Chapter 41

Zay's POV

I'm horny as fuck. Ain't even gon' lie.

Trey ain't doin' shit, just chillin', but something 'bout how he's sittin', how his voice sound, how his hands move... got me feelin' some type of way.

He's on the couch, scrollin' his phone, lookin' all laid back. Black tee huggin' his chest, sweats hangin' low, jaw locked while he chew on his lip.

I slide up next to him, leanin' into his space. "Pa."

He glances over, hummin'. "What, love?"

I press up against his side, fingers tracin' slow over his arm. "You lookin' too damn good right now."

He chuckles, shakin' his head. "Here you go."

I ain't even gonna try to hide it. I climb right into his lap, arms around his neck, pressin' my body against him. "You don't like when I show you love?"

He sets his phone down, hands restin' on my waist. "Never said that."

I roll my hips slow, just to see him tense up. "Then let me keep showin' it."

His hands tighten on me. Not pushin' me away, not pullin' me closer. Just holdin' me. His eyes drop to my lips, then back up. He knows what I'm on.

"Zay," he says, voice low, warnin' me.

I smirk. "Yeah, Pa?"

His jaw flexes. "What you doin'?"

I lean in, draggin' my lips over his jaw, whisperin', "You."

Trey's grip tightens, pullin' me into a hungry kiss. It's all desire, no fluff. His tongue invades my mouth, matching the urgency I feel.

His hands slide down to my ass, squeezin' hard, guidin' me to grind into him, feelin' his thick 10-inch dick growin' hard in his sweats. I moan into the kiss, my sound lost in his mouth. He's in control, his hands firm but knowin' just how I like it.

"Take this off," he growls against my ear. I pull my shirt off quick, then his, my hands roamin' over his chest, feelin' that solid muscle.

He lifts me off his lap, layin' me on the couch. "You ready?" His voice is all gravel and want.

"Fuck yeah, Pa," I say, breathin' heavy.

He grabs the lube, slicks up his fingers, and starts workin' my hole, makin' sure I'm ready. His fingers are skilled, knowin' exactly where to touch to have me squirming beneath him.

"Shit, Pa," I gasp, my voice breakin' as he hits that spot inside me.

He doesn't waste time with words, just action. After stretchin' me, he gets the condom on, linin' himself up. He pushes in, slow at first, lettin' me feel every inch, the stretch almost too much but just right.

"You good?" he asks, his voice barely there, thick with lust.

"Fuck me, daddy," I manage, my need clear, my body eager.

He starts movin', each thrust deep, hittin' that spot that makes my vision blur. His hands are on my hips, pullin' me into each thrust, not lettin' up.

"Fuck, Zay," he groans, his voice raw, nothin' sweet about it.

I'm lost, my moans gettin' louder, my body respondin' to his rhythm. "Harder, Pa, harder," I demand, my voice rough from want.

He picks up his pace, each thrust more intense, changin' the angle to drive me wild. My hands grip the couch, my body shakin' with pleasure.

"Take it, baby," he says, his voice admittin' how much he's into this.

I'm too gone to respond much, just a string of curses and moans until I'm comin', my body clenchin' around him, my orgasm rippin' through me.

He's not far behind, his movements gettin' sloppy as he chases his release. With a few more hard thrusts, he's there, his grip on my hips like iron as he comes.

We lay there, breathin' hard, him on top of me. After a moment, he pulls out, deals with the condom, then pulls me close, my back to his chest on the couch.

He kisses my neck, his hands gentle now, soothin' my skin. "You good, pretty?" he asks, his voice back to that quiet care.

I nod, turnin' to kiss him, feelin' that warmth, that connection that's just between us.

We lay there, just bein' together, the room feelin' right, our bond unspoken but real.