All Chapters of Daddy Zane: Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

***ZANE'S POV***"I want to come with you to the club tonight," London says as I lead the way into the bedroom, her fair blonde hair twirling around, causing waves as she trots behind me. I stand in my walk in closet, pulling out the clothes I will wear for the club and wouldn't disturb me taking out Richie out. He is the last lose scroll left, once he is done with, there will be nothing else to bring a turf war unless his kins aren't good to leave the town alone. They don't belong here, this is Vincenzo territory. "Zane?" London urges when I don't reply. Turning slowly, I spare her one of my dangerous glares that is reserved for little girls. "No, baby. You need to stay at home. Watch a movie with the girls, bond with our son, I will be done and home before you figure it out," I blurts out. "This man hurt me. His sons caused me to be traumatized for a while, he hurt my husband too," she breaks out. I know this is just anger but London shouldn't get into this li

***ZANE'S POV***I was out for three nights. I had business to tend on to in Valencia and coming back to Sicily, my home is empty. Lisa had told me London went out last night, but that was all there was on the topic. Sinner didn't know they went out. I had knocked him to his ass when he gave me that lame excuse, then, my phone had started buzzing. The police of Italy had my wife and the other women with her. Drunk driving. London doesn't even fucking know how to drive well, she doesn't even have a license and now, she was in state trouble. I couldn't control my emotions when the officer passed the phone to my wife. I had just started yelling at her so much that it pissed me off. Looking at her now sobbing before me has my heart cracking. When she had refused to take the phone and talk to me, I knew I had to come out here. She would be punished. The rest of the ladies are in a bad state but that doesn't mean they wouldn't be sitting their asses down to get yelled

***LONDON'S POV***I feel light kisses brushing my skin and when I open my eyes, I spot Zane above me his full body weight supported by his elbows as he reigns kisses on me. "Humm Daddy?" I squeal out. My voice sounds ragged and I don't even know what time it is. "Time to wake up, baby. I need to feed you so that we can have a big girl talk," he says and my memories from earlier comes spreading through my head. "Fuck!" I whisper, knowing I truly fucked this up. "You are mad at me," I blurt out. "Nothing a small punishment wouldn't settle. Now, get up from this bed before I fuck you," he says forcing his body away from mine and I yawn, lazily dragging my body out if the bed. "I'm tired and my head hurt," I say softly.He fills a glass of water and passes it to me. "Drink everything," he orders and I comply. When I hand him the glass, he sets it aside. "I've picked out clothes I want you to wear and follow me downstairs when you are ready," he explains. I nod and

***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

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