~Zayn's POV~
Evric reached down, taking both our cock in his grip—mine, slick with need, and his, massive and throbbing. He began to stroke us together, matching his rhythm to the heat building rapidly between my legs. "Ah! Faster, daddy! Oh. I cried out, my voice thick with lust. God, that feels so good!"
He pulled my hips forward, guiding the hard ridge of his cock to grind heavily against the tip of mine. It was a friction that demanded immediate release. We began to rock against each other, a rhythmic grinding and frotting movement born of pure, desperate desire.
"You feel that, baby? That's all mine," he growled into my ear, his voice rough with effort and lust. "We belong together, sweetheart. Fuck! Let it go for me!"
The friction was overwhelming, the intensity escalating with every frantic, slick slide of our bodies against one another. Our moans became one continuous, desperate sound, building toward an inevitable peak.
