Zayn Malik Nude Novels & Stories

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.

A knock on the door pulled me out of my thought, feeling decent enough in my silk short and camisole, I padded bare footed towards the door. "Hello there." Zayn's length was rested against the doorframe. Gone was the suit, instead, he was dressed in a pair of loosely fitted black pants and shirt. A black sandals adored his feet and on his wrist was a black Rolex watch accompanied by a black beaded bracklet. "Hey." I mumbled feeling shy and suddenly not so decent. "What are you up to?" He asked, his eyes fixed on mine, not my exposed body. "Nothing much." I answered, stepping away from the door while holding it ajar.

In short, he wanted to see her undress in front of him. Yza bit her lip and held the garter of her black panties. She didn’t wear a bra, as her dresses had their own foam padding. So, the only remaining piece on her innocent body was her panty. She quickly lowered it, and Adam immediately snatched it, tossing it somewhere. Yza’s eyes followed its path. He took a deep breath, seeing her shaved pussy when she stood fully naked in front of him. She seemed a bit shy, especially when one corner of her lips raised as a smile.

Today was a good day to reach out to Waylen again. I had learned that a nude was the fastest way to get a reply from him, so I went into the bathroom to get two pictures of me before texting him. Malik had left for work already. I would join him later. If I got Waylen to meet me, then Malik would be joining us at the venue.

Cara McKay The image was still fresh in my mind. Zayn was there completely naked with two fake blondes both completely naked. It looked like they had just screwed their brains out. At first, I had been shocked but a weird feeling had overcome me. The feeling felt like jealousy. Only stronger. I doubted it. Why would I be jealous? Zayn meant nothing to me. He was just the target of my evil plan. I was going to make him go down on his knees begging.

She followed the sound to an open bedroom door and stopped dead in her tracks. Mr. Lorenzo was sitting on the edge of his bed, completely naked. His muscular body was tense with pleasure. One strong hand was wrapped around his thick, hard cock, stroking it slowly. His eyes were glued to his phone. On the screen, Elena recognized one of the videos she had posted on I*******m last month—her in a tight top, dancing playfully at a friend’s party, her breasts bouncing with every move. He was jerking off to her.

Zayn removed his clothes to reveal his bare upper body. Everyone could see his strong, yet non-bulky muscles on his upper body. Even though his complexion was fair and clean, he radiated a powerful, explosive energy. Most importantly, he was not wearing a steel plate. He even wiggled his torso around to prove that there was no foreign object present either. Everyone was stunned. They stared at Zayn like a bunch of choked up ducks. It was a rather amusing sight to behold.

(AURIANNA'S POV) For a few seconds, my brain stops working. Like, genuinely stops. Zayne is standing there, completely naked, water still dripping down his chest, his wet hair slicked back like something straight out of a goddamn cologne commercial. Droplets slide down the ridges of his abs, over the sharp V-line of his hips, and further-oh my God. My mouth goes dry. I've seen him naked before-unfortunately, that memory from Natasha's apartment is permanently burned into my brain-but this is different.

As soon as he was done, there was a knock at the door. “Your breakfast” Anita said. “Come in” he said. Anita walked into the room and there was an almost naked Zayn staring back at her. He was in those tight underwear that showed his dick imprint. His dick was bulgy. He had a hard on. Anita immediately turned around in shame but she didn’t miss the naughty eyes and a smirk on Zayn’s face.

Morgana closes her eyes, still leaning against his chest, she stays silent for a while until she feels Zayn touching her nipple. “Oh, habib... When I first saw you, I felt na unhealthy desire to know the color of your nipples.” He says, circling his finger around one nipple. “You are so flavorful, sweet like a succulent date in the desert.” She smiles and puts her hand on top of his: “And you are the most beautiful Arab man I’ve ever seen, Zayn. I tried to call home and my dad, but no one answered.” “Try again later...” he grabs one breast, squeezing it between his fingers until she moans. “I want you to show me your sitting technique again.”