***LONDON'S POV***I stay by Micah's side while the doctor checks him out. My heart keeps pounding whenever he groans or tries to escape the needle. He had sustained a bullet wound and from what the doctor said, was shallow. I don't care, this has to do with my brother and I am overprotective. "We need to leave him to rest. In case of anything, a couple of painkillers should help him out if he is in pain," the middle-aged man says as he wipes his hands clean on a white towel. Streaks of Micah's blood remain on it and although I do my damnest best to ignore that, my brain had a mind of its own. Leaving Micah to nap, I go in search of Zane. He is in the office, and I hear voices coming from inside. When I knock and enter, they hush down to silence."Hey baby, I was having a conversation with Reaper, if you would excuse us for a second," Zane says, a strained smile pulled across his lips. Instantly, I shake my head in negation, taking a stubborn stance. "No, Zane. I want
***ZANE'S POV***I don't care if London is leading me on or not, but I will teach the little slut that she doesn't have to compare me to her stupid friend ever again. "Is this what you want? Being treated like the whore you are?" I ask, securing my hand around her neck and adding pressure to it. London's blonde curls waver on her head, making her a doll. "Yes, Daddy. Please," she begs as she pushes her hands in front of her, forming a forte and using her body to push forward, giving her closure. The right amount of space needed to crowd her ass without slipping my cock into it. "If you wanted me, you should have just asked for sex, not act like a brat. Now, you are in trouble," I blurt out. "Ougph, Daddy. I love being in trouble," London says. I had to throw my head behind and breath fresh air because what I was having was intoxicated by my wife's fragrance. Despite the shock we just had, having to survive men who wanted to kill us, she still has a mind to talk dirty
***LONDON'S POV***It has been a week since I had that conversation with Zane at his office. He hasn't touched me since then, I haven't offered or made any advances toward him. But I do miss Zane a lot. I miss the way he would kiss me and make sure I was alright. That aside, I miss the hot sex we randomly had. Just thinking about it made me wet. As I blow out a gentle air out of my mouth, I look at myself. I was alone on my bed, just like I was most of the nights when I went to bed. It is like Zane was actively avoiding me. I had a guard at each turn of the house, especially now that Zane is certain Michael and his goons are in town. "Until it is saved, I am keeping my wife behind lock and key," he had said when I had brought it up. Since then, the distance has really grown between us. Huffing, I make annoying sounds with my mouth as I allow my fingers to travel down my panties. I touch needy pussy fumbling with it. When I cum, I relax with my hands on my side, slee
***ZANE'S POV***Downstairs, Reaper, Sinner, Caleb, Pierre, and Jesse are sharing a glass of whiskey while talking in low tones. Micah is sitting at the table at the end of nursing a glass of scotch. "Aren't you supposed to be drinking that?" I ask using my index finger to point at the glass in his hand. "It makes me forget the pain. Don't tell London though, I don't want her poor heart worrying about me," he chuckles shaking his head. I roll my eyes and slide down on the sofa, close to his chair. I have a good view of the men's faces and it prepares my mind for what I have to say. "I can't rest when my wife is a threat to some dick-ass men," I start. "Yes," a chorus of replies passed through. Admiration spread across my face as I waited for Jesse to spill the tea. "I went deeper into checking out Michel Logan and you wouldn't believe the dirt I found on him," Jesse says pushing the Manila file to my side. Grabbing it, I open it and see pictures of private wa
***LONDON'S POV***I walked behind Micah as he slipped into his room his eyes glossed as he wiped his hand over his face. "What happened?" I ask staring at him like he is crazy. "You aren't supposed to be here and you know it, Zane will be mad. "How about you stop being a bitch and just answer me?" I shot back, my eyes on Micah's own, challenging him. He puffs out silently and slides into his bed, not caring to take his shoes off. "Zane is planning on going on a rampage to try to take Michael down. I opted to help and he cast me out," he explains. I know that must have bruised his ego, and I might also have heard a little much, but hearing it from my brother, my eyes widened in shock. "Of course, you aren't going, not with your side being damaged," I explain rolling my eyes. Micah has this shocked expression on his face as he stares at me. "What?" I bark out. "You didn't seriously say that, did you? Is it because Zane is your husband?" he asks angrily. "No, it is
***ZANE'S POV***I had heard the commotions coming from Micah's room on my way to my bedroom and I had to make a stop, what I hadn't expected was to see London on the floor. As I stared him down, London was whimpering in pain beside me. Her fucking brother had laid hands on her, I have the urge to bruise him more than I have done. "London, I asked you to go downstairs and get a bag of ice on your face, I don't want you ending up with a black eye," I say holding her at arm's length. "No, not when you haven't told me about the money Micah is talking about," she spits out. Anger spoils down my body, I have the urge to pull her by the hair and walk out of this room, but she seemed too invested to hear more."Yes, Zane, why don't you tell her," Micah prompts. Flexing my hands into fists and relaxing them, I had the urge to dig my fist into the man's jaw, he was so annoying. "Get a grasp of yourself," Caleb says as I turn to face him. Breathing through my nostrils, I
***ZANE'S POV***I watch how London presses her face to the pillow and bites through the fabric. She pushes her buttocks upward and looks back over her shoulders. These pretty blue/green eyes flash at me and I shake my head. "Fifteen strokes, you count," I order as I press down on her waist. SMACK!"Ahh! Ha! Argh!" London cries out as she fidgets. I don't let her go, I keep my hand firmly on her waist, waiting for her to count. "One," her little voice comes through. I kept landing the next blows, not caring if she counted or not, I stopped at ten and London's face was splotched red as she sniffed and begged for me to stop. Slipping two fingers between London's fold, I notice how wet she is. "You are dripping, London, this is supposed to be a punishment," I call out to her. She whimpers and hides her face beneath the pillow. "I can't control my body, Daddy. Sorry," she says. I slip out of my trousers and position my dick behind her entrance. "Tell Daddy what
***LONDON'S POV***Tonight is the night everything ends, Zane is making a deal about taking down Michael and I know he has it all figured out. As I twirl my pasta and put it in my mouth, I moan, the flavor bursting in my mouth. Zane's men were in position and Zane was about to leave the house. "You keep doing that and I will give you a good reason to moan," Zane says and I chuckle. The last few days have been very tense. Zane is extra careful with the things he says, in case he has a snitch in his house. "Sorry, Daddy," I choke out playfully. The men in the house were minding their business, while two were outside, three were inside, guarding the perimeters. "Do you want a slice of my chicken?" I ask holding the fork out at Zane. Rolling his eyes, he walks towards me and bites off the meat. "Delicious," he says, his eyes on mine. "You cooked it, Chef," I tease giggling in a naughty way. "Of course I did. My little girl and my baby deserve the best," he says slip
He smiles and gives my bottom lip a suck. “I think you can take whatever the fuck I want to give you, sweet girl,” he teases, circling his hips again so he’s hitting my clit with every teasing thrust. He pulls my hair harder, giving me a delicious mix of pain and pleasure, pushing me so close to the edge I swear I can taste the powerful orgasm that’s only seconds away.“Please,” I beg. “I need to cum, Damon. I’m going to go crazy if I don’t.”He brings one hand down to cup my tit, giving my nipple a hard enough pinch to make me gasp. “My sweet little tease,” he says, giving my bottom lip a not-so-gentle bite. “Cum around my cock, baby. Let me see how much you love it when I spread you wide.”He starts to fuck me harder, making it impossible for me to do anything except hang on and try to remember to breathe. Each hard thrust sends another rush of pleasure through me, and when I start to cum, he pinches my nipple harder and brings his mouth back to mine, swallowing my screams with a hu
My heart races at his words and my pussy is so wet, I know there’s a large, growing wet spot on my shorts. “That’s exactly what I want. Breed your naughty little virgin, Damon. Make me yours.”“Fucking hell,” he groans, reaching down to grab onto my hips and flip me over. He runs his large hands over my body, roughly pulling off my shirt and yanking my shorts off so I’m naked and face down on his bed. He grabs onto one ass cheek, giving it a hard squeeze. “Get ready for some pain, baby,” he says, before giving me a hard enough smack to have me squealing and tensing up in surprise.“That hurt!” I yell, glaring at him over my shoulder, my ass cheek still stinging from the spank.He laughs and winks at me. “It’s a punishment, baby. It’s supposed to hurt.” He gives my other cheek a hard smack. “How else will you learn not to be such a little teasing brat?”My ass feels like it’s on fire, and when he spanks me again, I grip the bedding tightly and try to wiggle away.“Oh no you don’t,” he
“God, your tits are amazing,” I growl, watching as my cock slides in between them, coating her skin until she’s glistening with my precum.“Just wait until you feel how tight my pussy is,” she says, giving me a wink.“God, you’re such a wicked little girl,” I groan, fucking her tits faster. I desperately want to cup her other tit and press them together while I fuck her, but there’s no way in hell I’m letting go of her wrist. She wants to touch me, so I’m not going to let her. I just squeeze the one tit I’ve got and fuck her harder, loving the soft moans she’s making.Even though I’m not fucking her tight pussy and giving her exactly what she wants, she’s still panting and moaning and rocking her hips, and I know she’s so fucking desperate to cum she can barely stand it.“You like me fucking your tits?” I ask, thrusting against her even harder.“Yes,” she moans, leaning her head down to run her tongue over my head every time it gets close enough.“Fuck,” I groan when she manages to ge
“Holy fuck,” I whisper as I watch a video of Addison fucking herself in her bed.She looks sexy has hell, and the way she’s moaning and pinching her nipple has me wishing my lips were wrapped around her right this fucking second, teasing her hard nipple with my tongue and teeth while she whimpers beneath me. Her small hand is fucking herself in a fast, needy rhythm, and the sounds, good god, the sounds of her wet pussy are enough to almost send me over the edge. When she starts to cum, she looks right into the camera and moans my name.I’m stunned and more turned on than I’ve ever been in my life. Spent and satisfied, she gives the camera a cute smile and blows me another kiss.“How long are you going to make me fuck myself while I fantasize about you? My little pussy aches for you, Damon. Please give me what I need and make me feel better.”Her sexy plea has my head spinning. Before I can even think about what to do about this, I start the video again and grab my cock, jerking off to
“Are you okay?” I ask, giving him an innocent, sweet smile.“I’m fine,” he says, taking a drink of water. He looks at my mom as he brings his hand under the table to grab onto my foot. “This is really delicious, Mary.”“I’m so glad you like it. You’re welcome for supper anytime. I know it’s hard for you bachelors to get decent meals sometimes.”He smiles and grips my foot tighter, warning me to stop. I wiggle my toes and press harder, sliding my foot up his thigh until I feel a very large cock under my foot.“Wow,” I say in a breathy rush before I can stop myself.Damon looks like he’s biting back a laugh while my parents look at me like I’ve lost my mind.“This spaghetti is just really good, Mom. I mean, wow.”I know my face is beet red, but there’s nothing I can do about it. He loosens his grip on my foot, and I immediately start to explore. I knew he must be big, but this feels huge, like crazy huge! I have to force myself to keep eating and behaving normally and not like I’m feeli
Author's NoteNEW TEASER STORY. ENJOY READERS. BELIEVE ME, IT'S ONLY SPICE AND NO PLOT. TEACH ME A LESSONADDISONI tell myself that I need to stop staring, that it’s a huge invasion of privacy and putting me so far into stalker territory that I may neverfind my way out again, but no matter what the rational part of my brain screams at me, I just keep staring. I can’t look away from the hard, sweaty body that’s punching the living hell out of the heavy bag hanging up in his garage.My new neighbor is the sexiest man I’ve ever laid eyes on and more than twice my age. He’s an MMA fighter and has the body to show for it. When I found out he’d moved in, I’d taken to spying on him. I know it’s wrong, but that doesn’t stop me or make me want him any less. Besides, I’m eighteen now, so it’s not like something couldn’t happen between us. I just need to give him a kick in the ass apparently. So far, he’s ignored all my flirty looks and half-naked outfits.While I plan my next move, I keep my
***ZANE'S POV***When I had walked out to check on the women by the pool, I hadn't expected to see Dante crawling right into the water. The ladies hadn't noticed it. But he is fine now, I have the day saved. As I watch London dress into bumo shorts and a hoodie, she looks sexy, considering beneath that hoodie is her small bump growing already. Inside the car, I am the one driving and London is fidgeting beside me, her hands twisting uncomfortably on her thighs. "Why do I feel like this is going to be something bad?" she asks more to herself. "You don't get punished for almost drowning my son," I spit out.She gasps, and then use the back of her hands to wipe the rogue tears spilling down her cheeks. "If you don't stop crying, I will give you a reason to," I mouth out to her and she snifes. "Sorry, Zane," she says. I had left her to cool down my burning energy, I need her to understand that not being conscious as a parent would make her lose her baby, and she would be even more
***ZANE'S POV***If I thought disciplining London wouldn't want me wanting for more, then I am a fucking liar. Fuck, my cock will soon burst it's nuts in my boxers if I don't get some kind of relief from my wife. Her pussy is a deep shade of red and as she looks at me softly, I know I fucking have to come over and kiss her delicious cunt. "It tastes so good. Open wider for Daddy," I brag out gently. London widens her legs and I fuck her to stupor. Crying gently, she wiggles her butt equally, wanting me to get a deeper penetration with her. "Zane! Oh! Owwww!" she cries out and I frown at her. She has taken out the gag from her mouth. "Should I feel your mouth with my cock before you shut your mouth?" I back out the question. Embarrassment clothes her features before she shakes he head, refusing what I had just said."I'll be a good girl, Daddy, please, fill my pussy with your cock," she begs. I don't replace the gag, but I stuff two fingers into her pussy while I
***LONDON'S POV***"Good girl, that is it, you take my cock so well, open wider," Rio barks out at Mia. I've never been so turned on before. When I feel Zane's hand slips into my folds, I gasp but he doesn't even show a sign if remorse as he notices how wet I am. Mia is gurgling over her man's huge dick in her throat and I am here getting off with Zane's fingers in my pussy. "You like that don't you? That's what you are, my little whore and I can use any holes in your body because they belong to me, all mine, little slut," he says more degrading words to Mia. When he fucks her harder, I watch in shock as her hands wrap around his waist and he fucks her throat with vigour.When he starts shaking, I feel Zane's finger rub harder against my clit and then, I shiver as I start cumming.Rio splashes his cum all over his wife's face as promised and I squirt out on the table. Zane looks down at me and I shut my eyes in humiliation. Double degradation. The men have a strong game an