“Angel’s not going anywhere. She might think she is but that’s only because she doesn’t know any better. She’ll be mine soon.” He only chuckled and loosened his tie.
“If you say so, on another note what was that I walked in on? Did you really seal the deal with Angel?”
“But that was just our first official kiss. If you hadn’t interrupted, I could have probably gotten her to come home with me.” I just needed her to step foot in the house. I’d do everything short of locking her in the basement to keep her there.
“Nobody likes a braggart.”
“Same can be said for a cockblock.” He only points the middle finger at me again and waits for me at the door while I grab my things. Walking to our cars we get in saying our goodbyes, after finalizing plans with our cousins Zane and Teagan for dinner next week. Inside I groan thinking how I could have been in the car headed home with Angel. I already know It’s going to be a fucking pain to get off tonight now that I’ve tasted her lips. Masturbating won’t help tonight.
I’m pretty sure a lot of people would think a man of my caliber would be opposed to beating his dick to ill-gotten videos of his employee, but not me. Angel is truly God’s gift to me. She put every woman I’ve ever liked, loved, and lusted over to shame. Her smile has the ability to render me obsolete and her body… her body! Touching her today was like getting into heaven and having all my dreams come true. When Landen came in, it was as if he threw me right back in the pits of hell. I squeeze my fist around my steering wheel remembering her kisses. I need her.
No one at work aside from my brother knew the true obsession I had for her. It was beyond bad, border line stalker. I haven’t reach stalkER yet only stalkerISH. I’m a classy man I’m not out here following her everywhere she went; I’m above that. I have other… more discreet people doing that for me. See, stalkerISH.
When I get to our home, I’m so anxious to get in the house I practically jump out of the car. It took everything for me to remember to turn off the car. My need for her is wreaking havoc in my body, my want for her is driving me crazy. When I get in the house I’m panting heavily and feeling sluggish. I've NEVER been the obsessive type before. I’m the type of man that typically didn't give a damn about what woman lay in his bed. As long as she provided a clean bill of health, sucked some good cock and didn't mind a bit of rough housing. Outside of my ex I could never commit but if Angel asked me to marry her tonight that would be no issue. I’d spent these last few years planning our future anyway. I’ll make her the happiest she’s ever been.
When Angel walked into my office, I was star struck. I even remember what she had on that day. A tight-fitting dress that hugged her like I wanted to and the heels-my God just thinking about it had me groaning. During the interview she could have told me two plus two equals twenty-six, and I'd have still hired her. None mattered more than being her being next to me.
I’d watched her at her desk when she thought I was working. I moved my office to the floor with the workers so I could be closer to her. Before I hired men to keep an eye on her, I used to follow her home just to make sure she was ok. I paid her rent when she was late and sent her gifts for special occasions. Anything that would leave a smile on her face I made sure to do… outside of being a great boss because I couldn’t for the life of me act right in front of her.
Landen being the intuitive bastard that he is started to notice my change in attitude towards her and the big fact that I’d never proposed to my girlfriend. When he asked, I couldn’t hold it in so I told him about her, and then he in turn told me about Nia. Then, with the unexpected help of our cousins, we learned a bit about our past. It caught us off guard that this ran in the family. There’s nothing that we can do. The women we lock on are it for us.
I sit down I undo my pants and squeeze my dick to stop it from throbbing. I want her. Shit, I’m wound tight tonight. I pump a few times thinking about the kiss that we shared, and my tip starts tingling. Touching isn’t going to work. Sitting up I pull my phone from my pocket and call a chick that I thought could help me relieve some of this pressure building in my balls.
It doesn’t take her long to get here thankfully. As soon as I open the door, I’m on her fast.
“I knew you couldn't stay away Channing.” She moaned.
“Don't speak.” I grunt and pull her into the house regretting the fact that I didn’t go to a hotel. I try my hardest to not get turned off by the obvious difference in body types. I wanted something plush to push back at me but here I have nothing. I’m starting to get turned off. This isn’t going to cut it... I need more stimulation. I'd actually had her in my hands, held her felt her, kissed her. Since I experienced that this felt like nothing. Hindering more than helping.
When I take her to the living room, I eye the noise canceling headphones that I use for when my thoughts get too noisy and the eye mask for when I sleep. I turn her way and an idea pops into my head, and I lead her over to the couch. As I start to put them on her she backs away from me and eye me with suspicion.
“What are you doing with those?” I only shush her and secure the headphones and eye mask. When she’s all set, I sit down pull out my dick and put on my headphones. I grab my phone, scroll through my messages and click the video that I needed and pull her close to me and slap my dick against her face and her lips. She gets the message and engulfs my tip. At first there is no pleasure as she gently sucks me in. I’m flaccid as ever, but the moment I press play on my phone I feel a tingle in my balls. I can do more.
I grab my remote and turn on my apple tv and mirror my phone. When I see My Angel pop up slurping up my cock on my eighty-five-inch smart curved tv in HD I shudder in satisfaction. I sit back an grab the head in between my legs and push her down on my cock to match Angel’s pace. More. Listening to my subconscious, I pull her down hard making my cock go further down her throat.
When I'd first heard about the video that my private detective bought off her ex, I was mad that the fucker would dare do such a thing to my woman. After making sure no other copies were made or distributed, I made the unwise choice to watch it instead of destroying it like I had planned. I shouldn't have; it was an invasion of privacy, but at that time I was just trying to get by with my obsession.
It was so bad I ALMOST thought of putting cameras in her apartment… ALMOST, but thankfully I came to my senses. Still it left the video that I’m about to watch now. I inserted the cd angrily, prepared to go kick her ex’s ass for distributing it. I instead became captivated. Drawn in by a woman who tempted me daily with just being near me, to see her in such a state, doing such a thing left me in shambles.
As I watched her take cock down her throat with no gag reflex, drool and precum running down her chin and neck. In my mind I pictured myself instead of the black cock she was sucking. I watched the video twice, each time enthralled, and the following week I made the obvious decision to have the video photo shopped so it fit my preferences. Now it’s my cock doing all the nasty things to her instead of her ex-boyfriend’s. When I told my therapist about it she looked at me disturbed but all I could do was shrug because I made my peace with it and it wasn’t shit she could do about it because I wasn’t a danger to myself or Angel.