***ZANE’S POV***
I love seeing London take my every word I give her, doing as I say. But she only becomes submissive in bed. Once we are done and she has cum, she becomes a brat again.
I bet if I change the games and make her work for her orgasm, maybe she will learn the lesson then.
As she positions herself on the bed, I see her pretty pink pussy exposed, it glistens with her juices on it and I know I am a goner if I don’t taste that.
Sliding between her legs, I order, “Sit on my face, baby girl! I want to eat you out,”
London gasps audibly, staring down at me with uncertainty.
“I don’t want to choke you,” she says concern filled in her voice.
“You think you can manage to do that, London? Now, when I tell you to sit on my face, I don’t expect you to argue, I expect you to obey,” I say.
“Yes, Zane,” she replies and lowers her pussy to my face.
“Too fucking slow,” I groan lightly as I grab her waist and pull her all the way down to my face.
London gasps and I enjoy the sound. She sounds trapped, just how I love her to be.
I start sucking on my meal, I swear, I could feast on her pussy forever and still be the happiest man.
When London grinds her pussy on my face, making me groan in pleasure, I feel her relax.
I take London like she was my last super, forcing my tongue inside her sweet pussy, I m push in just the right amount to make her moan.
I don’t know how London has it but I pull her orgasm a few times. Each time when I think she is close enough to come, I stop it and force her to build a new one.
At the end, London yells out, squirting on my face.
“Oh, Jesus,” she cries out as I lap at her juices, enjoying it.
“You taste like my wife,” I tell him, my voice ruffled.
“Shit! Zane, are you okay?” she demands trying to pull away from my face.
I let her go and nod.
“Thank heaven, I thought you had, passed out from suffocating from me,” she mouths out.
“I get it, I am fine,” I mutter out.
She nods her head in understanding.
*
We don’t have any more mouth to pussy talk, now, it was time for the real conversation, she needs to talk, and I am not getting a no for an answer.
“London,” I call her out as she stands before me, naked.
I will admit that it is hard talking to a naked woman, especially when that woman happens to be my wife… I mean, my very seductive, eye catching, and of course, classy wife.
“I need to go clean up, Zane. I don’t care what you have to say anymore,” she says.
“Please, wait,” I beg gently.
“I am naked, I can’t be naked and you are clothed,” she suggest.
I smirk and she blushes profusely. Of course she had just being tongue fucked by that same man a few minutes ago and the dealings of our love affair hasn’t even finished from settling in the room.
“Sure, we can. Sue me,” I say.
“How do you know about the drugs? I only sniffed it once, and I didn’t know what it was before then. The fuck shit almost killed me,” she says pacing the room.
“You mean someone gave you drugs?” I ask reigning down my anger.
London rolls her eyes going to the bed and nodding frantically.
“Michael did,” she confesses.
I believed that London just needed a good fuck and compassion to begin talking, but me, it would have being her coming to me to start spilling out my guts out at her.
“You aren’t going to cover him up?” I ask frowning.
“Why should I?” London asks her annoyance evident in her voice.
I stop to think about my next words, I hand it over quickly.
“Because Mike is your best friend, or so you say,” I blurt out angrily.
“Asshole,” London says beneath her breath, I ignore her waiting for her to open her mouth and confront me openly, she doesn’t.
Good! She wasn’t going to slide away with an open confrontation. If her mouth is open to insult me, I will make sure that my palms stick to her bottom roughly.
“I am not going to defend him then, Zane, if that is what you are asking for,” she says pursing her lips.
“What happened back there, London? Why was Michael not in the car?” I ask deliberately, watching how she twirls the lock of her hair in her fingers.
“He jumped right out of it. The truth is I was first of all bewildered by the whole show, Michael showed me your warehouse filled with drugs. He wanted to take me far away from you, I was going to let him,” she cries out.
My chest tightens at the revelation of that truth, I want to hurt that son of a bitch for brainwashing London.
“You know I own drugs right? Don’t you know I do illegal things?” I bark out angrily at her.
“You fucking what? I know you are a mafia back there in Lake Side City, I thought you owned a stripped club, not sell drugs,” she fires out.
She was losing control and I hate it.
“So, how do you think I met your brother, through charity?” I throw it at her.
Yes, I was losing my patience with her now.
London stops to think for a moment.
“I thought he said he was doing business for you? It was… Drugs?” she asks her eyes bulging as she figures out some things herself.
London springs to her feet and pads her way to my dresser, putting on one of my t-shirts. I don’t mind even if we are in the middle of a fight.
“Let me get your phone, I need to make this phone call, please,” she begs.
I nod, handing her my burner phone.
“Thank you,” she says lightly.