Malik Ross Nudes Novels & Stories

The door eased open, and Marcus stepped out. He was shirtless, wearing only a pair of black boxer briefs that clung to his powerful thighs and did absolutely nothing to hide the heavy, semi-hard outline of his cock. His hair was tousled from sleep, his broad chest and defined abs catching the low light. He looked dangerous. Masculine. Like pure temptation wrapped in muscle and sin. Our eyes met instantly.

I stumbled, almost spraining my ankles as they click the door shut behind them. "You really thought you could skip out on us, Mrs Brooke?" Tyron's voice was eerily calm. "We made it clear to meet us at the bleachers, but here you are dressed like a two dollar whore, with a toy that can't satisfy your cunt." Malik ripped the toy off my hands, eyes flicking down to my soaked thighs. "Have you seen yourself?? You're practically naked. I bet you were moaning our names, weren't you??" I tried to back up, my cheeks red. "Get the fuck out of my house. If you all....."

I quickly turned the screen away, but a dark smirk grew on my face. It was a very dirty picture. Milo had taken a picture of himself in the shower. He had no clothes on at all. And he had sent it directly to Talia two nights ago. "He sent her his nude pictures," I said, a dry laugh escaping my mouth. "He actually sent her dirty videos too." "That is disgusting!" Maya gagged, still covering her eyes. "Why are you laughing?" "Because," I smiled, "he just gave me a giant weapon." "What do you mean?" she asked, peeking through her fingers.

The club was a dive on the edge of downtown, all neon and shadows, where masks let girls like me shed their skins. I'd seen Malcolm there once before, from the main stage, but never close. Tonight, when the boss said 'VIP, high roller,' I strutted in blind, pole-ready, outfit sparkling like a disco ball from hell, sequined bra that pushed my C-cups to sinful peaks, matching thong that rode high on my hips, and those boots, black leather hugging my calves like a lover's grip.

Ross to his bedroom, placing him on the bed. Tom went and called the sex worker, who laid down next to Mr. Ross. They were both naked, appearing as though they had just had sex with their position. Tom took a naked picture of Mr Ross Moore and the sex worker who was wearing a black mask. I chuckled. "Thank you, Tom." "Not a problem!" He said. With the help of Tom, I was finally able to get something on Mr. Ross that would stop him from ever trying to blackmail me again. I wrote him a letter, threatening to release his private photos to the media if he ever tried to blackmail me again.

Malik replied. His hand get hold of her two cheek and he sucked on her lips. Rim started to struggle with words but her voice couldnt come out. Malik kissed each inch of her mouth violently. He unbuttoned her top and run his fingers on her nipples. Rim didn't see her legs going weak. Neither did she see him doing that to her. Malik's fingers went on to rub over all her bare chest. He gulped hard at the sight of her skin. Unknow he has a effect on her.

As I removed my elbows from the sill to give Malik my attention for a brief moment, I have to fight to keep my mouth closed. He hadn't bothered dressing, as if doing so would be an insult to his body. I couldn't assume what I saw from just seeing muscles through a wet, white dress top. This is something so daunting, and so sickening to my stomach, I found myself struggling to breathe. Decorating the thick muscle across his torso, are heart wrenching scars striking across his chest to his stomach.

People seemed oblivious at first or perhaps they wondered where this was driving at. As they got closer, I felt my fingers sweaty. My mouth went dry. As if on cue all gym shorts dropped low. The biggest one, Malik, had a dick that looked like a weapon, veined and curving up toward a purplish head that glistened with a bead of pre-cum. Fuck, it’s huge. He was shaved, clean. “You ready for this, you cheap little slut?” Malik growled, his voice a low rumble. He didn’t wait for an answer. His hand, rough and calloused, grabbed the chain between my nipple clamps and yanked.

When he pulls back I open wide for the camera, showing the creamy pool on my tongue before I swallow it all with a hoarse, satisfied moan. Malik is the final one. He grabs the back of my head with both hands and pushes in until my nose is pressed tight against him. He holds me there and pumps several long, powerful spurts directly into my stomach. I gag hard, cum and spit forcing their way out of my nose and mouth in thick streams that run down onto my already messy tits. He keeps me pinned until my head spins, then finally pulls out and slaps my cum-drenched face with his still-hard cock.

"Don't hate me, bestie, but I'd like to join them, Jessie too. You mind if I go nude?" Ella eye-fucked her friend. "Really? Oh, Molly. Me too." She watched Molly take her clothes off. "Can I try it too?" Molly got up and tossed off her tank top, showing us her perfect breasts. Elle enthusiastically followed. Jim and I, on our bed naked. Me soaked, him hard. On one screen our son and his best friend are in a sixty-nine, sucking each other's cock and now, on the other two teen girls are stripping. Neither Jim or I are touching each other or ourselves. We promised. Nothing till the kids are done. I'm dying. My pussy is running and quivering with need. Jim's cock is running pre-cum and pulsing.