CHAPTER 287: CHAPTER 287: MIDNIGHT HEAT HOOKED ON US

~Zayn’s POV~

"Yes, daddy! Go deeper! Fuck me, please!" I pleaded, too lost in the pleasure to care that my phone wouldn’t stop ringing.

Evric shifted, a low sound vibrating from his chest. He slowly reclined the seat until it stretched fully back, then gently guided my body, laying me flat with surprising tenderness as if I were something fragile.

He didn’t waste a moment. He raised one of my legs, hooking it over his shoulder. He put a fresh smear of spit on his cock, stroked it a little, then lowered himself. With one powerful thrust, he slid inside me again, deep and possessive.

"Damn! Fuck!" I groaned, my body arching under the sudden impact.

He gently raised my second leg and rested it on his other shoulder. The only thing that now separated us was my bouncing cock, dancing up and down with the power of his entry. Evric started thrusting, slower at first, adjusting to the new angle.

"Baby, look at me," he commanded, his voice raw.

I looked at him, my gaze fixed as he held my legs, then slammed into me faster. "Yes, baby! Fuck me, yes, fuck me!" I moaned, starting to meet his rhythm by moving my hips.

"Yeah... I love it, baby," Evric groaned, his eyes half-closed in pleasure. "Mmm—keep going... I’m enjoying you."

"Please... mmh—right there, daddy... just a little faster... thrust me gently," I pleaded.

Evric groaned, the pleasure tearing from him. "Fuck, baby. Ahh... yes... just like that... I’m enjoying you so much. Ride me harder, baby!"

I started moving my hips wildly, even though the position inside the car was far from comfortable. But the pleasure was too sweet, too overwhelming, and that was all that mattered.

Evric pounded into me hard. "Yes, daddy, please! More! Yes, fuck me!" I moaned, but suddenly the angle felt wrong—it wasn’t comfortable anymore.

"Babe," I called out, breathless.

"Yes, love?" Evric answered immediately, slowing his powerful strokes.

"I’m not comfortable anymore with this position," I told him.

He quickly pulled out, the sudden separation causing a rush of need. "Should we stop?" he asked, his voice full of concern.

"No," I insisted. "But the position is not comfortable. I still want you."

"Turn your back," he instructed. I immediately obeyed, twisting my body so I was facedown on the seat. He raised the back of the passenger seat a little so I could brace myself, holding onto the top of it. "I’ll slide inside now," he whispered.

"Yes, please," I gasped.

He entered me again, and this position—deep and fully supported—only fueled the fire inside Evric. "Damn!" I moaned out loud. "Yes, fuck me!"

Evric gripped my waist, thrusting into me with a power that felt like he was making up for the months we’d gone without touching. He drove himself deep, hard, but always with that careful control that kept it from crossing the line. And God, I was savoring every single stroke.

He turned my head toward him, crashing his mouth onto mine in a hard, hungry kiss. One hand stayed locked around my waist while the other wrapped around my cock, stroking me.

"Mm... don’t stop," he whispered against my lips, breath shaking. "Baby, keep moving your hips like that... I’m close. I’m gonna cum."

"Cum, baby," I urged.

"Let’s cum together," he breathed.

"Fuck harder, baby..." I answered.

Evric squeezed my waist, pulling me deep onto his cock. He inhaled sharply, holding us suspended in the moment. I gasped, feeling him stretch me. "Yes... right there... fuck, daddy, you are so deep! I can feel you in my soul!"

He released my waist with a deep, shuddering groan. "Huuuhh, fuck, baby! Should I cum inside you?"

"Yes, please," I answered him.

With that, Evric shouted, "Babe, I’m cumming!" I positioned myself to ensure I could take all of him. He groaned, burying his face against my back and kissing my skin. "God... you feel incredible, baby, I love it!"

Evric came hard, his whole body shuddering as the orgasm tore through him, making his body tremble against mine. "Fuck—yeah," he groaned over and over, breathless. "Shit, that feels so good... I enjoy this so much. God... I love you, baby."

After he emptied every last drop inside me, he drew out slowly and guided me onto my back. He leaned down, his breath warm against my inner thighs, sending sparks through my body. Then he took my cock into his mouth, deep and eager, sucking with a rhythm that made my back arch.

The pleasure was too much, like he was worshipping me with his mouth.

With the warmth of his breath, his mouth stroking me relentlessly, and his hand never leaving my body, while his other hand traced every curve and contour, pleasure built faster than I could handle. The heat between us became unbearable, driving me to my peak. I came hard into his mouth. My body shook with the release, every nerve alight with pleasure, the intensity of it overwhelming, yet perfect.

After I caught my breath, Evric pulled me close, pressing his face into the side of my neck. "Thank you, baby," he murmured, his voice husky with emotion. "For taking me so well... I love it."

"I enjoyed it more," I confessed.

We kissed, both of us naked and sticky, our hearts tangled together in the quiet, sweet aftermath. Evric pulled back a little bit, his hands gently wiping the sweat from my face before he pressed a tender kiss to my forehead.

"I love you so much, Zayn."

"I love you more, Evric," I replied. He hugged me again, our sweat-slicked bodies clinging together, our hearts still racing, breathing hard in the luxurious silence of the parked car. It was the deepest, most perfect quiet I had ever known.

After a long while, the rush of adrenaline finally began to recede, leaving me with a heavy, sweet exhaustion. I started feeling profoundly sleepy.

I said softly, running my fingers through his long, damp hair where he was resting his head peacefully on my chest. "Babe, we should head back to the hotel now."

Evric stirred slightly, mumbling into my skin. He was clearly feeling sleepy too, his breathing soft and deep. "No," he mumbled, tightening his arms around me. "We should stay like this."

"Please, daddy," I whispered, my voice thick with exhaustion and hunger. "Let’s go back. We need to shower, and I’m really hungry."

At the mention of food, Evric instantly lifted his head, the business man finally resurfacing through the sleep-drunk exhaustion. "Hungry?"

"Starving," I confirmed, laughing softly at his sudden attention.

His eyes lit up with a practical urgency. "We should place the order now. That way, it will be ready and waiting for us before we even get back to the hotel."

"Okay, baby," I agreed readily.

Evric reached for his phone, swiftly placing an order for something light, a proper meal felt too heavy for the early hour, which was quickly creeping past midnight. After the order was confirmed, he kissed my nose, his eyes heavy but happy.

With a final, lingering hug, he reluctantly moved to the driver’s seat. We quickly threw our discarded clothes on, and then, with our fingers intertwined, we drove back toward the glowing city lights.