***ZANE’S POV***
I see the moment my wife cracks between my fingers, the moment she regrets her decision of lying to me, and it is at that minute I draw my fingers from her pussy, sticking it into my mouth and sucking it like a starved man while my eyes are still buried on hers.
“Daddy,” she whimpers.
“Yes, Little girl,” I reply with a smug smile on my face.
“I was going to cum,” she whines out like a baby.
Closing the distance between us, I kiss her passionately on her neck, dragging those kisses out as much as I can. When she starts reacting, I pull away, letting her feel the stink just the way it should be.
“I know, but I thought you were not feeling well?” I press slowly, waiting for her anger to snap between her.
“Fine. I am fine,” she cries our rubbing her bottom on my already hard dick. Wasting no time, I grab her beneath her bum bum and encourage her to wrap those tiny legs around my waist, when I unclick my belt, I force my dick in her, making her part her lips to a small scream as she cries my name out.
“Zane, Oh, fuckk! Keep going on I will come,” she cries out milking my fat cock in her pussy.
Despite the number of times I have fucked London, it just gets better, and make me want to scramble for more. And as I come, I drag London down with me, locking her against the mirror.
“I love you,” I cry out kissing her fervently.
“I love you more,” she exclaims.
I know exactly why my little wife doesn’t want to go out tonight because she has just discovered about the group.
I had paid the men enough to disengage the group with London and block her from their phone. With a satisfied glee on my face, I look at my wife.
“You just get hotter the more we fuck. I bet we will be having another baby if we keep up the pace,” I tell her smirking boyishly at her.
“No more babies. One is good,” London cries out rubbing her stomach plainly.
“You think so?” I ask daring her to oppose me.
London gulps, but leaves the conversation hanging.
She instead reaches for a towel to clean her thighs and I stop her.
“What are you doing?” I ask pretending like I don’t know what she is doing.
“Uhmm… I want to remove some of your semen in me? I can’t walk around with your seed dripping out of my legs,” she tells me wrinkling her nose together.
Laughing haughtily, London starts giggling as well, and I stop, making her know that I wasn’t fooling around.
“No, little girl, who does that pussy belong to?” I demand and she cringes, staring at me for a moment.
“Yours,” she answers not knowing why she is doing so.
“Correct answer, now, you don’t get to touch my pussy. Wash your hands and get out of the bathroom if you want us to be on time at our appointment,” I mention and obeying to me, we leave the house a few minutes later.
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***LONDON’S POV***
“Oh my fucking God! Damn it!” I screech as I look at the club we are descending at.
RAEGER’S ClUB.
My eyes are glistening as one of the valets open the car door for us. Zane slides out of the vehicle first and then, I follow suit, my eyes shining as I look at the lights covering the space between the letters that spells out the club’s name.
“This is beautiful. Fantastic,” I cringe out, my eyes brightening at once.
“Oh, yes,” he chuckles out, bringing his arm to wrap around my waist.
Bringing his lips close to my mouth, Zane speaks for only my ears alone.
“You know the rules, little girl,” he mutters.
Shivering, I nod and exhaling softly, I recite them, still standing at the curb of the club with Zane, not giving a damn who is watching us right now.
“I wouldn’t wander anywhere and at anytime without you by my side,” I say rolling my eyes at him.
When Zane growls, I stifle a small smile, knowing that I am starting to piss Daddy off.
“Continue,” he says gruffly.
“If I want to go to the lady’s restroom, I have to inform you, and you will escort me there yourself. Also, this is a verbal place, but I can use my body language to communicate,” I say rehearsing what Zane had said through out the drive to the club.
He had almost gotten me over his thigh and spanking me if not for the fact that his cell phone started ringing at that time.
I had seen the look on his face, it had terrified me for a second before I had calmed down and listen to him.
“Lastly?” he prompts, urging to be done with my rules for tonight.
“If I don’t feel comfortable at any point, I just have to use my safe word and we are out if there,” I finish breathing gently through my nostrils.
Zane smiles broadens at the last if my rules and he bends down to kiss me softly across the lips.
I shudder in his embrace and as soon as the kiss started, he ends it.
“Come now, baby, let’s go inside, the night is just starting,” he says sweetly and with excitement in my chest, I watch Zane lead the way with me directly behind him.
He doesn’t give me any chances, thus, his hands are on mind as he ensures that I stay in line behind him.
“Welcome Dom Vincenzo, we have a spot ready for you,” a waiter says staring at me, then offering me a small smile after his eyes peruses my body and shifts briefly against my legs.