His tongue laps at my mouth, sucking my tongue into his and the groan he makes as I flood his hand makes me want to rip off his clothes and fuck him right here on the hardwood of the studio floor. “Come, Pen,” he growls against my mouth whilst his fingers fuck me into oblivion. So I come. I come on Zayn’s hand, his fingers deep inside me. I come with his chipped tooth biting into my bottom lip. I come with a warmth in my heart that I haven’t felt in a long, long time. I come undone, and Zayn… Zayn holds me until I’m spent.
