***ZANE’S POV***
I can’t hide how stunned I am by London telling me how she wants to be fucked.
“Is that what you want, London?” I ask taking her slowly from the back.
My head is thick with lusty clouds, I have to make sure I don’t come, at least, not yet.
“Yes, Daddy. Please, fuck your little girl,” London urges.
I don’t hold back when I start, I immediately pull out of her sweet cunt and thrust deeply in her. When she moans, I chuckle.
“You are in for the whole ride, baby girl, hold on to the sink tight because I am not stopping until I have rut you,” I warn as I keep thrusting deep into London.
She is so tight, I love how feels, I release her neck so that I can focus on her nipple. I pleasure London, I don’t let her go, when I feel her contracting, her tight pussy grabbing my dick, I let out a low guttural groan.
“Zane… Zane… I am cumming,” London shrieks out.
I quickly pull my hand over her neck again.
“You don’t cum now, London, not yet,” I snare.
She shakes her head, she is close to the edge again.
I get so mad at her that it turns me on. Adding pressure on her neck, I choke London out. She gasps for air, her eyes pleading on the mirror in front of her.
“You don’t fucking cum until I say so,” I let out.
She shakes her head, her blonde curls wobbling around. The moment my tension is under control, I smile at her, as I bend her forward.
London doesn’t know what hit her from behind, it is me. I fuck her like she would disappear. I don’t leave her waist, she is a shivering mess.
This minute will forever be engraved in my mind. I need to keep it secured, locked from the world.
“Daddy, please let me cum,” she begs tears streaking her eyes.
“No, not yet,” I tell her.
I am about to cum, I feel that pressure when my balls tighten up, I know I can’t take it any longer.
I secure my hold on London’s slender neck while I run my other hand to her clit, I pinch it and London rolls her eyes backward.
“That is it, London, beg me to cum,” I grit out as I circle that little clit of hers.
London is whimpering, she is standing on her last tippy toes, and she is sex. This woman is sex, and I am fucking her mercilessly.
“Beg me, London, or I wouldn’t let you cum,” I threaten her.
It isn’t necessary, London is more than a willing participant in my plow. Her nose is running, her face is glistening with her own tears.
“Please… Oh, Zane, please… Let me cum,” she begs slurring.
“That is my good girl. Now, cum like the fucking sex slut that you are,” I tell her.
London chases her orgasm and crashes with a loud shrill. My hand on her neck secures her from crashing into the mirror. I don’t want her to hurt, it is my duty to protect her. London is dragging me down to my own climax, I don’t succumb to it yet, I continue fucking her through her orgasm until my balls harden.
Thin ropes of cum spill out of me and into London.
“You take me so well, London, fuck! You are perfect!” I screech out as I continue having sex with her.
London. This girl will be the death of me.
I finish spreading my seed inside her, the sticky liquid spreading up her ass and trickling down her thighs.
Instantly, a dark haze of cloud covers my vision, I close my eyes and pant until I calm down.
*
That is it, I just had the best sex experience of all time. Whatever angel sent London to me knew that she is what I needed right now.
Fuck the deal, I know I want to keep her.
I open my eyes and a sharp gasp escapes my mouth before I can control it. London has collapsed from the tension I had applied to her neck. I hear my heart beating in my own ears.
“FUCK!!!!!”
“Fuckkkkk!!!!!”
“Fucking fuck it,” I shout out as I pull out of London’s slit pussy. I am still hard but fuck my hard dick right now. I nearly killed the woman who just made me cum like a teenager until my head spun.
I sweep London’s weak body into my arms, bundling her and carrying her into the guest bedroom.
She is so limp. She is panting heavily.
This is why I didn’t want to fuck her hard, this is bloody why I didn’t want to lose concentration, lose grasp of the whole situation.
I had been carried out by the moment, I didn’t even know I was choking her out so badly, I was immense in my own world of orgasm.
This is why I am selfish, I take my own pleasure and leave the woman I have had incredible sex with to carry the aftershock of our lovemaking.
“London? Little girl? Come on, open your eyes for Daddy,” I say placing her on the bed and rushing into the bathroom.
Opening the upper cabinet, I pull out a towel and rush to the sink opening the tap and letting the cold liquid drip on it. Wringing some of the water from the thick towel, I rush to the bedroom and dab it on London’s pale face.
She is still panting, I hate this so much.
“Come on, London, open your eyes,” I order.
We just fucking had one round of sex, I made sure it was consensual, she coerced me into fucking her hard, not the other way around.
“Damn it, London, open your eyes,” I order out again.
Slowly, I watch how London’s eyes flutter open. She looks unstable.
“Oh, thank fuck, London, I am never ever fucking you this hard again,” I shout out willing myself to believe it.
London smiles, it is dazzling, but reassures me a little that she is alright.