Jamal Murray Nudes Novels & Stories

She had sure been tampering with her pussy, which looked swollen and gushing. Mira was holding her phone up, clearly taking pictures with her tits and pussy open. "What the fuck are you doing, you nasty bitch? " I asked, sauntering over with a huge smile on my face. My own cunt was starting to throb just watching her like this. Why wouldn't it?? Mira had a gorgeous body, and when she had her pussy open like that, it was a banger. "Sending my nudes to one of my sponsors." She shot back, clicking more photos.

Kimberly muttered something about vomiting under her breath, while I gawked at Jude, silently wondering how deep his insanity truly ran. “Okay.” He stood to his feet and ripped his t-shirt off. Ink cascaded down hard bands of muscle, coating damn near every inch of his skin. The only open space was right above his heart, a blank canvas itching to be filled. I was just drunk enough to not look away when his pants hit the ground. Ho-ly fuck. Jude, naked as the day he was born, stretched his arms high above his head. His eyes flicked down to my face, then lower to my open mouth. Heat seared my cheeks as I clicked it shut, but it was too late. He’d already noticed.

I felt weak in the knees and fell to the ground. Another vision flashed before my eyes. This time it was Jamal. He was in a prison cell, being tortured with a silver whip. A guard prepared to stab him with a silver knife, to end his life. "He is now worthless to Atticus, since Deucalion has already gotten Issa. Jamal will also meet his end soon," Andrea explained. I shook my head. "Please, don't do this. Let's stop this." "Oh you know what I want." Andrea slowly stood up.

I interrupted Murray. Jamal smirked when he noticed how Murray flinched. "My friends and I were thinking if you are a masseur. Your face strikes me like you are one. I'm in dire need of such service and was hoping you can render such service." I had no idea where that came from. Murray's eyes widened while Jamal was surprisingly quite calm amid the brouhaha. My friends were slapping the table with their hands while holding their stomachs, bringing the boys' attention to them.

When she woke up the next morning, he was nowhere to be found on the bed. "Of course he left for…" Her words were cut short by the sound of the bathroom room door opening. She turned to look and her eyes almost fell off from their sockets when she saw Jamal walking out of the bathroom, with just his towel tied around his waist. His chest was bare and his eight packs were screaming "touch me!". There was steam flying all over his body and the way the water droplets trickled down his well toned muscles and apps made her swallow dryly. His hair was wet and ruffled and a few wet strands fell down his forehead almost concealing his left eye brow.

Jamal asked me and I looked up at him for I had been staring at the beautiful lake, deep in thought. Jamal was a lean man with lean muscles and long black hair which he tied up in a ponytail always. He was a fine man who paid extra attention to every part of his body. His fingernails were well-trimmed and one of his ears was adorned with a diamond ring. His wolf was also beautiful, a black furry wolf with beautiful features. I envied him a lot.

She clicked through to his page. There weren't many posts. Noah clearly wasn't the type to document his life in real time. But what was there made her stomach do something complicated. A photo from maybe six months ago. Him at the gym, shirtless, mid workout. Sweat gleaming on his shoulders and abs, muscles defined in a way that should be illegal. He wasn't posing, wasn't even looking at the camera. Someone had caught him mid rep and he looked focused, intense, completely unaware he was being photographed.

"You don't have to do so if you don't want to, Jamal. Pardon my sister. She can be too cra-" "Do you want to see my cock, Miss Davies?" Jamal asked directly, staring at her with a heated gaze. Polly gaped at him in shock. That was so forward. She glanced down at his sweatpants again and swallowed. She could see it now. She could see the outline of his cock beneath the fabric and felt her mouth water. "Yes," She mumbled shyly. Jamal didn't waste a second more. He pinched the waistband of his sweatpants and boxers and yanked them down. Polly gasped while her sister whistled at the sight of his cock dangling.

The room was dark and quiet, the only source of light being the fire place that burned and heated up the otherwise cold room. In the middle of the room was a large wooden table with a chair at both ends, Damian sat on one with Don and Leo standing behind him while Jamal Murray, a bald black man that looked to be in his mind forties with dark unforgiven eyes and a sharp cunning smile sat at the other with a stone faced guard standing behind him. Jamal was one of the few men who weren't born into this world but had managed to carve a place in it for themselves and he wasn't just some local boss running a small operation and raising his shoulders, He was the leader of the fucking Underground.

“If we’re going to do this, I need some water first. I’m thirsty.” Jamal laughed and stepped back. “Fine. I’ll get you some water.” Without waiting for a response, he turned and went outside. When he returned, he found Ashley had just showered, moisturized and was already cleaning her hair with a towel. She was wearing an oversized top with a micky mouse cartoon on it and leggings. Jamal felt himself throbbed at the sight. Seeing her in his top made him so horny. She looked good, he thought. He didn’t miss the fact that she wasn’t putting on a bra, the thought only making his dick throb.