***ZANE’S POV***
I make sure I worship every inch of my woman, she needs to know that she is valorized and more.
Grabbing her waist, I get instantly hard, and as I fuck her again, I draw out our pleasure making it last.
My side hurts, but not as much as the sight of seeing London about getting gutted by Enzo.
My chest relaxes as she screams cumming hard against me.
“I need to taste you now,” I say pushing her down and trailing kisses until I stop by her stomach.
Kissing the spot where my baby is now growing, I feel so much love for this woman.
“Mine. How did you know you were pregnant?” I ask bringing small talk.
“Enzo did. I don’t know how, but when I was asleep, he probably did have his way. Or someone was there to check it out for him. I can’t really tell,” she mouths out.
“That’s okay, baby. I will do a check out when the time comes, for now, let us just cuddle in here will we?”
“And Dante? He must be sick worried about us,” London cries out.
“You think so?” I saw him while you where resting. He gave me kisses to give you,” I mutter kissing her thighs, dragging down the kisses to her pussy lips.
“Oh, you didn’t,” she musters faintly.
“Of course, I did,” I chuckle.
“But, that will mean baby Dante will love you more,” London whines as I kiss her clit.
She shudders before regaining her composure.
“You think so, honey?” the sound is raspy and needy.
“I know so,” she cries out cumming and I suck on her clit hard and long until the only words she spews out are those begging me to make her cum harder.
“You taste like honey, little girl. I don’t ever want to be parted from the taste of your goodies,” I murmur, blowing small air on her pussy.
London is a cum slut and when fucked rightly, she does it hard and she can fall from the heat of her own orgasmic release.
“Good girl, you keep doing that and I will be ready to slide into your pussy again,” I tell her licking her juice away.
“Huh huh,” she murmurs.
“Come for me, you little slut. Your pussy is begging for attention isn’t it? You want my fingers in it?” I ask rubbing my thumb lightly across her pussy.
“Dad… Ddy,” she cries out convulsing beneath me.
“Good girl, I love watching you cum, baby,” I exhale.
We spend another two hours with me giving London as much orgasms than her body can take and at the end, she is relaxing, snoring lightly in my arms.
When she finally stirs awake, her face is pretty and the dull ache I had in my chest since the moment I discovered that she wasn’t there.
“Come here, baby, let’s get you into the bath and then, we go say hi to Dante,” he let out.
“Yayyyy! Thank you, Daddy. I really love our boy. But what if he hates me for not being present in his life as much as you are?” London asks in a concerned manner.
I laugh, the voice sweet.
Inside the shower, I wash her while replying to her question.
“He wouldn’t have a reason to doubt that his mom loves him. Now, grab the wall, I want to wash this ass of yours,” I say, turning her to the wall.
“You want to fuck my ass, Daddy?” she asks innocently.
I soap my hand and scrub her butthole softly.
“I can do so. Will you let Daddy take you there?” I question dipping my cock slightly in her ass.
When London pushes her ass backward, I tip my butt forward and she cries in pleasure.
The next few seconds are filled with bliss and as much as she takes from me, I don’t hesitate to give her.
London can have me anytime, she just needs to say the words and I am at her feet, worshipping like a guard dog.
“London,” I cry out fucking her like a man going in big because going home is not an option.
“Like this?” I ask sliding my hand to brand her neck it. She purrs crying out.
“Harder,” she begs.
“Isn’t it hard enough?” I ask enjoying the spray of water above us.
“Harder, Daddy. Fuck me until you shift my heart. Rearrange my organs,” she sputters.
“Alright, wife, you asked for it,” I say before unleashing the beast.
I have had extremely rough sex with London only once, but now, it seems just right, thus, I fuck her like a savage man.
She cries out but still braces her hold on the tiles wall, her legs spread just enough to let me see beneath as our cock keeps slidding in and out of her ass.
I tighten my hold on her lungs as my other hand pins her chest to the tiles wall.
“I’m going to cum on your back, I want my cum dripping down every bit of your skin, then, I will worship you, baby. Are you in for that?” I wait for her response.
When she isn’t responding, I relax my hold on her throat.
“Yes. Oh, please, baptize me with your cock, Zane. Every inch of my body should be covered by your sticky cum,” she says, speaking dirty.
If I thought my cock could harden more than the way it is, then, I am lying because right now, I am almost bursting in her tight ass. With each thrust, London cries out, the sound an imitation of those porn star actresses, but authentic.
I don’t think anyone could depict any thing this raw. This fucking natural.
My orgasm crashes hard and rubbing my hard dick, I let the ropes of cum hit London’s back until she is shaking, everything a perfect imagery of how I imagined it.
“I want you bathed in my cock, honey,” I tell her.
“Me too. I want to carry your smell, to let them know you fucked me in every hole of my body, and then, christened me with your hot liquid,”
London is quickly turning dirty than I. Smiling, I kiss her, pushing her under the shower drops again.