Malik Ross Nudes Novels & Stories

"Signor Rossi, you wanted a private session after hours?" Marco Rossi stood in the center of the sunlit studio, barefoot on the wooden floor, wearing loose black shorts and a fitted tank that showed off his powerful arms and chest. Tall, olive-skinned, with sharp cheekbones and intense hazel eyes that always seemed to see too much. At 35, he owned half the luxury villas along this coast and moved like a man who controlled everything around him. He watched me unroll my mat. "Call me Marco. And yes, I need you to push me today, hard."

He pulled the trigger again. CLICK. "Jam?" he muttered, shaking the arm. "No," a voice said from the pile of broken crates. "Rust." I looked up. Malik was standing. He was swaying, holding his broken ribs with one hand, wiping blood from his mouth with the other. But he was standing. His violet eyes were dim, the inhibitor frequency dampening his power to a fraction of its strength, but he wasn't powerless. He held out a trembling hand toward Kazi’s gun.

Nathan said pulling his joggers down and taking his shirt off standing in his tight boxers that showed his print and I moaned at the sight. After both Malcolm and I laid naked, Nathan tossed me a condom then he started making out Malcolm. I looked down at my already hard shaft licking my lips then made my way towards them. I grabbed the lube squeezing some on my fingers then pulled Malcolm's ass apart slipping my finger into him. He moaned as his tight warm heat wrapped around my finger. I added another then thrust my fingers into him while kissing his neck and he moaned. Nathan grabbed the back of my head kissing my lips while my fingers penetrated Malcolm's hole. He clenched as I thruster

“We’re rogues. We don’t do things the ‘wolf way.’ And I don’t want sagging teats like those village women who feed for a year.” He growled every time, but he didn’t stop me. He couldn’t. Scarlett’s tiny fist curled around my finger, and for a heartbeat, something soft fluttered through me. Something dangerous. Vulnerable. No. I wouldn’t let motherhood make me weak. A rogue approached from the main doors. “Crimson,” he said, bowing slightly. “Malik wants you.” I adjusted Scarlett and swept past him. Malik was waiting for me on the black stone dais, shirtless, gleaming with sweat from the fight, tattoos like sin carved over his chest.

Marina blurted, but there was excitement in her eyes. “So what’s it gonna be?” Malik grinned. “Take it off!” Devonte added. I started to protest. “Now wait a—” “A bet’s a bet, white boy,” Jamal interrupted. Marina stood. “He’s right, honey.” She undid her shorts and let them fall to her ankles, then kicked them away. She stood in nothing but a pair of pink silk panties, her ass cheeks spilling out. She turned slowly in front of them. Malik and Devonte whistled.

Then, with a playful twinkle in his eye, he asked, "What brings you here, Your Highness?" I wrinkled my nose at him, teasingly. "Can we stick to being informal? Call me Ezinne." He shook his head, his expression half-amused, half-serious. "Unless you have a wish to be offered my head on a platter. I would pass." I shrugged, casting a furtive glance Malik’s way. He stood bare-chested in the middle of the training field, his skin gleaming with sweat under the morning sun. The play of muscles across his torso was a mesmerizing sight; they rippled with each movement, tightening and relaxing as he demonstrated a combat move. Those same arms that had held me so closely last night— arms that were s

Determined not to waste a moment of this forbidden pleasure. Resting my palms on his muscled chest, I roll my hips, dragging his cock in and out of my tight channel. Frost and Malix are watching us, heat burning in their eyes. They’re both gloriously naked, the raw beauty and masculinity of their forms only accented and complemented by the dark shadows that curl over their skin like tattoos. I can’t look away from them as I increase my tempo, bouncing up and down on Kian in a way that makes him grunt.

I replied playfully. "We can do naked but that is something that you and I can take pictures of privately." Rustin replied. "I only agreed to you being topless since they promised no male crew." "Right? It's not like my breast is going to exposed in any of the pictures." "You naked is not a view I'd want to share with anybody."

His hands squeezed my breast hard and that earned him a moan, he seemed to be enjoying the sounds I made as he squeezed my breasts even harder. He finally removed his hand from underneath my shirt and removed his mouth from my neck. Getting off my body. But Malcolm was far from being done. “Strip.” His commanding voice filled the room as he knelt on the bed, his weight dipping it down. I froze, Malcolm was asking me to go naked in front of him. I’ve never been nude in front of a man before. It always ended with kisses and when Mykel tried venturing far, I stopped him. “Strip or do you want me to do that for you?” Malcolm’s deep voice tore through the silence as I shook my head.

I slipped quietly through the kitchen door. What I saw froze me. Marina stood at the counter with a tray of snacks, her back to Malik. He was pressed up close, whispering in her ear, his large hands groping her ass through her shorts. Marina’s eyes were half closed, her chest rising and falling. I could’ve sworn I heard her whisper back the words black cock. They both turned when they sensed me. Malik pulled his hands away like nothing had happened. “We were just on our way back,” he said casually, grabbing the beers.