Dirty One Direction Imagines

Dirty Zayn Imagine *Cheating*

His tongue poked at my bottom lip and I without hesitation granted him entrance. I was so into the kiss I didn’t know he had removed my bra until it hit my feet. Like I said I was so into the kiss that next thing I knew I was lying flat on my back in the bed while Zayn pulled on my panties. His hot muscle ran up my slit spreading what I had already released. My hands tangled in his hair finding something to subside so much pleasure. His eyes boring into mine. My clit was ferociously attacked by his tongue. He pulled at it with his teeth bringing me to a whole new level of ecstasy. And just as I was about to release all I had he pulled away. He smirked as his face inched closer to mine connecting our lips. I closed my eyes but they shot open as I felt Zayn’s fingers thrust in me at a rapid pace. For a few seconds I found no air. He looked me dead in the eye with so much lust. I don’t think I’ve seen such hunger in him in a long time. I was close to my climax when Zayn once again pulled away. He pulled me up and I quickly got on my feet removing his shirt. I let my fingers trace his toned chest before looping them in his jeans. I unbuckled his belt and button unzipping and removing his jeans all in a few seconds. I pulled his underwear down, it pooling at his ankles. Getting on my knees I wrapped my left palm around his length. It stood tall and proud. I reached my high and clenched around him. “Perrie” the last moan I heard from him. My eyes watered, shutting them quickly pretending to still be riding it out. Throughout the whole sex session Zayn had been thinking about Perrie but I couldn’t blame him. I asked him to give me what he gave her and he did