***ZANE’S POV***
London Ellie Jameson tastes like heaven. If this is how heaven tastes then I don’t want to be in a haste to die because I already have that pleasure with me on earth.
I have a hard-on but I refuse to satisfy myself, London has to know that I am in charge, if it means giving her as many orgasms that she cries out to me and curses, yes, I will give her, but what she wouldn’t have is my dick.
I am restraining that from her for now. I don’t know how long I can stand this little temptation of a woman but she is quickly becoming my addiction.
I watch as London crawls down from the bed still clutching the comforter under her arms as a shield.
I smile and walk to my closet picking out a blue boxer from the thousands I have. Grabbing my sweater, I turn around to a thumping sound.
“Shit!” London shouts as she falls on the soft carpet.
I rush to her and notice the comforter had made her fall. She had tripped on the many layers. I want to laugh but I don’t dare do it. Rather, concern feels my features when I hear her groan.
“Are you alright?” I ask as I kneel before her, trying to remove the comforter around her.
London holds onto it like her life depends on it.
“No, stop! I am naked,” London screeches and slaps her mouth when she discovers that she is naked and had just said it out loud.
I give her a reassuring smile before I grab the comforter once more, tucking it out of her grasp carefully.
“I have seen you naked, you looked good, I think I want another view of you again,” I say giving her one of my cheeky grins.
London blushes and slaps my hand playfully. I like that she is coming around slowly, I don’t mind as long as she seems comfortable with me.
“Wear this,” I tell her handing the sweater and the boxer I had picked out for her.
The doorbell rings and I stand quickly.
“That must be the delivery man with our food. I will be waiting for you downstairs,” I tell her planting a soft kiss on her lips before walking away.
*
London is doing something to me. Fuck! I have a pool of women but none of them seem to have the effect London has on me.
I mean, London looks so fragile, breakable. I have this urge to protect her, even if it is from her own soul, I feel like she needs me, but deep in me, I know this is what I need for myself. London is what my soul needs right now.
I open the door and the delivery man had several bags of food in his hands, I take them and nod my head in appreciation. I hand him a tip bill before heading inside.
Walking with the bags to the kitchen, I place them on the island. This is enough food to feed an army, well, I am hungry, and I hope London is hungry as well.
I start arranging the food from the bags into plates. I am not that bad though, I really try to fit everything out, it is good, but not fit for a princess like London. I groan in frustration as I quickly remove the Tupperware of foods and try putting them on plates.
“Can I help?” I hear a small voice ask behind me.
I turn around to see London standing at the door staring at me. She looks like an angel. Small, and my sweater is so big on her, she looks cute though.
“I wanted this ready for you, but I do lack the skills for it,” I confess heaving a sigh.
I see the laughter in London’s eyes, she nods, that is it, the woman just nods her head, her beautiful blonde curls bubbling on her head, I feel the stretch of my dick but I don’t give in to the temptation.
“That is fine, let me see,” London says giggling as she walks up to me.
Her soft laughter does something to me, I can’t help but look at her in the face, she is glorious, and as she finishes setting up the dishes, I can’t help but notice how young London is.
“How old are you?” I ask out of the blue.
“Twenty-one,” London replies sweetly, her attention still on the food she was setting out.
I nod.
“I am twenty years older than you,” I inform her.
London stops what she is doing to look me in the eyes. Those ever-blue eyes, right now, they have sparks of green in them, fuck the fact that her face still looks battered, this woman is the prettiest woman I have ever seen in my entire life.
“Forty-one? Don’t you deserve to be called daddy, then?” she mocks as she sways her ass to the other corner of the table to continue unwrapping the food.
If I thought my dick could get any harder, then I was joking, right now, my cock felt like it would explode. London is doing something to me and damn the fact that she doesn’t even know it herself.
I walk behind her and grabbing her neck from the front, I pull her to me, turning her body just enough for her to look at me without me hurting her neck.
“Fuck, I love it when you call me daddy, I can’t wait to show you how daddy can pleasure you,” I say kissing her.
London purrs like the little kitten she is. I cackle, I love teasing her. Whenever she trembles beneath me, I feel like the fucking beast that I am.
“Sit your ass down let us eat before I totally forget that I have to feed you and rather eat you instead,” I mutter fiercely.
London nods before slipping on the chair I pull for her. Two plates are in the bag so I take it out and set it on the table.
I take the sit on the other side of the table, glad that London is with me. I don’t usually eat at home, I barely even stay at home to start with.