Malik

Your breath caught in your throat as you stared into the familiar dark eyes of your stepbrother’s best friend, Malik. He stood in the hallway, his gaze running down your naked body. The air between you crackled—part humiliation, part something hotter.

"Damn, shorty," he murmured "You always make an entrance, huh?"

Malik’s smirk deepened as he took a slow step forward, the floorboard creaking under his weight. His gaze never left your body, dark and knowing, as he reached for the hem of his shirt.

"You want me to strip too?" His voice was low, rough with amusement. "So you’re not the only one standing here looking like sin?"

The fabric slid up his torso, revealing taut muscle, the faint sheen of sweat gliding over his skin. Your breath hitched as he tugged it over his head and let it drop to the floor. His fingers hovered at the buckle of his belt, pausing just long enough to watch your reaction.

Despite the situation you were in moments before, you were stood frozen, like a deer in headlights.

Malik’s belt buckle clinked as he undid it with one smooth tug, the leather sliding free with a whisper. His jeans hung low on his hips for a breathless second before he pushed them down, letting them pool at his feet. Out sprang his cock, thick, dusky, already half-hard and curving up towards you. A vein pulsed along the length, twitching as he took another step closer.

You couldn't help but stare at it.

"It's huge!" you exclaim accidentally, the words slipping out before you can bite them back.

Malik’s grin turns wolfish, his fingers dragging lazily up his own length, making it harder, bigger, as he admires your naked female body, you're huge tits, and your exposed shaven pussy.

"Yeah?" He takes another step, the heat of his body pressing into your space, the musk of him—spice and sweat—filling your lungs. "You wanna get a better look?"

Your pulse thrums between your thighs, still slick from earlier, as he closed in on you, you could feel the head from his hard pulsing cock close to your belly. His free hand catches your chin, tilting your face up. "Or," he murmurs, thumb brushing your lower lip, "you wanna put that pretty mouth to work?"

Your breath hitched as Malik’s thumb pressed against your lip, his cock twitching against your stomach. “Wait” you gasped, tearing your gaze from his body to scan the empty hallway behind him. “Where’s my stepbrother? Isn’t anyone else home?”

Malik’s grin didn’t falter, "Don't worry, no one else is in, I came looking for him, but... I found something much better!"

Malik’s grip on your chin tightened as his lips crashed into yours, hot and demanding. You gasped against his mouth, his tongue sliding in to claim yours with a low growl. His other hand, rough, calloused, cupped your breast, kneading the soft flesh as his thumb flicked over your nipple, sending a jolt straight to your core.

You arched into him, your bare skin pressed flush against his, the heat of his cock branding your stomach. You couldn't let this happen again...

Your mind was arguing with it's self, but your body had other ideas, your fingers instinctivly reached out to wrap around Malik’s thick, warm cock. The weight of it filled your palm, velvet skin stretched taut over steel, pulsing against your grip. A low groan rumbled from his chest as you squeezed experimentally, your thumb brushing the slick bead of precum from his tip.

He broke the kiss with a sharp exhale, forehead pressing against yours as his hips rolled forward, feeding more of his length into your fist. "Fuck, you like that babe?," he gritted out.

"It's so big," you gasp again, your fingers barely able to circle his girth as he throbs against your palm.

Malik's dark eyes drop to your breasts, his free hand kneading the soft flesh with rough appreciation. "And these?" His thumb swipes over your nipple, making it peak. "Fuckin' perfect."

Malik’s breath was hot against your ear as he nipped at your lobe, his voice rough with want. "Your room, the living room, or the bathroom—pick one, babe. Now." His cock twitched impatiently in your grip, leaking against your fingers.

You knew you should have ended this now, instead you said...