“CHANNING!” She screamed pushing away from me while shaking.
“Don't run from me Angel. Fuck, baby this pussy so nice and wet, it's squeezing my dick so good.” I put my face in her neck sucking as hard as I can because the overwhelming need to mark her is driving me crazy.
“Shit, why is your dick is so big, ughn.”
“Because I’m the big bad wolf and I want to eat you up. Now break for me baby.” Her lips parted and she starts shaking. Fascinated by what I was seeing I sit back and watch my woman convulse with pleasure “That's it Angel. That's fucking it!” I brace my arms on each side of her and groan as my dick swelled. When I finally release into her I blow such a heavy load there’s absolutely no way she cannot be pregnant. Hopefully there will be a love child coming in nine months. Rolling us to our side I hear her stomach growl.
“So, sex makes you hungry?”
“Mhmm, but even more so because you took my food from me. Give it back, and it better not be cold.” She joked sitting up. I look over to the platter that I’d placed on the dresser. The food has gotten cold. She can’t eat that. I pull from her and kiss her lips as I get up, missing her already. After going to the bathroom for a towel to clean up our mess I tell her to wait as I take the cold food downstairs and make her a fresh plate.
After taking her the fresh meal I prepared I told her to relax because we were taking the day off. She protests, but I had to remind her that I’m the boss and what I say goes. Handing her the remote and some snacks, I sneak downstairs to my office to do some work from home. I did tell her that we were taking the day off but there’s no way in hell I’d allow my Angel to think I wasn’t working hard for our future.
When my calls and meetings are done, I go check on her only to find her sleeping. I grab her empty platter and tuck her in, then go to the kitchen where I wash dishes and take out food for dinner. After stalking her for so long I know that when she wakes up from her nap she’ll be hungry so I also set the ingredients I need to make her a loaded turkey sandwich on a cutting board in the fridge. When I see that there are no veggie chips, I almost lose my shit. I snatch up my cell and angrily call the food delivery service that I pay too damn generously to be forgetting my woman’s fucking veggie chips.
“Fresh pro-”
“Channing Stohurst, from Stohurst Investment’s. I need to speak with your manager.”
“Good evening Mr. Stohurst I see you-”
“I’m sorry are you the manager?”
“No sir I-”
“Who you are is irrelevant to me. I asked to speak with your manager. I suggest you comply before I get pissed off any further than I already am.” Not a second later I hear a female voice come through and I square my shoulders ready to let her have it.
“Mr. Stohurst, I apologize for the incompetence of my employee and the inconvenience they have caused you. What can I do for you for you today?
“Inconvenience? Let me tell you about inconveniences. My wife is upstairs sleeping and I as a devoted and faithful husband wanted to surprise her with her favorite turkey, bacon and avocado sandwich with veggie chips when she wakes up in forty-five minutes and guess what?”
“W-what sir?”
“Before that, what’s your name and title ma’am?”
“I-I’m Heather Healey manager at Fresh Produce and Company.”
“Oh, I see well let me tell you what, Heather Healey manager of Fresh Produce and Company. I don’t have any veggie chips. Pray tell how I am, a husband who absolutely adores the woman who’s sleeping upstairs supposed to provide his woman everything her heart desires when I’m missing ingredients, because Heather Healy from Fresh Produce and Company’s employee’s didn’t bring everything I ordered. Hmm? Can you tell me that?”
“Mr. Stohurst, I apologize. I see here that we did indeed have them in stock yesterday. I have no idea why your order wasn’t filled to completion but that is neither here nor there. I take full accountability for our mistake and will get them over to you along with a full refund of your purchase.”
“Please see that you do. If my wakes wife up upset set about not having her veggie chips, I’ll take this company for everything it’s worth.” Hanging up I grumble at the audacity of the company for forgetting such an important item. Ten minutes later I hear the doorbell ring and I’m pleasantly surprised when two big boxes of variety veggie chips are at my door. Now that’s how you do business.
Inside I sit for a while texting my brother until my alarm goes off for me to start making my Angel’s lunch. As I pull out the ingredients and start prepping, I feel a sense of overwhelming happiness hit me. This is how my life is supposed to be. This is what I’m destined to do. I’m supposed to serve her and make her the happiest woman in the world.
Feeling giddy I gently place her turkey and bacon in layers on her toasted honey wheat bread. I slice the tomato and avocado to the perfect specifications that she always orders when she’s out and about at restaurants and place them in a heart shape so she can eat my love. Finally, I sprinkle a bit of lemon pepper seasoning onto her tomato and avocado to give it a bit of kick and spread the special zesty sauce I learned to make in Italy.
When it’s all done, I place it on a paper wrap cut in half, then expertly package it for her so that when she takes a bite the contents wouldn’t come apart. I take a bag of her veggie chips, open them and place them in a pleasing pattern for her to grab then place the lid on her platter. I was just about to pick up the food when I kick myself for almost forgetting her drink. Running over to the fridge I go over the beverage options that I bought for her. Hmm, she typically drinks this with a green tea, but the zesty sauce might throw off the flavor for her. How about the Sun brewed tea I made her a couple days ago? The fruit in it with the mint leaves will enhance the… YES! This is perfect. It’s only a trial brew but I’m lucky she’s here to test it out for me. If she likes it, I’ll have the recipe added to The Recipes for My Angel.
I take down the cute little mason jar with a straw lid that I saw her put on her pin board and rinse and dry it then pour the tea. When I hear my watch start beeping, I feel my heart thumping. I’m late. Shit, I pick up the platter and tea and jog upstairs just in time to see her stir from her nap. That was cutting it to close. Next time I’ll plan her meal ahead, because this is unacceptable. Angry at myself I place her food on the nightstand next to her, write her a note and leave. I need to finish up with work for the day and get dinner started.
Let’s Go Home
Angel
Yawning, I sit up and for a second I forget where I am. I look around at the grand room I’m sleeping in and my eyes go wide when I remember that I'm still at Channing’s house and that I kind of agreed to go out with him. What in the hell was I thinking?... I was thinking about that dick he put on me last night… and this morning.
I must have been out of my damn mind. As I climb from the bed, I see its evening and find myself sidetracked by the platter sitting the night stand. I open it and I see why I lost my damn mind. This looks amazing. I set back on the bed and read the cute little note written out telling me to enjoy my lunch and to relax for the day. Before I can even bite into the food, I can already tell it’ll be delicious. And it was. It took little to no time for me to polish off the sandwich that was made to perfection, but the drink! This drink is scrumptious. I’ve never tasted anything like it. Wow! I need to ask him where he purchased this from.