[BL] CRAVING HIM: Addicted to His Voice Chapter 50: The Hardest You’ve Ever Had Me

Without another word, he yanked my pants and underwear down in one swift, hungry motion.

His lips brushed my shoulder in a lingering kiss before he gently guided toward the bed, pressing down until I lay sprawled in the middle.

In a single, fluid movent, he stripped himself bare and climbed over , his body radiating heat against mine.

Leaning close, his breath warm on my lips, he murmured, "So I don’t take too long to cum... suck first."

Our mouths t in a slow, heated kiss, tongues tangling in a rhythm that was all need and promise, the taste of him flooding my senses as the air between us thickened with lust.

I slid down between his legs, my eyes eting his for a brief, heated second before I leaned forward and wrapped my lips around the thick, pulsing head of his cock.

"Fuck, yeah..." Evric groaned, his hand imdiately tangling in my hair, gripping it tight, forcing my head to stay exactly where he wanted it.

I sucked him slow at first, letting my tongue swirl around his tip, tasting the salty pre-cum that leaked from him. He hissed through his teeth, his grip in my hair tightening.

"Deeper, baby... take it," he growled, pushing my head down further. I gagged lightly around him, the wet glrk-glrk sounds filling the room. Drool slid down my chin, slicking his length even more.

"Fuck, that’s it, ssy for ," he panted, pulling my head up just enough for to gasp before shoving back down onto his cock. His hips began to move with the rhythm of his hand in my hair, controlling every motion, every inch I took.

The wet slurp-slurp and schlk sounds were obscene, echoing in the quiet room. I moaned around him, the vibration making him curse.

"Shit, Zayn... your mouth is perfect... fuck, keep sucking it like that..." His voice was raw, needy.

He held there, tip nudging deep in my throat until my eyes watered, then let co up for air just long enough to drag my tongue along his shaft before plunging down again.

The taste, the heat, the way he used my mouth... it was filthy, raw, addictive.

"Yes... fuck, baby... take it," Evric groaned, shoving his entire cock down my throat in one deep thrust. I choked instantly, my eyes flooding with tears, saliva dripping down my chin.

The gag forced a hard cough from , my throat tightening around him. Evric froze, his grip in my hair loosening. "Breathe, baby... slow," he murmured, brushing my damp cheek with his thumb.

But I couldn’t stop coughing. That one brutal thrust to my throat, it was sothing new, sothing I’d never taken before. It had gagging hard.

He quickly pulled out, releasing my hair. "Shit, baby, I’m sorry... I didn’t an it." His voice was laced with guilt.

"It’s okay," I rasped, wiping my mouth. "It’s just... my first ti taking it all in like that."

He sighed, stroking my jaw. "We should just sleep. I’ll shower, then we rest."

"I’m not leaving you like this," I said firmly.

"I’ll be fine after a shower," he insisted.

I shook my head. "No. If my mouth can’t do the job tonight, then fuck instead."

His eyes darkened instantly. Without another word, he positioned in the middle of the bed, grabbing the lube gel. He coated his thick cock with slow, deliberate strokes, his gaze never leaving mine.

He leaned in, lips brushing my nipple before sucking it hard. I gasped, my back arching.

Then he spread my legs wide, his palms firm on the insides of my thighs, holding open like I was his to take and ruin. I felt the thick, blunt head of his cock press against my entrance, hot and unyielding.

"Breathe, Zayn," he murmured against my ear, his voice deep, ragged, and almost a growl.

He pushed in slowly, inch by inch... stretching until my breath hitched, my body clenching around him involuntarily. A guttural groan escaped , my nails digging into the muscles of his arms.

"You’re so fucking tight, Zayn... too tight," he hissed, thrusting another inch deeper. "God, I love you. I love every inch of you."

The pressure built, the stretch making my toes curl. I gasped when he bottod out, the heavy weight of him pulsing inside .

"I love the way I feel inside you, baby," he whispered, then gave a slow, deliberate thrust that made whimper.

His tone shifted, possessive, dangerous. "I’ll never let anyone else have you. You’re mine. Only mine."

Then, with a deep, final push, he buried himself fully. My moan tore free, loud, but he silenced it with his mouth, his lips devouring mine in a kiss that was as much a claim as it was a command.

When he pulled back, he started fucking hard... deep, relentless thrusts that shook the bed.

"Zayn, you’re mine," he gritted out, pounding into . "You can’t let anyone else see you like this... hear you like this..."

My voice broke into desperate sounds. "Yes... fuck ... yes, please... fuck !"

He hooked both my legs over his shoulders, opening even more. His thrusts turned brutal... wet, slick sounds echoing with each slap of his hips against .

Slap! Slap! Slap!

"Tell that lady earlier you have soone already," he ordered, thrusting hard enough to make the headboard slam.

I gasped between thrusts. "O-okay... I-I’ll tell her."

He grinned wickedly, still driving into . "Good boy."

My cock was bouncing between us with every sharp slam, leaking pre-cum that sared across my stomach.

Evric groaned, sweat dripping down his temple despite the icy blast from the AC. "Fuck, baby... you feel too good... so fucking sweet... I could fuck you all day, all night..."

I was a ss... moaning, panting, clawing at the sheets. "Harder, Evric... fuck, yes—harder!"

"Say my na when you cum," he demanded, fucking so deep I could feel him in my spine.

"Yes—fuck Evric—fuck !" I moaned, head tossing back.

The room filled with the wet, obscene rhythm of our bodies—slap, slap, slap—his balls hitting against as he pushed closer to his release.

"Harder!" I begged, tears pricking my eyes from the pleasure. "Evric, fuck harder!"

"I’m gonna cum, Evric... fuck—fuck—I’m gonna cum," I gasped, my voice breaking as his cock slamd deep inside .

"Yeah? You gonna cum for , slut?" Evric growled, his hand suddenly wrapping around my dick, stroking it hard and fast, matching the brutal rhythm of his hips. "Fucking drench , make a ss, baby. I wanna feel you fall apart."

The sound of skin slapping was filthy, smack, smack, smack... each thrust hitting so deep I couldn’t breathe. My toes curled, my back arched, and I was moaning so loud I didn’t even care if the whole damn building heard.

"Ohhh—fuck, Evric—don’t stop, please, please—ahhh—"

"That’s it, scream for ," he grunted, jerking faster, his breath hot and ragged against my neck. "Cum for while I’m splitting you open... fucking cum, Zayn."

My orgasm tore through , cum shooting across my stomach in thick, hot ropes. My whole body shook, but Evric didn’t stop, he pounded harder, his cock throbbing inside .

"Fuck—fuck, I’m gonna cum—" he groaned, loud and deep, like he couldn’t hold it back anymore. His thrusts grew ssy, desperate, and then he slamd in hard, burying himself to the hilt. His loud, guttural moan filled the room as he emptied himself inside , thick and hot, filling until I swore I could feel it in my chest.

He stayed there, grinding slow, still buried deep, sweat dripping from his temple onto my skin. He kissed hard, possessive, filthy, like he was sealing shut with his mouth, then softer, slower, until he was just breathing against my lips.

We stayed like that for a while, his cock still inside , still heavy, still hardening again. I felt it twitch and swell, and my breath caught.

"Pull out, Evric," I said quietly.

His lips curved into a dangerous smirk. "Beg ."

I frowned, refusing to give him the satisfaction.

His hips snapped forward suddenly, the force making gasp. "Huh—Evric—"

He started kissing down my sweaty chest, slow and sensual, but his thrusts were sharp, deep, making my breath stutter. "Beg ," he murmured again, voice dripping with command.

"Pull out, Evric," I said through clenched teeth.

He kissed lower, his tongue dragging over my skin, savoring . "Not like that. Tell sweet. Call baby." His hips slamd forward again, hard enough to make the bed creak.

I gripped the sheets, squirming under him. "Please... Evric... pull out."

He only chuckled, hips grinding deeper. "Mm, no... not until you say it the way I want. Be romantic, Zayn. Say, Pull out, baby."

I looked at him, eting his intense, dark stare. He stopped kissing , his hand gripping my jaw. "If you don’t say it," he warned, voice low and dangerous, "I’ll keep fucking you until you can’t even think straight."

Then he drove into three brutal tis, each thrust stealing my breath.

"Pull out, baby!" I cried, my voice breaking.

Again, louder, desperate... "Pull out, baby!"

He smiled then, slow, satisfied, and kissed deep, his tongue sliding against mine, tasting my submission. Only then did he slowly pull out, letting the heat spill free before collapsing against ...

"I love you, Zayn"