Malik Ross Nudes Novels & Stories

“It’s all over the internet.” My heart dropped to the pit of my stomach. I did not need more details to know what she was talking about. Tears instantly pooled in my eyes. Malcolm opened the door and rushed inside. “Ro...” Worry clouded his features as he sat beside me and wrapped his arms around me. “Have you seen it?” I asked as the tears continued flowing down my cheeks. “My...” I gasped, “my nudity is all over the internet.” My chest tightened and I could barely breathe. I needed air.

Hurried back home as fast as possible, barely making it to my room before stripping myself naked. I jumped on the bed and my phone was out in seconds, pulling up my favorite BBC p**n site. But tonight, it was not random videos. I closed my eyes and pictured Coach Marcus. That massive frame towering over me with his shorts down, revealing a thick black cock bigger than any I had seen online. Veined, heavy, and a glistening tip.

Malik unclasped and drew one nipple between his fingers, pinching slightly. He bent his head and deftly took her nipple into mouth, sucking greedily, his other hand teasing her free nipple, turning it into a hardened point. Following her arched back, he laid her on the bed, planting kisses, biting lightly from her collarbone, his fingers still teasing her nipples, to the edge of her sex. Bracing himself on his elbows, he leaned closer and took a deep breath. "You smell so good, I bet you'll taste so good I might get stone drunk after all"

My eyes rolled back into my head as I came shamelessly, naked and open in front of this strikingly hot man. Russo El Massimo.

his deep baritone echoed from inside. I took one final breath, forcing my expression into what I hoped was a mask of cold indifference, and pushed the door open. I stepped into the room, ready to demand why he had been treating me like garbage—but the second my eyes landed on him, every single thought flew straight out of my head. Malik was standing near his wardrobe, entirely bare-chested. Oh, sweet Goddess. The dim afternoon light filtered through the windows, reflecting the golden-bronze sheen of his skin.

A low sound escaped his throat. He lay back on the bed, knees bent, feet still on the floor. The napkin stayed pressed to his face as he worked his belt open with his other hand. Zipper down. He shoved his pants and underwear just low enough to free his cock. It sprang up, thick and flushed, already leaking at the tip. Malik wrapped his hand around himself and stroked once, root to head. His hips jerked up into the grip. “Kai,” he whispered.

The tip of it glistens, and I swallow heavily as I eye the veins running up and down its shaft. “Strip, and get that sweet little pussy of yours on my cock, Jacqueline.” “Strip!” “‘Ride that cock, you little slut!” I’d almost forgotten about the crowd watching. I step out of my bikini bottoms and undo my top. Mr. Rossi’s eyes roam my body, taking in my tits and cunt appreciatively. “Turn around. I want to see that delicious ass of yours.” Feeling embarrassed yet flattered, I turn, giving Mr. Rossi a full view.

I was close—too close—thighs shaking, abs clenching. “Gonna come—Malik—I’m—” He pulled off, fingers still buried deep. “Not yet. I want you to come on my cock.” He stood, shoving his own shorts down. His dick was massive—thick, veined, dark, the head glistening. He stroked himself, eyes locked on mine. “Turn around,” he rasped. “Hands on the lockers. Ass out.” I obeyed—fast—palms slapping metal, back arched, ass pushed toward him.

He looks less frightening now. Fuck me, Rhett. There's a fully naked man in front of me with a dangling long cock. Damn, that must be around ten inches. Its colour is espresso, darker than the man's deep chocolate skin. Shit! He's really endowed. Why the fuck are these men mouthwatering?

He placed them between his fingers and went back and forth with them. Her nipples which were soft and fallen soon became hard and rigid. ‘Mr. Ross, what’s going on?’, Isioma said as Ross continued to kiss her. Isioma took off his shirt. She has never seen a man with such a hot body before. He had broad shoulders. His chest was so huge and his dark abs were showing so much. His abs were chiseled and strong. He must have trained so hard to get them. The lines were so deeply crafted inside his body. ‘A work of art’, Isioma thought to herself — even a perfect bar of Cadbury Nutzy Chocolate could never.