Zayndomin Nudes の小説・ストーリー

This is for Zandra. XXX

I started riding him, rolling my hips in deep circles before bouncing up and down. Zayd’s hands gripped my ass, guiding me as he watched my tits bounce. “Fuck, you look so good like this,” he groaned. “Riding your stepbrother’s cock like a desperate little slut. Does it feel good, Layla? Better than any other guy?” “So much better,” I moaned, bouncing harder. “Your cock is so big… it fills me completely.” He sat up suddenly, wrapping his arms around me and sucking hard on my nipples while I continued riding him. The new angle made his cock hit even deeper. I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding him close as I fucked myself on him faster.

Ugh! You bastard! It was Yael Domingo. The man who changed my brother, Spence’s friend. He was doing a dirty activity exactly on my bed! In front of my eyes, fuck, I’m witnessing it all! I can see his naked back, his butt, and leg. The girl below him has her legs wide open for Yael, like a fucking frog. His hips continued to thrust forward and back, and I watched their moves. He was fast, it looked rough, and then he went even faster, slowed down, and fast again!

He helped me get into bed and he got in after me, pulling me to his chest and slowly rubbing my back that eyes began to droop. This wasnt right. This was so wrong. My eyes finally closed as darkness washed over me. – When I opened my eyes, the room was empty. I got up from bed, yawning as I thought everything was a dream when the bathroom door pulled open and Zayn walked in with nothing but a towel wrapped around his hips. My mouth almost dropped to the floor as I took in his well defined abs and v-line that could make any girl or woman drool. “Eyes are up here.” he said and I looked at his face, seeing him smirk.

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.

Nana shrugged and moaned when his finger weave into her toes making all the muscles there to unveil. Zayn's pupils dilated and he yawed his eyed to hers where she easily caught it. He's told her time and again how much her moans turn him on and she did that unintentionally but he still got it. She shivered seeing the desire swirling his eyes and the way his hands move from her toes up to her calf then to her knees, moving the gown she is wearing up as he move his hands up her mocha coloured skin complexion.

I turned, frantically searching for an exit, but my breath caught in my throat when I saw him. Zayren stepped out of a room, his dark hair damp, strands falling over his forehead as he rubbed a towel against them. The top buttons of his white shirt were undone, revealing the defined lines of his collarbone and the glistening droplets of water trailing down his skin. His black dress pants clung to his frame, exuding an effortless dominance. His eyes found mine, and a slow, knowing smirk curled his lips. “So, my love,” his voice was deep, husky... dangerous. “You’re finally awake.”

My hand darted to my clit, my fingers rubbing furiously as I sought the release that had been denied her. Zayn smirked, his eyes dark with dominance. “Not yet,” he commanded, his voice firm. He took control of the scene, barking orders as more men entered the room. These were not just any men… they looked dominant, ruthless, their eyes hungry as they assessed my body. I was their toy now, and they intended to use me to the fullest. Without hesitation, they bent me over, my hands pressed against the wall as they positioned me. “Touch your toes,” one of them growled, his hand gripping my hip to steady me. I complied, my back arching as I stretched, my ass presented to them like an offering.

His knee refuses to let me close my legs, tongue trailing a sinful path on my neck, controlling my heartbeats on the tip of his fingers. But, before we could process, the door knocked and slightly opened, “Sir the–” Zayne’s eyes darkened, glaring towards the door, “Out. Now.” His assistant, absolutely frightened of his reaction, scrambled away. Zayne turned back to me, his shirt already undone, exposing the enticing abs. He pulled my legs around his waist, forcing me into a heated contact. “Can’t you see I am about to teach soon-to-be Mrs. Nightwood a lesson?”

I admitted. "Maybe I can help?" Zayn got behind me and I watched him through the mirror. His bulge pressed against my butt and he moved his right hand down, towards my skirt. Zayn pulled my skirt up, and the look in his eyes made me even wetter. His fingers knew right where to go, and he moved my underwear to the side and started rubbing on my nub. "You’re so wet for me." His left hand went to my top, and he cupped my breast through my bra. Then his hands went inside my bra, and he started rubbing my nipple between his fingers.