***ZANE’S POV***
“Humor me,” I say walking into the house and looking at London as she is sipping wine with the other ladies outside.
“What?” she asks turning to stare at me.
“Well, you will soon find out. Come with me, honey. Hello Ladies,” I greet politely as I cup London’s hands, leading her towards our quarters.
“What’s the issue? You are hurting me,” she itches out.
“Wait till you see what I have installed for you. Clothes off,” I order my eyes piercing hers.
“Zane?” London asks her brows drawing together.
“Obey, please. I am trying to dominate you here London,” I screech out.
That is when the smile I knew was pending exploded and grinning at me, London’s perfect white teeth flashed at me.
Her clothes are abandoned easily and she looks at me with hope.
“You’ve been gone for two days, I don’t think you could be so sexually starved, and you refused me access to accompany you,” she whines as her gown goes off and her lacy panties follow next.
“What are you going to do to me?” she asks her voice tripping.
I love my wife, so much, and I understand the need for her to fear me now, but this is when I take control of certain parts that belong to us.
I close the distance between us and with bright eyes staring into mine, my cock tightens to the point I fear I might burst.
“How is my baby boy doing today? I ask gently, rubbing my thumb across her lower lip.
“Fff… Fine,” she replies.
I know I am having an effect on London, I always do. Rubbing my hand over the non-existent pregnancy bump I ask,
“And my new baby still growing in you?” At the mention of our unborn child, a fleshy smile erupts through London’s face as she grins from ear to ear.
“No symptoms are off yet. But today, I realized I hated orange juice unless it was served in a ceramic mug,” she chuckles out.
London might only be six weeks pregnant but fuck, the symptoms are hitting her from every direction.
I push my palm towards the cleavage of her neck, dragging it down to her breastbone.
“Are we going to have sex?” she asks eyeing my clothes still on.
“Let’s say… I want to see how far I can tease you crazy before you beg for my cock. We didn’t quite finish our match before I got a call for business did I?” I ask rubbing my hands around my body.
Moaning, London stands on her tippy toes, her lips brushing slightly against mine. “I don’t think so,”
I hadn’t gotten the response to what was supposed to happen at the meeting, thus, I wish in the next few days, Don Russell and I wouldn’t be forced to kick some asses.
“Make love to me already,” she groans and I scowl out laughing.
“Patience, baby, if not, you will have what you are asking for in an unpleasant manner,” I warn London, an evident smirk on my face.
She relaxes and looks at me with doe eyes while I slip my fingers into her pussy, flicking it gently.
“Daddy,” she cries out warmly.
When London reaches to grab me, I shake my head.
“Hands above your head, little girl. You drop them at any time and we will be going to bed horny,” I warn.
I stifle the laugh I know will break out of London as much as whines now. She looks so young, beautiful, extremely caught up, and waiting to take whatever I have to give.
“I want your cock in me, Daddy. Waiting will be torture to me,” she cries out.
Tightening my hand on her neck and squeezing it to make her open her mouth to me, I stare at her.
“You know me too much to want to disobey Daddy’s commands don’t you?” I ask as she chokes lightly.
Spitting in London’s mouth, she widens her eyes in shock as I say, “Swallow,”
Then, she does.
I know London is a good ride to whatever happiness ever after I am craving for, the reason why when she looks at me, lust reflects in them.
I tease London’s pussy, making her cry out in pleasure, and cumming in my hands three times.
She doesn’t put her hands down, thus, she deserves her reward.
“Hands on the bed and ass thrown in the air,” I bark out as she does.
I take off my clothes and my cock lines up with my woman’s cock, I thrust hard and she lurches forward.
“You don’t have to go anywhere, baby. I want to fuck you until I reach our baby growing in your womb,” I tease.
“With a mouth like yours, Daddy, I am surprised we don’t shift the baby altogether,” she says chuckling.
Thrust after thrust, London pushes her butt backward, getting all of my cock and then letting me withdraw, ready to strike again.
By the time I am done, we are both panting, and I am cumming all over her.
“Cum for me,” I blurt out rubbing her clit, stimulating her orgasm.
London falls on the bed and I go with her. She is just rolling over when I met her, my cock tightening up and ready to be in her again.
“It’s hard not to get pregnant with how good you are in bed,” London mouths out as she pushes me down to the bed, her face coming up to look at me.
“My turn to dominate, Daddy,” she grabs my heavy hands and I let her push my hands above my head too.
“You are going to spit in my mouth too?” I ask and to my surprise, London spits in my mouth.
“Swallow, Daddy. I am going to ride your cock so much that you might think it will break,” she says, and still in shock, I swallow.
I didn’t think spitting would be so tempting until I tried it on London, and now, I just might love my queen more,” I state pleasantly.
This is my wife, the mother of Dante and my unborn child, I would let her rock my cock until I have no cum to fill her womb with.