I kissed him hard, and with his permission, I shifted positions, my body moving with more urgency, pouring every ounce of love, fear, and desire into him.
I lifted Zayn effortlessly and set him down on the edge of the table, spreading him open for me. His skin was flushed, his chest rising and falling with uneven breaths. Sliding back inside him, the tight heat wrapped around me so perfectly that I growled under my breath. My hand gripped his jaw, forcing his eyes to meet mine as I slammed into him, deeper, harder, each thrust making the table shake beneath us.
The wet sound of our bodies colliding echoed in the room, slick, messy, obscene. His moans mixed with sharp gasps as my cock drilled into him without mercy, stretching him with every pounding thrust. My hips slapped against him, harder, faster, the table rattling with each violent push. I kept his face tilted up, watching his mouth fall open as he whined for more, drool gathering at the corner of his lips.
