***ZANE’S POV***
I had teased London enough, and although she hadn’t cum twenty times like I had anticipated, the thirteenth time she came on my face was a banger.
I had to clean her with my tongue and lips, making sure I still hold her upright.
“Tell me what you want, baby,” I tease rubbing my hand up and down her back.
“Your cock in me,” he mouths.
“Your little slut. You are going to take Daddy’s cock like the good little girl that you are,” I mouth out.
Sliding my thick, fat cock in her, I hear her groan and she starts blacking out, falling forward.
“Hey, baby, come back to me, you don’t get to pass out now, I am not yet done with you,” I mutter out still clicking my cock in her, making her draw out large breathes.
“Daddy, I am going to cum. Please touch my clit,” she begs.
Swiping her hair from her forehead, I make her free and fucking her like I owned every bit of her, I watch my wife break as I rub her clit.
Carrying London to the bathroom, I turned on the shower and let the water run down our body.
London starts laughing and I look at her quizically.
“Is this funny to you?” I ask spanking her pussy.
“Ouch! Owwie! No daddy, it is not funny,” she cries out softly, her eyes unfocused.
“What is then?” I question curling upward in a friend.
“The way you are looking at me, Daddy. Like this is the last time,” she says.
Frowning, I clasp my hand around her neck, forming a collar. Pushing towards her, I make sure is staring intently at me.
“Don’t fucking talk to me like that, baby. Especially when I almost did lost you today,” I blurt out and then, she sober, looking away from me.
Still controlling her movements on her neck, I make sure her eyes are steady enough on me, and she is hearing the words I am about to say to her.
“I love you, London. I was going to lose you, baby girl, do you know what that means? That the better part of me was going to drown in that stream. When I pulled you out, baby, you weren’t breathing, I had to do CPR on you for a few minutes before you came back to me,” I say fighting hard not to cry.
But I failed. My body shuddered as uncontrollable tears rasped through me. It is the first time that I am breaking down in front of my wife.
“Hey, Daddy. Please stop crying, baby,” she says, begging me.
I bury my face in my little girl’s neck and wrack in suffering.
“I love you, daddy,” London cries out.
“I love you, too, London. I can’t bear the pain if I loss you,” I say pulling my head upward..
When London’s blue-green eyes stare at me, I feel complete again, I know she is the better half of me. The only woman I would do anything to be with.
“It was crazy that I got you to Oliver. He would have killed you,” I murmur gently.
“He should have, but he didn’t,” she explains, wanting to assure me.
I know London is putting on a good face for me, that is no problem though, I love the comfort.
“I want to make it up to you, little girl. Pick a city. Just you, me and Dante. It could be as long or short as you want it,” I say trailing kisses down London’s neck.
“Come on, Zane. We don’t have to go anywhere, Daddy, just here with you is enough,” she explains.
When I frown at her, she giggles and then, stifles it down.
“Okay, Daddy. What about another trip to Sicily? But this time, we stay long enough? I miss Cecile, and the others. Mia could even join us if she wanted to,” she explains.
“That’s easy, I could make that happen, baby,” I let out kissing her again and again.
“I want every part of you, London. And there, we can take Lisa, the babysitter with us. I have a lot of things I would want to do to my wife without her focus being on the baby,” my voice is low and almost a rumble.
When London moans, I close my eyes and wait for my pulsing pussy lips to calm the fuck down.
“Daddy, are you going to fuck me against the tiled floor or should I touch myself and cum on my own?” she demands.
Stealing a kiss from her lips, I deepen the kiss until she is a whimpering mess. Then, I take her pussy.
When I take London’s ass, it doesn’t take long for her to cum and she I load my sperm in her tight pussy.
“I need to start fighting to put a baby in you, London. I love seeing your stomach swell with my seed. I love when your breasts gets extra perky from breastmilk,” I let out, my lips catching a stray nipple and sucking on it until she is vibrating.
“Oh, shit, Daddy. You’ve got a dirty mouth,” she cries out.
“And in case you have forgotten, you love me like that,” the words leave my mouth as I restart a fresh water bath for us.
When we are clean, I take her out of the water and wrap a towel around her chest and one on her hair.
Wrapping a towel around my waist, I follow London behind.
She trips and before she can reach the ground, I catch her. London’s towel unties and she cries out fighting to hide her nudity from me.
“I’ve seen it all, baby. I can’t take any more from you without you willingly giving me,” I mouth out teasing her.
I grab her waist and steady her, when our eyes meet, she blushes and tightens her arms around her chest.
“Sexy,” I praise her.
“Daddy,” she cries out warmly.
I kiss her softly, pressing her waist closer to mine.