***ZANE’S POV***
I hold on to London’s neck, making sure not to press any harder than necessary, I do not want her to pass out.
“Now, little human, never fucking threaten me with the news of fucking my men and sending the pictures to me, understood?” I ask my eye boring down on here intensively.
London scowls at me and I increase the pressure slightly, making her whimper.
“Fuck you, Zane,” she says aggressively.
This is the peak of it, these are the kind of things that annoy me but with London, I sure have to restrain myself from hurting her.
I lean in until our lips are just inches apart and mutter, her breath caressing my skin.
“I will fuck you, London, and until I feel your womb shift beneath me, I don’t think I would let you go,” I tell her.
Instantly, I tear the clothes off her body, I know that at the rate at which I manhandle our clothes, we would barely have clothes to wear.
Fuck that. I will always buy a new closet of clothes to wear.
“No, Zane, don’t touch me,” London squeals as she tries fighting me.
I don’t let her get away, there isn’t even an inch of space between us.
Lifting her, I walk towards the living room, but I don’t make it to the couch. I lean London on the wall, taking her against the wall.
The first thrust is hard, and fast, I watch how London’s pussy pulsates between us. She opens her mouth to a little scream.
“Zane, no,” she cries out.
I don’t care right now, London has just made the last of my patience snap with this little wayward manners of hers.
I slip her hands above her head and cuff them in my big hand. The free hand roams all over her body. I watch her closely at all the little cute sounds she makes and how angry she is.
“Is this how your little friend fucked you, London? Or were they my men? You love getting random dicks in your fucking cunt, don’t you?” I ask as I slam into her.
I know London shouldn’t be enjoying this. My aim is to make her feel how hard I can get while mad at her, this is a punishment fuck, but to my surprise, London opens her soft lips to a heart-curling moan.
She fucking moans and I know I would cum at this very moment if care isn’t taken. It just makes me so mad because I am not done. Not fucking yet.
“Zane, Jeez, you’ll get me pregnant with the way you are fucking me,” London grits out as she wriggled between me and the wall, but I don’t give her any space.
She doesn’t deserve it when all I want is her body against mine.
“Pregnant? That is just the cherry on top of what I want to do to you, London,” I blurt out, adding pace to my hip thrust.
“Please… Tell me, Zane, what do you intern to do with my body?” she asks an evil gleam passing across her eyes.
I would have thought I was bruising London’s ego by going this rough with her, but no, she loves it.
I chuckle, letting the fog in my head calm only slightly as I reply to her.
“I want to ruin you, baby girl,” I tell her honestly.
I don’t give London the chance to banter with me front and back because I take the initiative to fuck her even harder than what I was doing.
If she has the breath to talk, it means I am not doing anything to her.
Lifting her thighs and positioning it around my neck, it gives me just the perfect point I want to reach and I don’t stop back when I fuck London. She starts with little sexy whimpering sounds, and it goes to deep throaty moans.
“That is it, you are my little slut, you only moan for me and only me get to see you like this,” I grit out squeezing those fine perfect round breasts she has. When I pinch one nipple while taking the other in my mouth, I feel London’s orgasms start sparking between her.
Her pussy tightens its grip on my dick and draws my orgasms out like a torrent.
“You don’t get to cum until I fucking say so,” I scream at her as I tighten her windpipe.
London opens her mouth and I use that as an opportunity to spit in her mouth. I watch how her eyes widen in shock.
“I bet you’ve never had a man spit in your mouth,” I say as I spit into her mouth again.
London shakes her head in denial.
“Well, I’ll spit in your mouth whenever you get bitchy and act like a slut. Now, swallow,” I instruct.
I watch how London closes her mouth and swallow my spit in her mouth. If I was turned on before, this just made me groan with ultimate pleasure.
“So good, your little cunt takes me so well,” I say.
“Please, Zane, let me cum, I want to cum,” she begs crying out as she reaches her climax.
I wouldn’t let her cum but she has taken me so well, I just can’t let her go without a reward, besides, I am so close to bursting out in her at any moment.
“Come for me,” I order my lips brushing against her.
London vibrates as she comes, her entire body wracking with sobs. She pulls me down the edge with her and I cum with so much power that my head ached so badly.
I hold London for dear life, it seems like the slimy cunt seems to be taking as much of my soul as I am of hers.
I feel how our mixed fluids trickle down our feet, it makes me feel good and manly.
“Oh, Zane,” London burst out in tears and I carry her soft body to the couch, pulling the couch blanket out, I wrap her with it as I settle her on my chest on the couch.
“Hush, London,” I call out to her.
She shakes her head.
I brush my fingers through her hair making sure that she feels good about it, I feel her body start to relax against mine.
She pulls her head up and I see her tear-stained face. I would have killed any man who had put her in such a situation, but right now, I just shut up, waiting for the wave between us to pass by.
Once the tears calm down from London’s body, she relaxes against me.
“Daddy,” she calls out lifting her head to stare at me.
Those big baby blue eyes stare at me and I feel a pang against my chest. I shift it to the back of my mind.
Cradling her face in my hands, I look at her expectantly.
“Yes, baby?” I reply waiting to hear what she has to say.
“Uhm, my little pussy hurts,” she complains.
“Was I too harsh with my baby? Come here, let me get a look at it,” I say turning around and changing sides.
When she shrieks, I make sure to stay away from her bruised ankle. I know we have to talk about last night soon, and that is a conversation I am not anticipating to get any time soon.
I take the blanket off and London closes her legs together. When I lift my head to stare at her, I watch her blush profusely. She covers her face with her hands and I smile at how sweet she looks.
“Take your hands off little human, you don’t have to be shy with me,” I tell her.
At the same time, I gently pull her legs apart and she lets me do so.
Wet and glistening is the sight I am faced with.
“I see our juices running down your wet pussy, baby,” I tell her.
If London could get any red, this was the moment because her cheeks grew so hot that she closed her eyes.
I lean down and lick over her slit. She whines and grits beneath me.
“Oh, Daddy, there… You are doing it right,” she fights out the words as she mutters incoherently to me.
“You like it? You want to spread your legs farther for Daddy?” I ask and a willing London widens her legs, letting my head sink between her clit.
“You taste like my last meal, London. If I could feast on you every day, I don’t think I would ever want something more,” I explain.
I flick and lick London’s pussy walls, I suck it. Blow on it until I feel her climax shaking her like a massive blow.
“Lovely, just fucking lovely,” I tell her as she cums on my tongue.
After sucking her clean, I sit on the other side, watching her with keen eyes.
“How does your greedy needy pussy feel?” I ask cheekily.
She laughs and relaxes beneath me.
“Better, thank you,” London says.
We stay like that for a while.
**
Sometime soon, I grab a bucket and fill it with a couple of bottles of beer from the fridge and turn on the TV to a random show.
While the show goes on, I take a long pull from my beer. I am calm now, but I don’t know about London. She seems reserved.
Other than the fact that she is on her second bottle of beer, she drinks it, starting anywhere but at me.
“London?” I call out and she shudders, before staring at me.
“Do you need anything?” she asks straightening up her shoulders, hunching her back so that I can be able to see her properly.
If she wants to know what I want, then, she is in for a big surprise. I strain, fighting the bulge between my legs.
“No, little girl, but maybe we can discuss about what happened last night?” I ask.
This was me having a logical conversation. I don’t think I can be rational if London tells me she fucked any of my men. I can’t even bring myself to think about it.
Anger makes me flare my nostrils.
“You scared me, Zane. For a moment, I thought…” she stutters.
I stay calm, waiting for her to recollect herself. After two minutes, she doesn’t talk and I think that she must have changed her mind, but no, she is just plotting out something to say to me.
“… I thought you might put through with one of your threats of killing me,” she finishes and sighs, sipping back most of her beer.
My eyebrows almost hit my hairline with how broad I stretch them.
“What on earth, London? You are the last person I would ever think of hurting,” I scratch out the words knowing that they are so true.
“I didn’t think so with the way you behaved at the club and how you took out that spatula against my butt. It still hurts thinking about it,” she says and rubs her hand across her ass.
I can’t believe London is this cute and innocent. It just melts my heart, but the fact that she is mine is so fascinating, I love it, and more.
“London?” I call out not having the power to stop myself.
“No, Zane, don’t call me, let us strengthen this out between us real quick,” she mumbles.
London’s eyes grow slick as she fights back the tears I see at the back of her eyes.
I wouldn’t lie but I was being honest when I called London one of the strongest women I know. In fact, she is the only want I would rank up to my kind of woman.
She fits me so well. She is that puzzle I know I want, the last fucking piece that makes me complete.
“Do you fear me?” I shoot out the question, holding my breath for the answer.
London looks at me then shakes her head.
“Never. But it doesn’t stop the fact that you scare me,” she confesses.