The sudden, forceful grip left him utterly defenseless, giving Zahir the perfect opportunity to thrust deeper into the space his motion created.
A guttural sound rumbled low in Zahir’s chest as Cesare’s body tightened around him, the tension amplifying every sensation.
Cesare froze, a shiver rippling through him as he felt the slick warmth pooling within, an undeniable sign of their fervent union.
His muscles tensed instinctively, but Zahir withdrew with excruciating deliberation, his cock grazing Cesare’s hypersensitive skin with every measured motion.
A faint, wet sound marked his retreat, leaving behind a glistening trail of white fluid that trickled from Cesare’s entrance.
The rich, viscous texture—evidence of Zahir’s prolonged restraint—caught his gaze, and a satisfied smirk curved his lips.
Cesare lay breathless, his chest rising and falling in uneven rhythm, his arousal still throbbing with unresolved need.
