***LONDON’S POV***
I know I should be strong while I wait for my verdict, but I can’t help my shaking arms as Zane starts talking.
“What happened, London?” he asks as he lifts himself from the chair, taking off his clothes. I watch him go from fully clothed to naked.
I gasp at how erect his cock is, I see those strong veins there, and heat pools down my warm vagina instantly.
“I… I… Uhm… Wanted more of the cookies you gave me earlier,” I stuttered.
“And you didn’t think it wise to ask me,” he says as he starts taking his shoes off.
“Zane,” I say but this man is so much of a distraction, he is sin, and that is something I want to continue committing.
Sin.
“Continue,” he says as he walks towards me and makes me stand.
I inhale sharply as I stand with uncertainty in my mind. He knows what he is doing to me, oh fucking yes, the man knows so well.
“Tell me, London, don’t make me wait,” he says, taking off my clothes.
I swallow past the lump that had developed in my lungs, it was crazy, for real, I can’t consider such an act, but as his hands brush against my skin, I feel aroused.
Forcing my brain to be clear, I try talking.
“You were in your office with Reaper, and I didn’t want to disturb your meeting,” I say, feeling a chilled air blow against my flesh.
Naked. I was naked right now.
“So, you stole then, right?” Zane points out and I feel tears prickling my eyes.
“I am sorry,” I apologize, refusing to shed those stubborn tears.
Zane huffs, grabs my face, and forces me to look at him. I do.
“Never apologize for eating, okay? What I am mad about is you eating all of the cookies in the box and getting sick,” he explains.
I note the anger in his voice had almost disappeared, but damn, it was still there.
“I am sorry,” I murmur looking anywhere but at his face.
“I know you are. Now, tell me, how did you get on that high shelf to get the packet of cookies out?” Zane asks his voice threading to danger area.
“Uh-Oh!” I whisper as I remember.
Zane snorts and I know my reply will really put me in danger.
“I am waiting for a reply, little girl,” he says as he stares at me.
I know I shouldn’t lie when Zane is this close to me, with his hand on my face, I don’t want to die of course.
“I climbed up the hard sink place. It was sturdy,” I add in case Zane wants to get angry real quick.
Well, that doesn’t help the situation because Zane flips me against his office desk real quick, I slap my hands on the hard desk and grip it for support.
Well, Zane’s hand is on my waist now, holding me from falling.
“You stubborn, naughty little girl. You want me to kill you before you have a chance to finally come around to killing yourself one day?” he barks out as he slips his thick cock between my pussy lips from behind.
Wet. I am dripping wet that Zane’s cock buries itself deeply in me. I open my mouth to a shrieking sound that echoes through the room as a deep-throated moan.
Fuck that, I sounded like a typical whore. I gripped harder on the desk’s smooth edges as I struggle to balance my weight. I know I don’t have to do that, Zane had me under control and wouldn’t let me fall and injure myself.
“Is that what you want?” Zane questions, making me know that he was waiting for a reply from me.
I couldn’t get myself under control enough to muster a reply. I bet Zane knew what he was doing, making me twist with so many emotions at once.
Zane gave two long thrusts and I felt him brush against my cervix. With this angle, he could literally push through. I cry out in pain filled with pleasure.
“No. Oh my God, no, Zane. I don’t want you to kill me, and I was not trying to kill myself when I climbed up there,” I say breathless.
Zane thrust some more, he found my G-spot because I sucked in a gust of air, throwing my head backward.
“Please, please,” I beg silently. I don’t know why, but I am close to that edge already.
“Now, listen to me,” Zane says.
I force myself to listen. Zane was actually trying to have a full conversation all while fucking me to bliss. If you think I am shitty for reacting positively, then, girl, you sure haven’t seen how large Zane’s dick is.
And the man fucks like a ravenous animal.
“Zane,” I cry out as he stops thrusting in me.
“Never, I mean never, do I want to ever see you or even worse, hear that you climbed on any high surface have you heard? If anything is too high for you to get, come and get me. If I am not around, don’t use it till I get back,” he let out, his time very angry.
I know Zane isn’t bluffing. The moment might be wrong, but I know the instructions are to be followed.
I nod my head, feeling it shake as I stare into space. Zane does crazy things to my body.
“Your words, little human, use your words to let me know you understand,” he says.
“Yes, Zane, I understand. You don’t want me climbing heights, and that I should get you if I need anything if is on a high shelf and I can’t reach there,” I rephrase his words, but still say them as he likes them.
“Good girl. Now, I would advise you to brace yourself on the desk because I am about to fuck you like you have five bones in your entire body,” he states.
I get the memo, but I am too slow because the last of Zane’s patience snaps on me.
Beast.
***ZANE’S POV***
I had tried not to unleash the beast in me, well I could restrain it until I had London promising to call me when she needs something.
I want to be London’s man, she might not know it yet, but I am taking full control over her life, I want her happy with me when she is with me.
Well, now, I am focused on impaling her brutally.
“That’s it, London, you take me so well, fuck, you ass is calling for me, I fuck fuck you there shortly,” I tell her.
I want to be in London’s tight puckered whole, I want to stretch her out, make her know that she has me ruining her.
“Daddy, oh, you are hitting my cervix, you will penetrate it at this angle,” she cries out as I pound senselessly in her.
I know I have an extra large dick, hitting against London’s cervix was truly a kink I could come to love real quick. I had lifted her ass off the air real quick, I had a good advantage with them in my arms because whenever I stroke forward, I felt how she screamed my name out.
“Fuck, London, you make me do crazy things to you. Now, take my cock like a good girl,” I shout out as I thrust some more.
A strong wave of orgasm was building up in London’s body, I felt her shiver in my arms and I am grateful to be holding her.
With her beautiful plump ass as my view? Damn it, I want more, I give her more, this is freaking so good of course.
I feel that tight entrance deep in her pussy core. I thrust frantically, tempting her to give me passage. Cervical sex hurt, but London was champing it like a real sex goddess.
She threw her hand in front of her, sweeping my desk real clean. When she starts backing her head on the table, I don’t hesitate, I help her make herself comfortable.
“You take me so well, London,” I praise her.
“I want all of you, Daddy, no holding back from me,” she says, her words ruffled by her face on the ground.
I dwell on the fact that London has a praise kink. She loves it when I call her good girl, and for real, she is my fucking good girl.
“Come for me, little girl,” I say, locking my dick cap against her G-spot.
I feel London shivering some more.
“Touch yourself, baby girl, touch that swollen clitoris,” I warmly say and she obeys.
Thrusting a few times I come at the same time London gives out a long shriek sound and collapses on my desk.
I feel billions of stars flashing through my vision with how powerful I come inside London.
“Fuck!” I say as I make sure not to release London because I risk dropping her off.
When we are calm enough, I carry her and move her to the couch when I pull her on top of my chest. London pushes her face to my neck and I feel hot liquid trickling down my skin.
London is crying.
The reality hits me like a moving truck. I hate the fact that she is crying and if I can do anything, I will soothe her real quick.
“Please, don’t cry,” I beg softly.
London doesn’t slow down her tears though, she just sobs, her body racking with the power of her tears slashing through her.
I brush London’s blonde strands toward her back. Our sweaty body meeting. She looks like she has been well fucked. Well, I am not a small man, I fuck like a raw beast.
I feel bad because I had never really gone caveman with London like the way I had just now, but anytime we do have sex, it just gets better than the previous time.
“Did I hurt you, honey bunny? Fuck! I should have gone slowly on you,” I say.
To my surprise, my deflated cock grow stiff just by the mere thought of slipping into London’s pussy again.
My cock on her flesh catches her attention though. She lifts her head up, staring at me as she rubs her clit on my swollen dick cap. It doesn’t help the situation.
“You are supposed to be soothing me, not getting aroused by being close to me,” she snarls.
Well, at least, some of her mood was back.
“Was I too rough with your cervix, baby? I don’t want it damaged by my monster cock,” I say being serious.
London shudders as she uses her damp nose to snuggle my neck. I laugh at how sweet the move is. I rub her ass and she laughs.
“Ouch! Zane, my buttocks still sting,” she mutters.
I kiss her lips and she smiles.
“Sorry little girl, now, tell me, how badly did I damage you?” I ask my tone filled with concern.
“Not too bad like the way it felt. Now, I think I would want to try it, but not anytime soon,” she says warmly.
I nod my head at that. I’ll definitely be hitting her again.
All at once as the mood had lightened up, I feel how London’s body stiffens as if she just figured out something. I wait for the ball to drop.
“We still didn’t use protection,” London says as she scurries away from my body.
“That’s true. But I don’t mind you being pregnant,” I tell her reassuringly.
London still dodges out of my body and I fill the loss already.
“Fucking you? I love it, but right now? I don’t even have the means of taking care of myself. A baby will be worse. What will I feed the baby with? I practically have no money nor job,” she tells me as she starts picking her clothes from the ground.
I want to stop her. Anytime I bring up the pregnancy issue, London seems to become a stranger to me. I hate that.
“London,” I call out to her.
She doesn’t wait, she just leaves my office naked.
I feel my cock deflate instantly. The mood has been ruined and I didn’t even bring the topic first.