[BL] CRAVING HIM: Addicted to His Voice Chapter 83: When Desire Turns Painful and Passion Explodes

"That’s my man," I murmured with a smirk. "Now get on your knees... Suck Daddy first."

Zayn gave a look, half desire, half warning. His eyes clearly said, Don’t choke with your cock like last ti.

I chuckled low and cupped his jaw. "Relax, baby. I’ll be careful this ti."

Slowly, he lowered himself, kneeling on the tiles, his hands trailing down my thighs. The sight alone nearly made lose it. His lips opened, warm breath fanning over my cock as he glanced up at through those dark lashes.

"Good," I whispered, my voice hoarse with need. "Now show Daddy how much you missed this."

He took my cock into his mouth, slow at first, testing my patience. His mouth wrapped around , fingers sliding slowly, deliberately, teasing, testing. His touch was light at first, almost maddeningly gentle, drawing shivers through . Every stroke, every subtle squeeze, made my muscles tighten, my breath coming faster, my hips twitching instinctively. My hand slid to the back of his head, guiding him gently. Each bob of his lips sent fire racing through .

Zayn humd, his eyes never leaving mine. I gritted my teeth, forcing myself not to thrust too deep. His warning still lingered, but damn, it was torture to hold back when his mouth felt like heaven.

"Fuck... that’s it," I groaned, letting my head fall back. "You look so perfect down there, baby."

Zayn’s mouth worked , slow at first, then faster as I held him steady. His lips were stretched wide, his throat taking deeper with every push.

"God, Zayn... you’re killing ," I gasped, voice tight with need. My hips jerked instinctively, seeking more, desperate for that release.

"Yeah... that’s it... suck Daddy," I groaned, rocking my hips forward. "Fuck...you’re so good at this."

He obeyed, inch by inch, until his throat tightened around . The sight of him kneeling there, lips stretched, eyes glistening, it drove insane.

"Love it," I muttered with a wicked grin, pulling him closer. "Don’t stop now."

At first, I tried to be careful, but the hunger burned too strongly. My thrusts grew rougher, my hips snapping forward, making him gag softly around . Tears pricked the corners of his eyes, rolling down his cheeks, but the sound only spurred on.

"Fuck yes, baby... choke on ... just a little more," I hissed, my grip tightening in his hair.

Zayn whimpered, hands clutching at my thighs, but I couldn’t stop. I was too close, too far gone. I edged myself on him, holding back the release, then plunging deep again, riding the raw burn of his throat. His muffled protests vibrated around my cock, almost pushing over the edge.

But the heat in my gut was too much. I couldn’t hold back. My thrusts grew rougher, harder, pounding against his mouth like I was using him, chasing the high.

"Take it. Take it all," I snarled, forcing myself deeper.

Zayn gagged, tears sliding down his face, his throat tightening as I hit too far. He tapped at my thigh, but I was too far gone. My hips snapped again, harder, and I could feel his body jolt at the impact.

"Fuck, fuck—here it cos..." I growled, shoving deep, spilling into his mouth.

That was the breaking point. He gagged, choking, so of my cum spilling from his lips as I kept rutting against him, using his mouth until his body jerked. His nails dug into , his eyes wet with fury and pain.

When I finally pulled back, he gasped for air, coughing, his throat raw. His voice broke into a scream, tears spilling down his cheeks as he gagged.

"FUCK, EVRIC! STOP! IT HURTS!" His hands slapped my chest, pounding against , each push filled with fury. "YOU’RE HURTING , FUCKING HURTING !"

I froze for a heartbeat, panic shooting through . "Baby—wait—hey! I’m sorry, I’m sorry!" I grabbed his shoulders, trying to steady him, but he shoved away with every ounce of strength he had.

"YOU THINK THIS IS FUNNY?!" he shouted, voice raw, trembling with anger and pain. "YOU SHOVED IT DOWN MY THROAT LIKE I WAS NOTHING! DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH IT HURTS?!"

"FUCK YOU, EVRIC!" he shouted, tears still wet on his face. He shoved hard in the chest, smacking again and again. "You hurt ! You fucking hurt ! You think this shit is okay? Fuck you!"

The sound cut through my haze instantly. My chest tightened with panic. "Baby—hey..." I rushed forward, trying to hold him, but he kept shoving at .

He hit my chest, shaking with anger, tears streaming. "DON’T TOUCH ! YOU FUCKING HURT !"

"You shoved your cock down my throat like I was nothing! You don’t get to do that to !" His hands beat against , wild, furious. "It fucking hurts, Evric... it hurts!"

"Zayn, I’m sorry..., I’m so sorry..." I grabbed his wrists, pulling him against , kissing him even as he tried to turn away. My own cum was still wet on his lips, the taste of cum bitter between our mouths. "Please, baby, I didn’t an it. I lost control. I’m sorry."

"Don’t you... Don’t you fucking ’baby’ ," he snapped, still shoving at my chest. "You made choke, you made cry, Evric! What the fuck is wrong with you?!"

His words gutted . My heart slamd in my chest, fear crawling into my throat. I kissed him again, frantic, desperate, whispering against his lips, "I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry... please forgive . I swear I’ll never hurt you again."

I held him tighter, trembling as much as I was, kissing his cheeks, his jaw, his swollen lips, tasting his anger and tears all at once.

"I’ll be careful. I promise. Please don’t hate ."

Baby, I cupped his face, kissing him hard "I’m sorry. I’m so sorry."

He pushed at weakly, tears still spilling. Through the kiss, his muffled words ca out broken. "That... hurt..." His fists beat against my chest in soft, angry taps, a mix of pain and frustration.

I kissed every tear, every line of his trembling lips, whispering between apologies. "I know, I know, baby... forgive ... I lost it. I’m sorry, please."

He trembled against , still breathing hard, his throat sore, his body half-angry, half-aching for comfort. My hands held him firm, stroking his back, grounding him. I pressed my forehead to his, kissing him softer this ti.

"I’ll be careful. I’ll be gentle. I’ll never hurt you like that again," I swore, voice cracking with guilt. "I’ll take care of you. I promise, Baby."

He beat at my chest one last ti, his eyes red, his throat sore as he choked out, "You fucking better not."

His voice cracked, his body trembling against mine, and my heart sank.

"Please, baby... calm down." My voice ca out hoarse, panicked. I reached for him, holding his wrists to keep him from hitting again, but not too tightly, scared he’d see it as another violation. "I can’t lose you over this. I didn’t an to hurt you, I swear..."

The fear in must have shown, because he froze. His chest heaved against mine, breath ragged, anger burning in his glare but softening as he saw my face. My lips trembled with apology, and for a long mont, neither of us moved.

Finally, his hands dropped, and I didn’t waste a second. I cupped his face and kissed him desperate, pleading, like I could erase the pain I’d caused with the press of my lips. He resisted at first, his mouth stiff beneath mine, but then he broke, kissing back hard, his tongue tasting of both defiance and surrender.

When we finally pulled apart, he whispered against my mouth, his voice still shaky, "Babe... that really hurt."