***ZANE’S POV***
“You need to call down and take care of your wife, she needs you now for support,” Alexander says standing in front of me.
I know he is right, and stealing a glance to my wife, I feel the knot on my stomach, it tightens and makes it so fucking difficult to breathe.
“Get the job done please,” I utter, walking towards London.
Sweeping her into my arms, she doesn’t complain and when I take her to our bedroom and shut the door, walking her to the bed, she just stares at me.
“You are mad at me,” I tell her.
“I’m mad at myself,” she spits out.
“Well, be mad at me over ice cream cake and a romance movie?” I say not giving her a chance to answer.
I grab my sweater in the closet and pull it over London’s head after taking off her previous clothes. She doesn’t argue, in fact, there is a hint of a smile I see building up at the corner of her lips.
“Thank you for taking care of me,” she mutters.
“Any time,” I reply honestly.
Removing my clothes and settling for only a singlet, I walk to the fridge and pick out London’s ice cream cups she leaves there.
This one is an ice cream cake, chocolate flavor with flakes of chocolate in them.
When I climb on the bed with two spoons, London smuggles into me, our bodies entangling. I love this.
I pick out a romance movie and we stay there watching it for hours. I kept picking the movies and the more it got spicier.
When the ice cream was long finish and I had taken off boxers to let my dick breath, the long man became hard and thick.
“Take these off,” I tell London rubbing against her panties.
She moans, but obeys. Smirking to myself, I watch her do as she is told.
“I love you,” I murmur rubbing he clit bud.
Her fingers grab my cock and I groan.
“Leave my cock alone,” I call out.
“You can touch my pussy but I can’t play with your dick? Not fair daddy,” she complains.
“No, it’s not fair, darling. I don’t play fair,” I let out adding pressure on her clit.
It was her meoling sounds that got me the most. When I slip a finger into her folds, she pushed her hips towards it, swallowing all of it.
“You make me crave you, little girl, so badly that I can’t think straight. You are some kind of addiction to me,” I exclaimed, adding pressure on my fingers.
She rocked harder, her head falling backward enough to present her slender neck to me. Soon, I was nibbling enough to give her hickeys.
“Zane,” she cries out harder.
“Tell me, baby,” I tease her pumping harder into her.
“I want to cum,” she replies.
“Beg for it,” I say.
“Make me cum, Daddy. I love it when you have your fingers in me and your lips on my neck. It makes me craving for something more,” she finishes. London was born to tease me and as I pump harder into her, she cums hard on my fingers.
Flipping her on her stomach, I lift her until she is on all four. Sticking my fingers into her mouth, I order, “Clean your pussy juice clean from my fingers,” I order.
She obeys and then, sucking me clean, I can’t resist but stick my cock in my beautiful pussy calling for me.
“Harder,” she screams pushing backward.
I knew the tension between us was crazy, if we didn’t fuck ourselves to oblivion, it wouldn’t have relaxed us.
“Touch your clit, honey, pleasure yourself while I pound shit out of you,” I order and as she does, she becomes so closed that I hit twice and spill my seed in her.
London comes too and falls on the bed, me falling closely behind her.
Panting, we stay there, our pullovers rubbing against one another.
Sniffing sounds make me to know London was crying.
I flip London to face me and she covers her face in her hands, crying harder, hiccuping in her embrace. I frown.
“Fuck it, don’t cry, please,” I beg sitting and lifting her to my embrace.
My wife climbed me like a tree and as she gasps for breathes, she weeps in my neck, soaking the front of my sweater with tears.
“It’s going to be alright, little girl. I will never let anyone hurt you ever again, trust me,” I shoot out warmly.
“He was going to abuse me,” she breaks down but I don’t hear her cry.
“He didn’t. That is what is important. Did he tell you what he wanted?” I demanded.
Removing her head from me, her red rimmed eyes flash through my face as she studies me.
“They only spoke of a boss. Someone is behind this, Zane and they don’t seem happy,” she lets out.
“No, they don’t,” I respond caressing her hair, pushing it away from her face.
“I shouldn’t be a cry baby, Daddy. Especially now that I am a mother,” she snifles pushing away from me.
Growling, I pull her harder towards my chest and using both hands to pin each side of her face, I glare at her in the eyes.
“You are my baby,” I tell straight to the face.
“I can’t even take care of my own baby,” she cries out, her face scowling and forming ugly lines.
Mad that my wife wouldn’t listen, I pull her over my knees and spank her ten times, the next stroke tougher than the previous one.
“Ouch! That stinks,” she cries out.
“Do you want me to use a hairbrush next?” I wonder out loud and she snickers, refusing.
“Good. Now, I need you to relax because you are growing a baby in you. That is big job for my baby girl, can you do that for daddy?” I bait her.
“I already did that once, so yes, Daddy, I can take care of a pregnancy,” she states flashing me her straight pair of white teeth.
Kissing her gently, I enjoy how she relaxes in my arms.