Novel & Cerita Zayn Dom Porn

You Are My Submissive And I Am Your Domino So, You Must Submit To My Command!. Britney's POV. Marrying the sweetest and coolest guy in the pack was a mere formality, but what I truly craved was a mate who could dominate me in every way possible. Someone who could fuck me relentlessly, make me beg for more, and bring me to the brink of ecstasy with just one touch. I needed a man who could make me forget all about the spineless mommy's boy I had foolishly married.

Zayne’s voice was gruff and commanding, Callum clearly present. I didn’t need to be told twice, diving in to her velvety folds, licking up the delicious nectar leaking from her core for me. I ate her pussy with the frenzy of an addict and she was definitely my favorite drug. Sarah bucked her hips wildly, chasing another high as I alternated between spearing her tight cunt with my tongue and flicking her sensitive nub. Meanwhile, Zayne ran his cock between my ass cheeks, lubricating my tight ring with the copious pre-cum leaking from his tip. His sensual moans as he stroked himself over my ass were making me crazy.

"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.

“Milk me dry, you filthy girl.” “Zayn—oh god, Zayn!” she screamed as she shattered, pussy spasming violently around him, walls fluttering and squeezing in hot, rhythmic pulses. Zayn snarled, hips snapping up hard as he came deep inside her, flooding her with thick, endless ropes of cum until it leaked out around his shaft and soaked the sheets.

The contact made Zayn go wild with a hunger fueled by pure lust. He buried his face between them, groaning as he squeezed them tightly. "Fuck, Ariana... you taste so good," he rasped, his voice vibrating against my skin. He buckled beneath me, his movements splitting me in two as I pushed down hard, meeting every thrust. I was lost in it. Suddenly, I felt one of his fingers flick over my bum, and the unexpected sensation wrung a loud, piercing moan from my throat. Without even realizing it, my claws began to elongate and I accidentally dug them deep into his shoulders, but Zayn was so far gone in the realm of pleasure that he didn't seem to mind the sting of my grip.

By this time, his hand had started to ache, but he kept going! "Who's a good girl for me? Hmm?" Zayn mumbles against her neck, his warm breath making her breath hitch. She licked her lips, biting down on her bottom lip. She opens her eyes and watches him looking straight into her soul... "You...better tell me before I press it down and make you scream," Zayn says, his hand hovering over her pelvis as her eyes bulge out! She wasn't even able to handle this! If he pressed down on her lower abdomen, giving him the best access to all her pleasure points... she would be dead meat.

Zayden went lower and with his gaze still holding mine, Zayden stuck out his tongue and gave my clit a long lick. I moaned, closing my eyes as the feeling overwhelmed me. I yelped when Zayden slapped my inner thigh and my eyes shot open. "I said, eyes on me." I breathed in and out as Zayn chuckled at the sides. "Don't scare her like that." He said to Zayden. Zayden lifted his head and shrugged, " I'm just teaching her how to be sexy." He said and Zayn laughed again. He turned his gaze to me as he saw the frown on my face.

Little had she known she was going to let Zayn do such things to her on that same bed tonight. Getting on the bed and in the position he had demanded, Zentrakii's heart thudded in uncertainty. "Spread your legs." Zayn demanded, making his way towards her extremely desirable figure. Silently, she positioned her feet in a way they laid flatly on the bed, her knees bent, slowly parting her thighs for Zayn, whose eyes eagerly waited for a better view of her pussy. The moment they parted, his cock stood in full erection, clearly seeing her wetness. The scent of her arousal wafted through the air, and he let out a low, dark chuckle as he settled in between her thighs.

“Tell me what you want.” “You,” I choke out, my legs locking around his hips, pulling him down into the heat of my center. “Now.” Zayn doesn't hesitate. He strips his boxers in one brutal, impatient movement. “You look fucking beautiful,” he snarls. He grips my hips, lifting me slightly to match his angle. He uses one hand to rub the head against my throbbing bud. Then he drives himself inside me in one deep thrust. “Ahhh! Fuck!” “Does that feel good?” he smirks, his eyes dark with lust.

My heel bumps against something solid. The doorframe. Zayne's doorframe. And then his voice, low and unmistakable, calls out my name. "Aurianna?" In that moment, I could've sworn that my soul left my body. I turn slowly, like someone rewinding a crime scene, and there he is. Zayne Beaumont, naked and sweaty, staring right at me. Behind him are the two women he was having sex with, both still naked and looking way too pleased with themselves. For one horrifying moment, no one says anything.