Zayn Dom Gay Novels & Stories

Zayn was sitting in front of the camera in blue and white plaid pajamas. The reporter asked him, “You’re now only in your early twenties. Although the scandal previously was cleared up and the company had proclaimed that you are single, can you tell us more about the type of girl that you like?” “I think it isn’t a type. I have a crush on someone.” “Is it?” The reporter asked in an excited tone, “Who is she? Is she someone inside the entertainment industry?” “Nope. She’s an outsider. She adopted me when I was young.”

But before she could glimpse at anything, she immediately ran out of the closet, yelling at him for been a pervert. Zayn walk out of the closet in grey sweatpants and plain white shirt, grinning at his wife who has tainted neck and cheek. She adjust her dove hijab before walking into the closet to change. She wore a cotton nightdress and tying her head neatly with lighter dove hijab, before leaving the closet to join him on the bed but she turn around to face the other side, their backs facing each other.

I heard Alex murmuring away, laughing, "Your wife is so cute." # . . CONTINUE Thanks to the loyal readers of my husband is gay. Your comments and ratings mean a lot to me. A little bit of information about this novel, I've actually written it on one of the Orange W. platforms and to introduce it to the outside world, I changed it to English. I hope this novel is also of interest there. Thank you again and don't forget to be happy

"Zaddy," That wasn't the name. Where that one had come from, he had no idea. But it was like she just emptied a tank of gasoline on his fire, and he wanted to explode. He abruptly shot up, lifting her with him in the process, like she was a feather. He plunged her back into the soft leather seat converted to bed, panting hot breaths on her face, piercing into her soul, "What did you just call me?" Taking aback, Shola clasped her palm over her mouth. Zaddy was a term she'd always used to refer to a Zayn Malik looking kind of sugar daddy; her kind of man. A man like Solano Vicenze.

Zayn’s soft voice spoke up, and I raised my gaze to look at him. “A bit tense and unsettled.” “The doctor would be here in no time.” He replied, and I nodded, “You could help out, you know that right?” Zayn didn’t know it but having sex with him last night was actually helpful in relieving some mentally draining thoughts about Carter. “How?” He smirked, acting oblivious to what I was asking for. “Don’t make me beg.” I muttered, my voice barely a whisper, but he still kept a naive look.

If I continued to remain like this, there was no doubt that his domineering demeanor wouldn't stay just in the bedroom. Zayn threw me a sly smile as his fingers threaded into my hair, kissing me hard. I moaned into his lips and ran my hand down his bulging arm muscles. His tongue rubbed over mine, turning me into mush as he wrapped an arm around me and played with my breasts roughly. “Ah!” A breath escaped my lips, still sensitive from my recent orgasm when he suddenly plunged into me with a forward thrust. My knees buckled as he pulled out and moved forward again, hitting my G-spot with his hard cock.

Zayn whistled and wrapped his arm around my waist as we danced together. "What are you doing here, by the way? Isn't it usually a girls' event? Or unless you are-" I left him hanging and when he realised what I was just about to say, he let go of me. "What the hell!! I am not gay." He firmly rejected my hypothesis. "You know what, I also said the same thing to him but he was hell bent on coming here." Beth added and I stopped dancing at her revelation.

Zayn walked straight to me, unbuckling his belt even as he approached and unzipped his fly before he brought his still-covered erection within three inches of my face. I jerked back a little and I trembled harder, as I fought between wanting to flee and staying. Casually, Zayn put his left hand in my hair and gathered it in a loose ponytail in his hand. "Look at me." He ordered, turning my face upward as he spoke. I obeyed, my eyes filled with hatred and my nostrils flaring as I watched the amusement on his face as I struggled. With his right hand, he freed his dick from his underwear tugging the boxer briefs down to his scrotum to expose his member properly.

Zayn invited everyone to take a seat and looked toward Queenie, “It has been a long time since we last met, Queenie!” Queenie smiled shyly. “It’s been long.” Zayn took a glance without changing his expression. “This is?” Queenie explained, “This is my boyfriend, Kayson Yarde.” The corner of Zayn’s eyes twitched, and his gaze turned colder at once. “Queenie, you’re the only one with a partner tonight here. You’re going to have to punish yourself by taking three shots!” Queenie nodded. “Sure thing, sure thing!”

It was all so tiring, and I was so done. The door slid open just as I was putting on some clothes. Zayn walked in, shutting the door behind him. He was wearing his usual stupid grin, and it only annoyed me even further. I eyed the beta from the mirror, still buttoning my shirt. “Hey, Dommy,” Zayn greeted, slinging a hand over my shoulder. “You didn’t even let me say ‘come in’ first,” I scoffed, eyeing him in the mirror as I fiddled with my shirt.