***LONDON’S POV***
Zane has been acting off for the past three nights and I just can’t because it makes my head hurt.
I have the night to myself since the baby is sleeping and here I am sitting on the patio waiting for Zane to come home.
He has been coming home lately, and although I haven’t called him out on that, the truth was, I didn’t know what to actually tell him.
The moment I dozed off, I heard the creak of a car and a familiar figure materialize before me. I noticed Zane before his manly fragrance washed over my nostrils. Wringling my body to a sitting position, I push my hands forward, begging for Zane to carry me.
He does and I crinkle my nostrils at how wasted he was.
“I hate that you get drunk every night you get home,” I say, admitting to it.
“If I want to survive another day, knowing that Oliver is out there, at least, let me do it drunk,” he mutters honestly.
My eyes flutter several times as I try to maintain my gaze on him.
“You don’t have to kill him, Zane. We could go somewhere he wouldn’t find us,” I murmur.
Oliver has done a round on Zane’s business and has wrecked it.
Not much was left again, but me, and also the baby. Giving up on a life of watching Dante grow to go and be with Oliver and Michael was pure bullshit.
I would rather stay here with the love of my life and our baby.
“I should never have even dated a man like Oliver. He is a true pain in the ass,” I cried into his shoulders.
“Don’t mind him, baby, Daddy will take care of that. Right now, do you know what daddy needs?” he inquires, and I shake my head.
“Tell me, please?” I beg, nuzzling my wet nose against his neck.
“To make love to my wife. You are all cleared out now, huh? I bet I wouldn’t stay another night without being sunk inside my favorite place,” Zane says as he walks with me inside, locking the door.
It had been a long while since I fucked Zane, and although I had caught him a handful of times fucking his hand in the bathroom until he comes, no one had been said.
But then, not having penetrative sex because I had to heal wasn’t the same as pleasuring me, giving me extensive orgasms until I writhe the fuck out of myself.
“Zane! Ough!” I cry out as my husband gently places me on the bed.
“Yes, baby, is there anything you need?” you demand lifting his hips up to match mine.
I roll over, making sure Zane is above me, when he lifts my hands and pins them above my head, a flicker of a smile plays across my lips.
“You,” I sigh breathlessly.
He chuckles, rocking his lips against my pussy. Widening my legs farther apart, I half closed my eyes, hoping that Zane would put enough friction to make me cum.
Pressing his lips to my ears, he teased, “How wet is my little girl, huh?”
Opening my eyes just enough to see Zane’s pretty face, I groaned.
“I am drenched,” I confess.
Zane cupped my pussy in his large palm, he rubbed against it and when our eyes met, I knew I was going down for that act alone.
“Zane, please, I need to cum,” I cry out bucking my lips upward.
“Not so fast, baby. Your greedy pussy needs to know there would be no other for it but me, got it?” he demanded as he blew a raspberry in my flesh.
“Yes, Daddy,” I reply, twisting my pussy in his hand.
This time, a slap exploded on my pussy and I screamed out loud. Zane had just spanked me. When I resisted him, and on the third spanking, I was coming hard on his hard.
“I love the way your body reacts to spankings,” he chuckled lightly, looking at me.
I know what is in his eyes. What Oliver had spoken to him. The welds he had found on my body.
“Hey, don’t be sad, please. Don’t go there, big guy,” I spit out, rubbing his chest.
“I’ve messed up my life so badly, I shouldn’t have let Oliver lay his hands on you, baby. The scars he has put in your mind about me,” he mouthed.
I don’t ever want to talk about the days I spent being caged like a bed with Michael and Oliver. They had tormented the fuck out of me, but now, Zane has shown me who I could truly be.
“I just want a life filled with good mornings and good nights. To raise my baby boy and run around the house with my very pregnant belle,” I said then stopped to look at my husband.
He had tears in his eyes and I forced myself not to laugh at him.
“Zane, don’t be a cry baby,” I tease him lifting my upper body so that I could grab his lower lip between my mouth.
“Ouch, baby, you hurt me,” he jokes slowly pushing his cock into my pussy.
I was still so tight, and Zane knew the right words to say to me. After all, I hadn’t had a natural birth.
“So tight, baby. I want you to keep your beautiful eyes on me,” he ordered.
Obeying him, I stare at those coffee brown eyes, and bucking my hips, I match his thrusts in me.
“You are hitting my womb. Oh, Daddy, just there, you are hitting the right spot,” I cried out against his chest as he laughed out sweetly, his voice filling my ears.
“Is that so?” he demands removing his cock outside, until to slam in again.
“Mine. I’ll cut off Oliver’s like before he can even approach you again,” he promised.
“I know you would,” I murmur, repeating that sentence several times until I knew I had fallen for the truth myself.