CHAPTER 199: CHAPTER 199: ZAYN RIDE ON DADDY

~Evric’s POV~

"Babe," he whispered, a question in his tone.

"Yes, Zayn," I answered, my voice husky. "Fuck me."

Zayn grinned, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "You refused me last night because you were angry. It’s my time to pay you back."

I smiled, moving to pull him closer. "You realize I was angry, yet you stopped?"

"Yes, I stopped," he said, feigning indignation. "Because why the hell would you say no to me?"

"I’ve said yes to you now," I murmured, my hand tracing the line of his jaw. "So come and ride Daddy."

"No, Daddy, don’t touch—"

Before he could finish his teasing protest, I moved. I turned him gently and quickly, standing right behind him. I had already pulled away his shirt, unbuckled his belt, and slid down his trousers, stripping him naked in a flurry of movement. I did the same to myself, letting my hard cock press against the bare skin of his back.

I wrapped my hand around his cock, gently stroking him, while my own rigid length pressed and rubbed against the curve of his butt, not inside, but circling the sensitive area. I leaned down and kissed the back of his neck, eliciting a deep, involuntary moan from Zayn.

"Yes, baby," I whispered against his skin.

I turned his head back slightly and kissed him, my hand continuing to stroke his cock as I prepared to slide into him.

"Babe, please use lube," Zayn gasped, interrupting the kiss.

"Okay, baby." I removed my hand from his cock and gave his taut butt a gentle, playful slap.

He smiled, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Evric, stop."

I walked over to the bedside drawer, retrieved the lube, and returned to him. I poured a generous amount onto my dick and put a small dab inside his hole. I pulled him closer, kissing his shoulder. "I’m going inside now. Ready?"

"Yes," he breathed. "Put it inside gently."

I pressed the tip in slowly. Zayn gasped, a soft, involuntary, "Uhh..."

"Baby?" I said, my voice low and dark.

"Yes," he managed.

"Do you feel me yet inside you?"

He started to answer, but I thrust in deeper, gaining more inches.

"Yes, baby!" he cried out.

"Feel all of me now." I pushed in the last of my length slowly, a movement that made Zayn gasp for air.

"Do you love Daddy’s cock?" I whispered against his ear.

He nodded hard against my shoulder.

"How much do you love it?" I asked, punctuating the question with a deep thrust.

His answer came out shaking. "I love it a lot!"

That was the invitation I needed. I went from gentle to a hard, steady rhythm. Zayn was standing, relying only on my body to keep him upright as I slammed into his hole, making him scream, "Yes, baby, right there! Fuck me more!"

That continued for a few intense minutes; I made sure neither of us came yet.

I pulled a chair over and sat on it, sliding out of Zayn in one smooth motion. "Come ride Daddy," I commanded, holding my arms out. "It’s been a while since you rode Daddy, Zayn."

He moved toward me, letting me guide him. I let him settle down back onto my cock. I used one hand to hold his waist and the other to guide my cock, helping him fully seat himself on me.

Slowly, he started moving. He sat on my cock facing me, avoiding eye contact. I lifted his chin so he had to look at me and gently, I kissed him.

When I pulled my mouth away, I lowered my head to his neck, placing my mouth on his nipple while my hands tightened on his waist, and then I started pounding him from below.

He moaned, "Yes, baby, fuck me! Yes, yes!"

I pulled my mouth from his nipple, lifting my head to watch his reactions, to see how sweetly he was taking my cock, riding me so deliciously. Zayn’s head fell back as he gasped, "Yes, Evric! Fuck! God, I love it!"

"You do?" I asked, my voice thick.

"Yes, yes, baby, I love it!"

"Kiss me," I demanded. He leaned in to kiss me, but instead, I pinned him against me and slammed my hips harder and faster.

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Go deeper, Daddy!" Zayn moaned, "Yes, yes, fuck me!

"

I fucked him, pounded him, thrusting so hard. When I felt I was close, I cried out, "Zayn, I’m close! Ride me, please!"

Zayn went up and down, his movements frantic, literally pushing me to the edge of my release, but I needed him to come with me. I held him tightly, stroking him, urging him higher.

I held him, stroking him, urging him higher, focusing entirely on driving him to the edge with me.

"Hold on, baby, hold on," I commanded, my voice raw.

Zayn’s head was thrown back, his voice a continuous, desperate plea. "Yes, D-Daddy! Faster! Ahhh! I’m—I’m close, I’m cumming!"

I roared, a primal sound torn from my throat, and plunged my hips forward one final, explosive time. The climax hit us simultaneously. Zayn screamed my name as he seized— spilled all over my hand and chest, his internal muscles gripping my cock with breathtaking intensity. I felt the heat surge through me, emptying myself into him, my whole body shaking uncontrollably.

"Zayn! GOD!" I gasped, collapsing forward onto his shoulder.

We remained locked together, both breathing hard, sweat slicking our bodies. The chair groaned slightly under our weight.

After several heavy moments, I pulled back just enough to look at him, still fully inside him. I grinned, exhausted but victorious. "I think Daddy has time for one more round."

Zayn groaned, burying his face in my neck. "No," he mumbled, utterly spent. "I’m tired. Please."

I laughed, a deep, husky sound, and teased him, rocking my hips just an inch.

Zayn moaned, a low, guttural sound. "Baby, stop!"

"Beg me, Zayn," I whispered, my voice thick with desire. "Babe, please, baby.

"

I thrust forward again, hard and loud.

Zayn cried out, a sharp, piercing sound. "Ahhh! Please, baby!"

I gave him a deep, tender kiss, sealing the moment. He managed a weak smile, and then, slowly and deliberately, Zayn removed my dick from him, not wanting to risk my becoming hard again.

He leaned back against me, both of us struggling to catch our breath. We stayed seated, our skin cooling against each other.

"I love you, Evric," he whispered.

"I love you too, Zayn."

I gently lifted his hand and rested it on my chest, letting him feel the frantic, slowing beat of my heart, as we both just focused on the simple, shared act of breathing. The rush was slowly receding, leaving a deep, quiet contentment.

After a few comfortable minutes, I broke the silence. "Baby," I murmured, "do you like a pet?"

He nodded, still catching his breath. "Yes, but I’ve never had one before."

"We should fix that," I decided. "Do you have a preference? Would you prefer a dog or a cat?"

Zayn lifted his head slightly, the mischief instantly back in his eyes. He grinned. "A snake. I think we should get a gorgeous, shiny python."

I nudged his shoulder. "No, baby, that’s dangerous. We need something to cuddle, not something that could mistake my toe for dinner."

"Hmm." He tilted his head back, considering. "Let’s get a lion, then."

I laughed, wrapping my arms tighter around him. "A lion is not bad, but no, baby. We need something that fits into the penthouse. Something fluffy and easy."

"Fine," he sighed dramatically. "If I can’t have a giant, terrifying reptile or a majestic beast, then..." He paused, drawing out the moment. "...I prefer both. A dog and a cat. We should have both."

I kissed the top of his head. "Okay," I said, the matter settled. "We are getting it."

After a while, my phone buzzed on the bedside table. I gently stretched to take it, it was a message from my father. I checked it out; the message read: "If you’re not too busy, come out and play golf with me in the evening." I read it and smiled.

I gently checked on Zayn, who was already drifting into sleep. Zayn has this endearing habit of always falling asleep immediately after sex.

I nudged him gently. "Babe, don’t sleep yet. Stand up, and let’s take a shower together so we can go downstairs, eat, and then you can come up and rest properly."

"No," he mumbled, burrowing his face deeper into my neck. "I want to sleep." I persisted, gently urging him, until he finally sighed in surrender. "Fine, okay."

As he reluctantly started to shift off my lap, I told him my plan. "In the evening, we are going out to meet Father. He invited me to come play golf, and you are coming along with me. Okay?"

Zayn rolled his eyes dramatically, the fatigue evident in his expression. "Like I have a choice to say no."

I smiled, acknowledging the truth in his statement, and we both headed into the bathroom.