“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.