Zack Dickson Onlyfans Novels & Stories

Zara's POV “Oh God, Daddy,” I moaned, my head pressing back into the pillows as my body started to shake harder. “I’m gonna come… please… don’t stop… it feels so fucking good.” He didn’t stop. He kept fingering me fast and deep, his fingers curling and rubbing that spot inside me while the vibrator buzzed hard on my swollen clit. “Come for me, little dove,” he growled, his voice rough and commanding. “Come all over my fingers. Let me feel this tight pussy squeeze me while you fall apart.”

3. JAYLA I lay on my mother’s bed, body still trembling from the relentless fucking on the couch, my red lingerie twisted and soaked. My pussy throbbed openly, aching and empty, leaking a steady trickle of my cream onto the expensive sheets. Dickson stood over me, his thick cock glistening with my juices, chest rising and falling as he stared down at me like a man finally unwrapping something he’d craved for years.

I’ve imagined this so many times… It’s even better than I imagined. He presses his hands down either side of my head on the pillow, lifting himself up just enough that I can slip his boxers down his legs and uncage the beast within. Holy shit... A beast it is indeed. Yeah, I was definitely going to feel that in the morning. Zack smirks as he watches my eyes grow wide at the sight of his solid monster, saliva filling my mouth when he slowly runs his hand down his abs and grazes his fingertips at his bobbing length.

It's almost dawn. Zack groaned,his eyes closed in what can be interpreted as bliss. His hands trailer her ribs back to her breast and he began twerking her nipples. She moaned, her body going hot under his ardour. She felt a wetness in between her legs as he caressed and suckled her. His body stiffened and she felt his body ready to take in his full erection. He let go of her pinkish nipple from his mouth, he raised her leg and wrapped it around his waist. He settled himself against her pussy. Lying side by side and his hand holding the soft flesh of her thighs, he slammed into her, welcoming her body in one swift movement.

I pull at the tank top he is wearing. “Uhm ... I have kinda been sweating in this one all day darling”. He looks slightly confused. I bury myself in his chest, his scent washing over me and Zyka shutters with delight. “Hmm I know, that is exactly why I want this one”. *Zac* “Okay ... so you are some robot from the future … or like a psychic right ? Like you know just how to drive me crazy right”. I bite my lip looking down at her … Why is the fact that she wants my dirty shirt such a freaking turn on ? Why is everything about her a freaking turn on ?

Sara’s POV Back at the penthouse, the loneliness and confusion gnawed at me. Zack’s cold demeanor in Paris still lingered in my mind, and I needed a distraction. I decided to browse social media, hoping to find some clues or at least divert my thoughts. Opening I*******m, I went straight to Zack’s profile, scrolling through his posts and tagged photos. It was like stepping into a world where he lived a completely different life. One post after another showcased his professional achievements, glamorous events, and stylish outings, all portraying a confident and charismatic man. The stark contrast between his online persona and the man I knew in private was jarring.

Aria sat on her living room floor at 3:12 AM, laptop burning hot on her thighs. The photo Ghost sent stared back at her; her green dress, Marcus’s hand on her arm, taken from way too close. She felt sick. She opened OnlyFans for the last time. Her balance sat at $128,400. Most of it from him. Her hands were shaking as she went to the payout section and requested a full withdrawal to her bank account. It would take two days to process, but she wanted every cent out. Then she went into settings, scrolled to the bottom, and clicked the red button.

Verena I stumbled on my husband’s OnlyFans subscription before his business trip to the Bahamas two weeks ago. Since that time, the unclad photographs of those women have been stuck in my head, haunting me at every given chance. While others would have confronted their husbands, I didn’t. Instead, I decided to see the bigger picture and decided to turn the situation to my advantage. Now that I knew the kind of women and kinks Kian was into, it meant that if I dressed like those women, Kian’s waning attraction would be reignited.

Her voice was casual, entrepreneurial, like selling nudes on OnlyFans, but this was next level. Comments exploded. 'Show that pussy!' 'Make it hurt.' I tossed in a hundred bucks for a private zoom, my cock leaping back to attention.

He was the kind of guy who always had a spotlight, even when there wasn’t one. And the worst part? He was also the guy I unknowingly invited to collab on my OnlyFans. I ducked behind the nearest vending machine like a damn cartoon character. My heart was thudding too fast, and my brain was trying to play catch-up. How did I not recognize him before? I mean, sure, he never showed his face in his content. Just hands, abs, sometimes lips if the lighting was artsy enough. His username was “Captain_Slick,” which should’ve been my first red flag. Who picks a name like that unless they’re trying way too hard to be cool?