Zayndomin Nudes Novels & Stories

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.

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.

A low, fierce growl vibrated violently in his chest, the sound echoing. Holding onto his broad, muscular shoulders for balance, I arched my back as he slid my trousers and lace underwear down over my hips. I kicked them off, letting them pool around my ankles. Zayn reached down to unzip his trousers, lifting his hips just enough to push his pants and boxers down to his thighs. The sheer size of him took my breath away. Guided by raw instinct, I aligned myself and slowly lowered my hips, sliding down onto his rigid length. He filled me completely, a thick, agonizingly perfect stretch that made my head roll back against the headrest.

"Zack, Ryan is here for you," Celestine yelled from the kitchen. She was making her son's favorite dish. "Coming mom." A low magnetic voice resounded from the stairs and Celestine smiled at her son. He was now turned into a fine man. He had dark brown hair and dark brown eyes just like his father. Perfect jawline and cut cheekbones. His masculine body attracted girls towards him. Zack was basketball champion and also a topper of his university. Thousand of girls flaunt around d him but he did not bait an eye on them. He remembered his mother's words.

I moaned and it took every bit of self-control to push him away when I realised Yurik could walk in at any second. "Get rid of this." I whispered pressing my palm against the bulge forming in his pants for a quick second as I climbed off him. I wiped the saliva off my lips with the back of my hand and smirked at him. He gets hard way too easily. His black slacks had tightened around the groin area and it seemed to be growing by the second Dominic stood up before adjusting the erection,keeping his back towards the front door. I watched him carefully, my mouth watering. The hottest man I've ever seen and I had him inside

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.

Zayn's hands found their way under her top and his palm made contact with her two pointy nippl£s notifying him that she wasn't wearing a bra. He pinch them gently and she moaned loudly in pleasure grinding her waist against the hard monster that she was now sitting on. He moved to fondle her twin in a rhythmic process and sucked her lower lips pleasurably. He abandoned her right bosom and his mid-finger found its way into her below treasure after pushing her panties to give way. Zayn's finger was welcomed by the warmth of her treasure which made his rod grow stronger, poor dude. He pumped in speedily and his thumb rubbed her clit as well while his left hand pinched her left nippl€s hard.