***LONDON’S POV***
I open the door and Zane is nowhere to be found. Of course, he had to leave because I took so long in there.
I go through the walk-in closet and start going through Zane’s bag. I find cash not worth a thousand bucks and I am about to take it out when I hear the bedroom door slam closed and heavy panting.
“London, Are you here?” he asks.
I replace the money and walk out, perspiration rolling down my forehead. Zane must have smelled my fear because he looked back at me, confusion settled over his face.
“What were you doing? Trying to run away from me?” he asks as he approaches me.
“Are you crazy? Hell no!” I reply retrying to avoid him.
Well, that seemed impossible because I had a man fashioned like a wall in clothes towering over me.
“Who did you call?” he asks as he walks towards the bed picking up his phone.
I watched him scroll through his call list but nothing was there.
He frowns at me deeply.
“I see you deleted the calls then, What are you hiding?” he asks as he grabs me by the shoulders.
“Let me go, Zane, I don’t want to do this with me,” I bark out.
“Because you don’t trust me?” he inquires his brows quirking upward.
“Fuck no!” I reply looking away.
That gets him mad.
“Please, baby, at least, give me the courtesy of looking at me in the face while you hurt me,” Zane mutters.
When I do stare at him, I see pain flash behind those brown orbs I live so much.
“I wasn’t going to leave you, I swear it,” I try assuring him.
Zane’s hold on my hand relaxes and I step back covering my face with my hands as full body cry takes over my body.
I start weeping and when I feel Zane’s strong arm wrap around my mind, I feel weak, I give in to him, and I let him comfort me.
*
***ZANE’S POV***
I leave the room for ten fucking minutes and my wife is about to run away from me?
What the fuck?
She has to be running towards me, coming to me to comfort her, not the other way. As I hold London, I squeeze her a little too tight, I want every piece of her to be mine. I want to be her rock.
Sweeping London out of her feet, I carry her to the couch and sit with her curled up in my arms. She feels perfect in my arms, so fragile and I love it.
“You don’t have to tell me what is disturbing you, London, but please, don’t leave me, I do not think I can afford to lose you again, or even cope with the fact that you left me,” I confess to her.
London doesn’t utter a word, but I know she is listening to me. When she grasp my neck and opens her eyes, I get mesmerized for a second.
Time stops ticking, it is just me and her against the world, and I want to omit all the problems she has because I want to be the only one who is her problem.
“Kiss me, please,” London begs in a small voice.
I almost don’t hear it, and when I hesitate, I see her frown and I roll my eyes at her.
When London lifts her head to match my lips, I beat her to it by reaching halfway. Our lips crash in a force as we kiss like never before.
“You taste like redemption, London. Never, I mean never you try running away from me, I will have a heartache,” I say, my tone very serious.
London’s eyes look subtle as I trail kisses along the line of my neck, moving down to her breast.
“Promise me,” I tell her.
“I promise, Zane, I wouldn’t try escaping you again,” she says.
I search her face for a hint of a lie, but there is none, thus, I return my lips to hers, worshipping her.
“I want to taste you, please,” London says as she scurries beneath my skin.
I let her do it, I want her to see how hard I am for her. The things this woman makes me do.
A low growl escapes my lips as London takes my dick out of my trousers.
“No boxers, I see. Nice,” she teases as precum beads the head of my dick cap.
I will cum just by London having foreplay with me.
“Open your pretty pink mouth, London, I want you to suck my cock like the good little girl you are,” I order harshly.
“But I don’t take orders from you, Zane,” London says starting to get on her feet.
A flicker of pleasure flashes across London’s face as she says those words. It pisses me off.
I grab London by the neck and bring her toward me on the chair.
“Now, little girl, are you trying to piss me off or what?” I ask flaring my nostrils.
London does the most blood-curdling thing in my entire life. She rubs her wet pussy across my dick as she clasps my face in her hands.
Wait, what?
London’s wet pussy rubbing across my fucking dick? I feel the tension in my balls heighten as I will cum if she as much as adds a little friction to it.
London knows what she is doing and as she comes face to face with me, she says the words she knew I was eager to hear.
“We could play Daddy Dom and little girl, but you asked me not to ever call you Daddy…” London trails as she licks my lips with that pink tongue of hers.
“I said that out of anger,” I say regretting that.
For fuck sake, I only asked her not to call me Daddy because I was mad at her, I would never carry such a thing against her head, especially when her pussy is rubbing against mine.
“Uh-huh! Out of anger, huh? Now what?” I ask frowning at her.
“Stop teasing me, please,” I beg throwing my head backwards as I groan in pain.
“I should stop teasing you, Zane?” she asks staring at me directly in the eye.
“Also stop calling me Zane. I will accept, Daddy,” I tell her.
At once, London slips her wet pussy over my shaft and I lose it.
Grabbing London by the waist, I fuck her like a man who is starved.
“Daddy! More, please,” she begs as I give it to her.
“Hold on tight to me, baby, I don’t think I am going to last long,” I tell her as I thrust harder into her.
I catch a breast and suck on it hard, the more I flip her nipple, the more she grows sleek above me.
Our sweaty bodies unite as she matches my movements.
London will be the fucking death of me. I love how she thinks that changes shit, but no! It doesn’t.
I am still very much in control.
“Show me, London, show me how bad you can fuck, Daddy,” I tease as I bite her neck hard enough to leave a hickey.
“Shut up!” She says as she kisses me.
I love this, this moment is perfect, I want it forever engraved in my head.
London’s slim hands wound my neck as she kissed me.
“Too many clothes, Daddy, I want to touch you,” she complains.
I don’t know how we fight to take off our clothes but I was happy to be naked and London above me. She starts touching my abs but I stop her, leading her hands back to my neck.
“I will cum in you if you as much as tease me again,” I warn her.
“I want that,” she says sweetly.
I start shaking my head, “No, you don’t want that, I want to last as much as I can, now, shut up and let me fuck you, baby,” I tell her.
London chuckles but doesn’t fight me.
I love how we can take out the tension between us by fucking like rabbits. Every couple has their own way, but this just has to be us, and how we do things for ourselves.
“I am cumming,” London tells me as she looks unfocused.
“Don’t cum yet,” I tell her.
My hands go beneath her ass as I lift her and position her in a good place where I can blow off my cum in her.
“Pp… Ppplease, let me cum,” London begs.
“Kiss me while I make you scream my name,” I order.
This time I rub her clit as her mouth crashes on mine heavily.
When London cums, she spasms around me and I know I want that more than ever.
“Give me more, baby, cum right on my cock,” I say.
London’s eyes are open as she cries out hard. I don’t waste time cumming and I feel tons of load escaping into her womb.
“Daddy Zzzzane… Oh, you give me so well,” she cries out.
Shivers running out of my body, I feel London crumbling beneath me. This time, she cries out softly, calling my name out.
“I love you,” she whispers against the crook of my neck.
This is really my forte, I love my fucking wife.
We stay like that for a while hearing London’s breath slows and when I look at her, I realize that she is sleeping.
I carry London to the bed and let her sleep. Our cum is still running down her pussy, I love seeing it like that, it makes me know I have control over my wife.
I slide into the bed with London, holding her to my arm, I remember that she has promised not to leave me the entirety of the night. It might just be words, but I take those very personally, especially from my wife.
“Good night, baby girl,” I whisper out kissing her forehead before going to sleep.