gives me a blank face and I peck her lips again. “Sit, let me feed you baby.”
I walk her over to the table that’s sitting in the kitchen, facing a beautifully open backyard with a pond. I pull out her chair and make sure she’s comfortable. Grabbing the pink champagne, I set her food down and pour her a bit more. I take a seat and watch her face take in the meal, contently sighing.
“Wow this looks amazing!” In anticipation, I watch her take a bite and moan her approval. Damn I want her to moan like that for me.
“I’m glad you like it.” I guess I was staring to hard because she looks up and wipes her mouth.
“What is there something on my face?” Not yet!
“Oh, no uhm…sorry.” I quickly pick up my fork digging into the lobster tail and shrimp étouffée, buttery homemade rolls and steamed white rice.
“It’s ok. I’m sorry to be eating like such a pig. It's just so delicious and my favorite meal.” She smiles eating more. I know it’s your favorite meal that’s why I cooked it. “Where'd you learn to cook like this? I hate cooking.”
“I just picked up a few things traveling.” That's a lie. I knew my Angel hated cooking, so I spent the summer after I hired her in France learning how to cook from the best chef there. It cost me half a million dollars, but it was money well spent judging by her joyous expression.
“I also love your home. I know I said this before but it’s so beautiful. It turned out great, I can tell you put a lot of thought into the details. It looks and feels ten times more comfortable than your old condo.” My Angel had only been to my condo a few times to drop off some things but each time I saw the distaste on her face it broke my heart. So, I did what any sane person would do, I created a fake Pinterest account and followed her. This house was under her “dream home but could never afford” pin, and what my Angel wants my Angel gets. Watching her again she suddenly stops eating and my stomach drops. Oh shit did I make her sick? Is the foo-
“What's going on here Channing?”
“I don't know what you mean.” My hearts start pounding.
“All of this.” She waves her hand in the air and around the table. “You are cooking for me. Calling me yours and giving me top dollar champagne. You pull my dress off and well...What is this? If this you playing some sort of sick jok-”
I reach over and pull her into my lap, facing me. Pulling my shirt from her I squeeze her breast and pinch her nipple all the while kissing her and rocking her on my aching cock. When I pull away, she's still kissing the air until she realized that I pulled back. Smirking, I grab her ass and push her to me. “This is not a joke nor a ploy to get in your pants Angel. This my Angel is simply because I adore the fuck out of you. I told you at work I am very attracted to you. I want to get to know you better and show you that I'm not the man you’ve know these years.”
~*~
“Give me a chance to prove myself to you Angel. Be mine!” After those words, I only remember attacking his lips with hunger. Still this was not why I came here. I came with the intention of shutting all this bull shit down, so how the hell did I end up bouncing on his dick like a leapfrog as he throws his head back, rolling it back and forward like he’s dying? How?
“Oh, Angel yes baby ride it hard for me. You're so beautiful baby. So fucking beautiful and your pussy is tight. Ugnnnn so tight.”
“Yes! I'll ride you as- ugn as hard as I have to. Fuck me yes.” It was over as quick as it started, because he starts pounding into me making my head bobble and I can’t help but breakdown due to the pleasure. It feels so good!
“Ugn Angel baby I’m cumming! Take it baby, let your pussy swallow me down!” He pulls me into a bear hug stuffing himself full force into me. As his nuts contract with his release, he bites my neck so hard I’m sure he left a mark. Completely spent, I lay against his chest, pussy sloppy and leaking, neck hurting but feeling the best I’ve felt in a long damn time. Ready to call it a night I feel him swell inside of me and I look up at him. “Let’s take to our r- I mean my room love, because I have over three years of fucking to give to you tonight.” He stands so fast with me in his arms, I had to second guess if I was plus size. The way he effortlessly fucked and carried me up to his room left me wondering if I really hated him as much as I thought I did. When we get to the bed he lays me gently on the bed, still tucked inside of me, golden eyes flashing. “You ready for round two, My Angel?”
Never Letting Go
Channing
She’s upstairs in our room asleep. I’m going to pass out from happiness! I can hardly believe I had those thick thighs wrapped around me all last night…and this morning. She tastes just as good as I imagined. Better. I couldn’t keep from smiling because I’d finally done it. My life is now complete. Everything I’ve always wanted is laying in our home and I could ask for nothing else.
Watching the time, I think about the menu for today since I’ll be making her brunch in bed. It’s past eleven o'clock and we are supposed to be at work, but after fucking her until five this morning I didn't have the heart to wake her at seven. She looked so peaceful and beautiful laying there all snuggled up in our comforter, ass poking out. It was such a beautiful sight to the point I had to watch her sleep for an hour.
Not wanting to have My Angel wake up hungry, I get up and make her two of those apple cinnamon waffles she loves so much and six pieces of crispy, extra thick bacon and fluffy scrambled eggs made with cream fraiche. After everything is on her plate, I get her tray together then pour some apple juice because my Angel hates orange juice.
Inside our room I see that she's still sleeping. But can’t help but I lick my lips at the position she’s sleeping in. She’s sleeping as bad as usual, but this time it’s with her legs wide open and my cum seeping from her pussy down the middle of her ass cheeks. I want it. I can’t resist temptation, not with her at least. Since I didn't get to taste her last night, this is the perfect opportunity. I set her tray down and gently crawl into bed in between her legs. Once at the gates of heaven I breath us in and groan at the scent. Salivating, I feel myself harden to an almost painful state.
I can't bother with licks, no, I’m just as famished as she�
�s going to be when she wakes up, so I go for the whole full course meal. With an open mouth and waiting tongue I dive right in, enclosing it over her pussy. As soon as I latch onto her my tongue starts working, slithering inside her hole. The taste of us had me grunting in pleasure and moving my hips against the bed unconsciously. I'm going to die just from the sheer taste of her. She's so good I don't want to stop.
“Ugn yesss don't stop.” I wouldn't dream of it baby. With my eyes closed I devour the pussy, smacking as I savor her taste. With every lick I grunt my pleasure, with every suck I hum her perfection, and with every nibble I praise her existence. “Fuck yessss.” She spreads her legs open wider and grabs my hair shoving my face into her her center. Death by drowning from cum or pussy suffocation doesn’t sound too bad.
I feel my scalp start to burn as she tightens her grip and arches her back snatching my neck up as she screams out her release. “Oh. Oh shit! Oh shit.” She pants and unfortunately lets me go. I want to climb on and pound her then blow every drop of cum into her like I did last night, but while she’s laying there spent, she tells me she needs to eat. She comes first. ALWAYS.
“You happy baby?”
“What?” She looked at me still breathing hard.
“I asked are you happy? With me I mean. I want above all else to make you happy.” She set up on her elbow watching me, very curious.
“I'm happy… confused but happy nonetheless. You have utterly surprised me, Channing.” She sat up and grabbed my face, placing a big kiss on my lips. “It was a nice way to wake up. Thank you.” She smiled pulling away, looking into my eyes.
“Well let me make it better.” I smile happily, picking up the tray I set it down on the nightstand and set it on her lap. When I take the top off, she gasps and looks at me with raw emotion.
“You actually made me breakfast in bed? Will you marry me?” She laughed jokingly but I felt my life with her flash before my eyes and my heart stop in complete happiness.
