Zara Larsson Naked Novels & Stories

I reply, my fingers trembling as I type. My body is gradually reacting, and I’m lost in the fantasy—snowy nights, his hands, no rules. This is my escape, where I don’t have to be perfect Zara, the girl who’s got it all together. A key turns in the lock, and Jess’s voice snaps me back. “Zara, you better not still be texting that creep when I’ve got pizza!” I laugh, locking my phone fast, but not before ShadowWolf’s latest message flashes: I’d taste every inch of you. My cheeks burn as I sit up, shoving my hair back.

He shook his head and I wondered if it would fall from his neck. My shoulders shook and I took several deep breaths to calm myself down. It took me some time for me to notice that the duvet had dropped from my hands and I was standing naked in front of him. But there were bigger matters to deal with, like Harper's possible cheating on me. I crossed my arms over my naked breasts in a vain attempt to cover them and walked around Harper. He tried to catch my elbow but I was too fast for him to do so. "Zara, please, we need to talk. Just let me explain." He pleaded with me while I was trying to stop the tears that threatened to escape.

Zara didn't say a word. She reached back and unsnapped her black, lacy lingerie. She pulled it away and finally, her bare breasts hung free. They were better than I'd been picturing. Plump with phenomenally pert, pink nipples. I lost track of time. Of myself. My whole universe shattered by such a simple moment. "Your turn," Zara said. I noticed she'd stopped humping the pillow completely. She was waiting for me to get set.

As he began to remove his clothes, each garment falling away, Zara's gaze was fixed on him, her eyes filled with a mixture of desire and pleasure. Her breath hitched as the sight of his exposed skin awakened a primal longing within her. The contours of his body, defined by muscle and strength, seemed to beckon her closer, fueling the fire that burned within her. Time seemed to slow as she watched him undress, savouring every moment, every movement that brought them closer to the culmination of their desires. Zara's eyes hungrily traced the lines and curves of his physique, her gaze filled with appreciation and growing hunger. Her senses heightened, capturing the sight of his bare skin, the w

Before he could explode in my mouth, I slipped him out and left his cock glaring angrily at me. “What the fuck, Zara?” Maddox hissed, getting up on his elbows and stroking himself. “Finish what you started. Right now.” I could see his restraint on the verge of collapsing. Honestly, all I wanted was to see how long he would survive this. I knew I wouldn’t have to wait too long. Taking off the robe, I felt it drop around my feet. Maddox’s eyes widened and he sucked in a sharp breath at the sight of my naked self.

And when I open my eyes, I feel more than just shocked to see myself in the mirror. “Don’t you think this is quite a lot of makeup. I mean I have never seen myself with these smoky eyes,” I say trying to stand up from the seat. “Just sit down Zara! You look perfect love. This is like experimenting yourself and you look absolutely gorgeous dear,” she says as she plays with curls of my hair. “By the way, I think Xavier will just be unconscious when he sees you in this attire,” she laughs. “Do you think so?” I ask.

And then Zara stepped out. Dressed in that stupid tunic that glimmered even at night. Her hair was pulled back in a tight braid, the ends gleaming silver. She looked relaxed, like this was all a game. The others filed in behind her—Arnou, Derek, Leena, Sylah. Arnou stood too close to her right. Bigger than the others. Darker, broader, son of Beta Magnus himself. His eyes glinted the way predators did when they smelled weakness. “Well, well. You do have a spine. No Rowan this time?” she asked mischievously. My jaw clenched, but I didn’t rise to it. Not yet.

she smiled and winked at her. Zara didn’t get it. She checked her phone; the headlines on the news had captions of bloggers and people in the comment section called her Dirty Whore, Desperate Prostitute, Gold Digger, Cheap Slut, Naughty Mistress Nat rang her for the 63rd time. But she wouldn’t budge. Isla came in, dressed in Grunge. This time she looked like a vampire energetic with blood—her dark lipstick and black hair striking in its obscenity. “Zara!”, she dropped her bag at the door and moved towards her in muted shock.

But any of that didn't happen. Zara came out of the bathroom naked and with a strong scent and she didn't recognize me. "Come here boy " she drunkenly said. "You so lucky, I'm on my heat period without knowing" she laughed. "You are going to get a lot of satisfaction tonight then" she giggled. I didn't go close to her, I was scared of taking advantage of her drunken state, but I couldn't resist her and I wouldn't want anyone to have her either.

“This is everything you’ve worked for. Don’t throw it away by being careless.” “I’m not careless.” “Yes, you are.” He leans back against the counter, wine glass in one hand, iPad in the other. “Like tonight. That was reckless. If anyone had walked in” “They didn’t.” “That’s not the point—” “Adrian.” My voice cuts him off. “What?” His eyes snap up, annoyed. I’m naked. Dress gone. Bra, panties, all of it tossed onto the marble floor. I stand in front of him, bare, unashamed, leaning against the edge of the sofa.