Zayn's head fell back, his back arching as the thick cock kept hitting his sweet spot over and over. "Fuck me, Daddy... please!" he cried out, his voice echoing in the suite.
"Fuck me... go deeper!" He began to grind his hips against Evric's, meeting every powerful, upward thrust with a frantic hunger that only a husband could claim.
Evric reached up, pulling Zayn's chest flush against his own and capturing his sensitive nipple in his mouth.
Zayn rode him with a wild intensity, his body sliding up and down the length of Evric's cock while Evric's hips bucked upward, driving deeper and harder. It was an explosive, soul-searing connection, the raw realization of everything they had fought to become.
Zayn couldn't stop begging for more, his voice a broken melody of need. Evric, sensing the energy shift, suddenly pulled out of Zayn's heat.
