Troubled

Squinting my eyes, I dug the small brush of nude nail polish into the bottle and carefully brushed it over my nail, trying not to paint the skin around. Painting nails relaxed me as much as it gave me a headache. I stopped counting on how many times I cleaned the nail polish on the skin around my nails.
When I was finally done, I carefully closed the bottle and stared at my new colour. It was plain nude, but I liked it. That way I didn't have a need to bite my nails.
Blowing at my nails to dry them, I stood up from the kitchen table and tried to find Zayn. And I did find him, with my phone in his hands.

"Hey!" I frowned and ran towards him to snatch my phone away. His jaw was locked and he raised the phone in the air, out of my reach.

"So, you're still seeing your precious Leo, huh? Did you fuck him again?"

Gasping at his offensive words, I backed away because I remembered I had freshly painted nails. "What? Are you insane, Zayn?"

He growled and threw the phone on the bad, looking at me like a prey. He placed his hands on his hips and narrowed his eyes at me as we walked in a circle, me trying to run away and him trying to catch me.

"Me? Insane? So tell me, was he good?" He cocked his head to the side as we walked in a circle. I gaped at him and placed my hand on my forehead to stop the headache from forming quickly.

"Zayn!"

"No, tell me, since you like to be a fucking whore," he spat and I stopped walking. I knew that he had anger issues, but this was too much. Way too much.

"Before you call me a whore, you should know that those messages are very old. You didn't check the date, right?"

Zayn frowned harder and stopped walking. His eyes were like burning lasers.

"Of course you didn't, you possessive, insane fuck. You're calling me a whore when you were the one who fucked every female around you," I lied, because Niall had told me that he slept with only one woman. And I trusted Niall.

In only one, big step, Zayn reached me and grabbed my wrists tightly. His nostrils flared and breath quickened. With a harsh push, I was lying on the bed and staring at the ceiling. Zayn chuckled darkly and grabbed the waistband of my shorts, pulling the material down my legs before I could react.

"What the hell are you doing?" I shrieked, clutching the sheet under me and trying to climb up the bed, away from him. He smirked wickedly and grabbed my ankles. I cursed in myself for having long legs because now, they were hanging off the edge of the bed and Zayn was straddling my waist. Something in his eyes made my stomach twist, in a very delicious way. His lips looked so kissable at the moment, and I frowned because I couldn't stop myself from wanting him so much. Especially when he was angry.
That was the biggest turn on for me, it was as if the steam was flying out of the pores of his golden skin. His eyes got darker, sexy, stubbly jaw clenched very hard and eyebrows knotted together. The muscles of his perfect body were tensed. I wanted to touch every single one of them.

"Zed," I whispered his nickname, staring at him wide eyed, licking my lips and squirming lightly. He cocked his head to the side and watched me with angry eyes. Those long fingers moved under my tank top and tickled my burning skin as he inched the top higher and higher, over my head. He took off my sports bra and attached his greedy mouth on my left nipple, sucking hard and moaning against my skin. His right hand covered my whole, small breast and he squeezed hard, causing me to gasp at the feeling of pleasure and pain mixed together.

"I'm so angry with you," he growled and thrust his crotch against mine, his hard bulge rubbing against my aching womanhood.

"Oh...yes," I breathed and arched my back, resting my hands above my head. Zayn thrust again, groaning and biting his cherry red lip. I wanted to bite it instead of him.

"Zayn, give it to me," I whined, rolling my hips up to meet his clothed cock. He felt so good, hard as stone, so powerful and made for pleasuring women. He could destroy with that big cock of his.

"You want it, Angel?" he breathed, pressing his forehead against mine and rolling his hips harder. The friction was so delicious, but I wanted more. I needed all of this god-like man. His hot skin burned mine, the tattoos on his body melting into mine skin.

"Show me a man, baby," I grinned when I heard him growl like a real animal. He moved his lips down to my collarbones and sucked hard, the rough pads of his thumbs rubbing against my sensitive and hard nipples.

"You have a gorgeous body, Angel. I just want to spend my whole life fucking it and worshiping it," he hissed and my heart fluttered in my chest.

"Are you a man, Zayn?" I teased him, tangling my fingers into his glossy hair.

"Damn, I am."

"Mine?"

"Yours."

And I let him do whatever he wanted. The feeling of his body against mine was like a dream. His lips met mine and he unbuckled his belt, causing the buckle to hit against the metal and fill the silence. It was such a sexy sound, especially with his smirk and a devilish glint in his eyes.

"Gonna fuck you so hard, you're gonna cry," he laughed wickedly and kicked his jeans off his legs. Next was his t-shirt, the soft material that wrapped around his torso was on the floor now. Two necklaces hung down above my face and I reached up with my teeth to bite onto the cross one. I tugged him down and sucked on his neck harshly, marking him as mine.

"You're not supposed to have control...Leo's girl," he spat the last two words and looked at me with dominance written over his face. I rolled my eyes, looking to the right side and out of the glass balcony door. His fingers dug into the flesh of my curvy hips and caused me to gasp in pain. I turned my attention to him, his eyebrow raised as if he was daring me to be sassy again.

Zayn's breath washed over my tender breasts and he rolled the heavy flesh in his hands. Moaning softly, I enjoyed every touch of his rough skin against my soft one.

"You're mine. Mine, mine, mine..." He peppered wet kisses all over my chest, reaching down and grabbing his hard cock over the material of his black Calvin Klein boxers. His rings shone as he curled his fingers around his cock. Zayn moved my body so I was lying on my left side with him behind me; the position of spooning.

With a thrust of his hips, Zayn rubbed his erection against my butt, slowly and deeply, rolling and rolling. I looked at him over my shoulder to see him in the most beautiful state. His eyes were closed, lips wet and parted, eyebrows furrowed as he pleasured himself.

"Oh yes...I bet I can come just like this...rubbing against your perfect, peachy ass." He thrust hard and threw his head back, causing my clit to pound for attention. He pulled down his boxers and I watched in awe as the swollen crown of his manhood slapped heavily against his stomach. He lifted my right leg and threw it back around his hip so his cock was brushing against my swollen, wet slit.

"So wet and slick. Always greedy for my cock," he murmured huskily in my ear and kissed the skin behind it. My eyes rolled in the back of my head as he moved his shaft up and down my slit.

"Oh god, all swollen and red. I could look at you all day. I could eat and fuck this soft pussy all the time."

My next moan was loud as he pushed the tip of his cock in my entrance, thrusting lightly so I could feel only the tip rubbing against the walls in the beginning my pussy. He chuckled darkly when I pushed my hips back, eager to get him inside of me. I moaned again, and it sounded like a plea.

"What does my girl want? Huh?"

"Your cock. All of it," I breathed and grabbed his arm which was wrapped tightly around me, his hand on my breast.

"Oh really? Do you want this cock or Leo's?"

"God dammit, Zayn! Yours!"

"Tell me everything what I can do in bed and he can't," he demanded, his voice dripping with jealousy.

"You have the biggest cock I've ever seen. You fuck so good...dear god, Zayn...when you fuck me...I just want more and more."

"Even when I can't take it anymore, I still want you to grab me and fuck me all night. You're so good...the best."

He was definitely satisfied, and his ego must be bigger than ever. He bit my earlobe gently and moaned huskily in my ear, pushing his whole cock inside of me. I gasped and grabbed onto his arm tighter. He didn't even move.

"Oh god, yes. This is heaven." He pulled out and thrust harder, moving quickly, in and out. I moaned in relief and pleasure as his cock slammed inside of me, rubbing against the sweetest spot. His hand moved down my stomach and the tips of his fingers circled on my clit. The pleasure grew bigger.

"That's right, Angel." He smiled against my neck and moved harder, causing me to mewl and moan uncontrollably. The tip of his swollen cock hit my g-spot non-stop. He slapped his fingers against my clit and earned a scream from me.

"Yes, yes, yes...oh god," Zayn moaned and pounded inside of me without stopping, his heavy balls slapping against my buttocks.

"I want you to come for me. Right now," he panted in my ear and my muscles tensed, the walls of my pussy clenching around his cock and squeezing him as I orgasmed in bliss.

"Ah, yes...that's right..." He sighed and came in thick spurts inside of me. His fingers stopped rubbing on my clit as he moved his cock slowly out of me, in and out, taking the last drop of pleasure.

With a huff, Zayn pulled out of me and wrapped his arms around my trembling body.

"Thanks for not making me cry...but I can't breathe..." I gasped and caused him to chuckle in my hair sweetly.

Notes

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