[BL] CRAVING HIM: Addicted to His Voice-Chapter 345: Take Daddy Cock As a Lesson

~Evric’s POV~

I didn’t give him another second. I slammed my mouth against his, my tongue invading his mouth with primal dominance. I spoke into the kiss, my voice vibrating against his lips. "You’re going to cum for Daddy, aren’t you?"

"Yes... yes, Daddy!" he moaned, his hand working in a frantic, blurred rhythm. "Please... I’m shaking... I can’t hold it!"

"I know, baby. Don’t stop. Stroke it for me." I pulled back just enough to watch, my thumb catching the bead of pre-cum at the tip of his glans. I tasted him right in front of his eyes, my gaze never leaving his. "I can taste how much you want this."

Zayn let out a shattered moan, his head tossing. "Fuck... you’re going to ruin me, Evric."

"Isn’t that exactly what you asked for?" I growled.

He nodded frantically, his eyes squeezed shut as he sucked in air. "I’m so close... talk to me. Daddy, say those things in my ear."

I leaned down, my lips brushing the sensitive skin of his lobe, my voice a dark, filthy promise. "You’re going to fuck me so well tonight, Zayn. You’re going to ride me, aren’t you?"

"Yes..." he whimpered, his pace becoming electric.

"How are you going to ride me?"

"Deeper..." he gasped, his hips bucking. "I’ll take every inch... I’ll ride you until your cock hits my limit. I’ll take it all."

"You love, Daddy, don’t you?"

"I love you with everything in me," he cried out, his voice breaking with the weight of the confession.

"Then cum for me. Right now. Release for Daddy."

He let out a frustrated, choked sound, his hand slowing as he hit a plateau. "I’m there... I’m right there, but it won’t come! I can’t..."

"Do you need Daddy’s touch to finish?"

"Yes! Please, Daddy, yes!"

I smiled, a slow, possessive curve of my lips. I wrapped my hand over his, my skin slick with the lube and his own heat. The moment I took over the rhythm, Zayn’s voice hit a new register.

"Fuck me, yes! Right there! Kiss me, Daddy!"

I captured his mouth again, my hand working him with a brutal, expert speed. After just a few strokes, Zayn let out a muffled, strangled scream into my mouth.

His back arched so high his head buried itself in the pillow, his entire frame vibrating with the force of it.

He surrendered completely, his release hot and thick, painting his skin and my fingers in a white, visceral map of his devotion.

He trembled violently, tears slipping from the corners of his eyes as his body finally gave in and fell back against the bed.

"Fuck... yeah," he breathed, his voice breaking. "That felt so good."

His chest rose and fell rapidly, each breath coming out rough and uneven, like he was struggling to catch enough air. He was panting hard, overwhelmed, trying to steady himself as the aftershocks ran through him.

"So good... Daddy," he whispered hoarsely, his voice thick with exhaustion and satisfaction.

As I looked down at the mess on my hand, Zayn opened his eyes, pulling me down for a soft, lingering kiss. "Thank you, Daddy. That was the best... the absolute best."

"You’re welcome, baby," I whispered, but I didn’t move away. My eyes stayed dark, focused on the task ahead. "But that was just the warm-up. Tonight isn’t just sex, Zayn. It’s a lesson. Are you ready to go to school?"

He nodded, his breath still coming in short bursts. "I’m ready."

I stood up and stripped away my remaining clothes, letting them fall to the floor. As I stood before him completely naked, his eyes traveled over me with a mixture of awe and a flicker of instinctual fear.

"I’m going to use your mouth first," I stated, my voice leaving no room for argument.

I saw the slight tremor in his jaw as he looked up at me. "I’ll be rough, Zayn," I warned, stepping into the space between his knees. "But I’ll be gentle where it matters. Do you trust me?"

"I trust you," he murmured, his eyes wide and fixed on me.

I reached out, running my fingers through his hair and gently brushing the damp strands away from his forehead. "First lesson," I said, my voice low and authoritative. "I’m going to teach you how to take a man’s cock properly. I want you to know exactly how to pleasure me, and how to handle it when I decide I want to fuck your mouth just as hard as I fuck your ass. Do you understand?"

Zayn nodded, his throat bobbing as he swallowed hard. "Okay, Daddy."

I took his hands and pulled him toward the edge of the bed so he was sitting upright, level with my waist. My cock was inches from his face, thick and pulsing. I started slowly, teasingly, using the length of my shaft to lightly spank his lips, tracing the seam of his mouth.

Zayn flinched slightly, then offered a small, nervous smile.

"Don’t be scared," I murmured, my hand steadying the back of his neck. "I’m not going to hurt you. Open up."

He parted his lips obediently.

"Before you take me in, I want you to spit on your hand," I commanded. "Lube it up and stroke me while you watch."

He obeyed, his eyes never leaving mine as he coated his palm and began a steady, slick rhythm. I let out a low, guttural moan, my head tilting back for a moment. "Good boy. You’re doing so well."

I leaned down, my voice dropping to a whisper. "Now, use your other hand to cup my balls. When you start to suck me, I want your hand and your mouth to work together in a rhythm. That’s how you make me lose control."

I guided his head forward until the head of my cock was pressing against his tongue. "And listen to me: when I start going deeper, when I start to really push, I want you to use your hands to anchor me. One hand on my hip, the other gripping my ass. Use your strength to control the depth. That way, I can go as hard as I want without hurting you. Do you understand, Zayn?"

He looked up at me, his eyes dark with a mix of submission and growing heat, and nodded. "Yes, Daddy. I understand."

I ran my thumb over his bottom lip one last time. "Then let’s start. Show me how well you listen."

I stood my ground, my hands resting heavily on his shoulders as he leaned forward. Zayn took me in slowly, his tongue swirling around the head of my cock before he...