[BL] CRAVING HIM: Addicted to His Voice-Chapter 346: Ride Me Pretty Zayn

~Evric’s POV~

I ran my thumb over his bottom lip one last time. "Then let’s start. Show me how well you listen."

I stood my ground, my hands resting heavily on his shoulders as he leaned forward. Zayn took me in slowly, his tongue swirling around the head of my cock before he eased his lips over the crown. I felt the heat of his mouth—

wet, tight, and incredibly eager.

"That’s it," I groaned, my fingers tangling in his hair to guide his rhythm. "Hand and mouth, Zayn. Together."

He followed my instructions perfectly. His right hand pumped my base in sync with the sliding of his lips, while his left hand reached down to cradle my balls just as I’d taught him.

The combination was lethal. I watched him from above, his cheeks hollowed out as he tried to take as much of me as possible, his eyes looking up at me through his lashes with a raw, primal devotion.

The friction was agonizingly good. As I felt my pulse begin to quicken, I gripped his hair a little tighter. "I’m going to push now, baby. Anchor me."

Zayn didn’t hesitate. He moved his hands instantly, one gripping my hip and the other digging into the muscle of my ass, pulling me toward him.

I began to thrust, my pace quickening, my cock sliding deep into the back of his throat. He made a low, muffled sound, a mix of a gag and a moan, but he didn’t pull away. He held on tight, using his grip to regulate the depth, leaning into the rougher treatment I had promised.

"Fuck, you’re a fast learner," I rasped, my breath coming in jagged hitches. The sight of him so completely surrendered, working so hard to please me after everything that had happened, was the ultimate aphrodisiac.

I felt the familiar tension building in my core. I reached down, pulling his head back just enough so I could look into his blown-out pupils.

"You’re doing perfectly, Zayn. Now, I want you to take it all. Don’t let go until I tell you."

He let out a small whimper of assent and opened his mouth wider, taking me back in for the final stretch. I increased the speed, my hips snapping forward as I chased the edge. I was whispering every dirty thought I’d ever had about him into the air, and Zayn was drinking it all in, his hands holding me steady as I finally broke.

I spilled deep into his throat, my body racking with the force of the release. "Fuck... yes..." I moaned loudly.

Zayn didn’t flinch; he stayed right there, swallowing every drop, his eyes squeezed shut in focus until I finally slowed down and pulled back.

He looked up at me, a silver thread of saliva and spent desire connecting us, his lips swollen and red.

"Did I do well, Daddy?" he whispered, his voice hoarse.

I leaned down, capturing his lips in a lingering, possessive kiss. I could taste the salt and the heat of my own release on his tongue, a tangible mark of his surrender.

"You did perfectly, baby," I whispered against his mouth. "Better than I could have ever imagined."

I pulled back just enough to look at him. His face was flushed, his eyes hooded and dazed, but there was a spark of hunger still flickering in the dark iris. "Are you too tired, or are we proceeding to the next lesson?"

Zayn didn’t even blink. "I’m not tired," he rasped, his voice a low, melodic growl. "Move to the next lesson, Daddy. Please."

"Good boy," I said, a slow smirk spreading across my face. "The next lesson is simple, but vital: you need to learn how to ride me. You need to know exactly how to take every inch of your Daddy while you control the pace."

I stood up, leading him over to the plush velvet sofa in the corner of the bedroom. I sat down, spreading my legs, and gestured for him to come to me. Zayn climbed into my lap, straddling my thighs. Our bodies were centimeters apart, the only thing between us being our aching, pulsing heat.

I handed him the bottle of lubricant. "You’re the one riding me," I said, my voice dropping an octave. "Pour enough. You know, you need to make sure you can sit pretty on Daddy’s cock without any struggle."

Zayn’s hands trembled as he uncapped the bottle. He poured the cool, slick liquid over my length, his eyes fixed on what he was doing.

"Wrap your hand around it," I commanded. "Stroke me from the crown all the way down. Make sure I’m ready for you."

He obeyed, his grip firm and slick, his eyes darkening as he watched my cock thicken and throb under his touch.

Once I was fully prepped, I took the bottle from him. I reached behind him, my fingers coating his entrance with a generous amount of lube, circling the tight muscle until he was whimpering and leaning into my touch.

"Now," I whispered, my hands moving to his waist. "Sit down on me. Slowly. I want to feel you take every single inch."

Zayn clutched my shoulders, his grip tight enough to leave marks.

He lifted himself and began to lower his hips. I watched his face contort, a mixture of pressure and pure, unadulterated pleasure, as I began to fill him. He let out a long, shaky breath as I slid home, his internal muscles clenching around me like a vice.

"Fuck... Evric," he gasped, his head falling onto my shoulder.

"I’ve got you," I groaned, my hands digging into his hips. "Now, move for me. Find the rhythm. Arch your back and show me how you’re going to take me."

Zayn began to move, his hips rising and falling in a slow, agonizing grind.

I reached between our bodies, my hand finding his cock and stroking him in sync with his movements.

The room was filled with the sounds of our shared friction, the wet, rhythmic sliding of skin on skin, and the desperate, broken moans escaping our throats.

"Yes... right there, baby," I moan, my head snapping back as he hit a certain angle. "Fuck, Zayn... just like that."

"Daddy... oh god, Daddy!" Zayn cried out, his pace quickening as he found his stride. He was riding me with a primal intensity now, his eyes squeezed shut, his hair fallen with sweat.

The intensity spiked. I shifted my grip, my fingers sinking into the flesh of his ass to pull him down harder and faster. I began to thrust upward, meeting every one of his descents with a powerful, bruising pound.

"Faster, Evric! Slam inside me! Please, harder!" Zayn begged, his voice high and frantic.

Our muscles were screaming, our breaths coming in ragged, synchronized gasps. I used my hands like iron clamps on his waist, controlling the velocity as I pounded into him, burying myself so deep I felt like I was touching his heart.

"Fuck, you’re so tight... so perfect," I growled, my voice a dark mess of dirty words. "Ride it, Zayn! Take all of it! You’re mine!"

"I’m yours! Please, don’t stop! Deeper!"

The ride became...