Jamal Murray Nudes Novels & Stories

I slide one arm under her shoulders, the other under her knees. — No one touches her but me. The noise of the journalists reaches us here. I can feel their cameras behind the glass of the hallway, like insect eyes filming everything. I don’t care. Let them see. Let them understand that you don’t touch a Belval without plunging an entire world into chaos. I straighten up, Lyra in my arms, fragile and burning with blood. I turn my head toward the commissioner who has just arrived, his face defeated. — You will pay for this.

The private gate opened. Jamal “J-Rex” Thompson, the world-famous Black NBA superstar and music mogul, stepped onto the terrace. Towering at 6’10” with a powerfully sculpted body, his dark skin gleamed under the setting sun. He was known for dominating both the court and the charts. Victoria’s breath caught. “I don’t want the polite version tonight,” she said, voice husky. “I want the raw one.”

Kade replied frankly, continuing to undress. “What’s the matter, Karim?” Mully smirked. “Never seen a naked person before?” “Is this some weird sex cult?” Neither Kade nor Mully could hold back the laughter that erupted from them. Karim however, failed to see what was so funny about what he had said or why Kade was the only one now standing in only his boxers. Mully had made no attempts to follow suit and didn’t appear to plan on doing so either, leaving Karim even more confused about what was going on.

It was a screenshot from her roommate, Tasha. The image showed Jayla’s bare breasts, the one she’d sent Justin six months ago when they were still good. Her dark nipples tight from the cold dorm room air that night, the silver hoop piercing glinting under the lamp. Below it, another screenshot: her ass in the mirror selfie, cheeks spread just enough to show the pink slit between them, fingers holding herself open the way he’d begged her to. The caption read: “Campus bicycle finally leaked, who's next?”

Amara was going crazy with all the things happening so suddenly. "You don't stand a chance my dear Amara." Ivan walked in without wearing a shirt revealing his tattooed mafia body. A dirk-evil smile was dancing on his lips. The crazy look on his face made Amara realize what type of mess she had gotten herself into. "Why can't I? She is another Celestine and I can take care of her." Amara did not want to give up.

He heard Miriam release a long sigh. He laid her down on the bed gently and continued kissing her. He took her nipple in his fingers and rolled it around. As he watched her facial expression, it was of pure bliss. Jamal took off his upper clothing and sighed. He watched as Miriam played with the hair on his chest, smiling seductively. But his mind wasn't in the game, he couldn't even bring his manhood to rise for her despite all she was doing. He stood up from the bed and put his clothes back on.

I asked Jamal once I walked in, rounding the pool to sit on the floor behind him where he was still soaked in the pool, head still resting back with eyes closed. He leaned forward, giving me a view of his broad back. My gaze wandered over the sleek, muscular expanse of his back, glistening with droplets of water from the pool. The defined ridges of his shoulders and trapezius muscles stood out, evidence of his strength and physique.

What are you doing, Sera? I burst out laughing. Jamal is something else, he can’t just take the Alpha from his pack to his pack. That was just crazy. ‘I’m having a bath.’ ‘Without me, I’m sad. You won’t believe how many nasty fantasies I have had about us in the bathroom. Just got out of the shower after moaning your name.’ ‘Pervert!’ I grinned, sliding a finger through my hair. ‘Only to someone that I’m interested in.’ My eyes turned inward and texted me quickly, I waited for him all night and Jamal didn’t come home.