Diane Morgan Nude Novels & Stories

his voice dripping with sacarsm "is it the boy who belongs to his ex fiancée and a rapist who murdered his fiancée or is it the girl who rightful belongs to me....or is it the fake husband, the contract husband you want to get back to" Diane gasped earning another smirk from Morgan. Why didn't she expect this? She should have. "Did I say something wrong or right?" "I don't know what you're talking about Morgan" her defence came out weak and she knew it so to calm the fast beating heart in her chest she brought the glass of wine and gulped it down. "You can do better than that, I thought maybe living a fake life would have thought you how to lie very well" "I won't sit here and watch you insu

I change and head for the pool. I'm in the water when Morgan comes out. The conservative bikini is now a tiny collection of triangles with a string up her perfect round ass. I work at not staring. Bad enough to lust after a high school girl, but Morgan doesn't seem to care. Must be a Florida thing, just like the boner I have looking at my fucking sister. What a perv, but I can't help it.

Diane gets up from her chair and with some anger goes to the room, she was starving, but she was not going to show Harry anything, she would wait until 6 o'clock dinner time, when she enters she realizes that the room is different from what it was when she moved in, this time the closets were empty, and the special decoration had disappeared, it smelled like lavender, and the curtains were new, the bed was perfectly comfortable, and not to mention the bathroom, a majestic bathtub, which served as a jacuzzi. Not feeling Harry's threatening eyes and not hearing in her rules a bathing schedule, she decides to take some time to soak, she was stressed and tired, it would be the best way to get th

The scent of sex clung in the air and I smirked at Noah who looked longingly at me with his red eyes. "Keep it under your loincloth, mister," I growled at him and he chuckled deeply. Morgana was surprising me with her bravado as she continued through the crowd and into the room with three thrones. Each was occupied by exceptionally attractive persons. She walked right up to a large light green-skinned male who was lounging with his muscular thighs spread and the biggest dick I'd ever seen laying across his greenish-colored thigh. His eyes were narrowed at the small woman standing before him. He had long platinum hair that framed a face like Adonis. Morgana went to her knees and bowed her hea

I moaned, my voice trembling with sinful desires. Morgan suddenly paused behind me. His lustful eyes trailed down to my peach ass, which was slightly exposed by the thin strap of my panties. He smirked lewdly before ripping it off with one strong pull. From the mirror view, I saw him lift the panties with a finger to the level I could clearly see it. Then he gave it a close, dirty look. “Hmm, you're dripping so fucking wet. Yet, someone still acts like she doesn't want my dick in her pussy,” Morgan drawled, sniffing the smell of my arousal on my undies.

She tried again, but she don't know what was wrong with the zipper, because it wouldn't move at all when pulled. "Uh, damn, come on!" Sarena grumbled to herself. "Sarena, are you still in there?" Morgan knocked on his bedroom door while asking. "I'll make breakfast, what do you want to eat?" Sarena gave up on the stubborn zipper of her dress and she took several breaths to calm herself and kept a straight face, as she opened the bedroom door. Morgan was standing in the doorway of the room, wearing only pantaloons and nothing on top, showing a fit body, with muscles in the right places, broad chest, stomach shaped like torn bread and tan skin. Exotic.

Ashley was not happy, "Why can't this work? This one didn't expose anything." Ashley was about to be pissed off by the man in front of her. If he said he hated the backless dress before, she wouldn't say anything, but this... was so tightly wrapped that he wasn't satisfied, she couldn't bear it. Morgan's face was dark. Is this woman really stupid or fake? Her body's outlines are beautiful and uneven figure, which is more exciting than the backless one. She still looks innocent and doesn't know anything. Is she a woman?

Morgan is broad and huge and even though I’ve been with him for almost a month, I have never seen him close front without a shirt. His arms flexed and he stretched a little. Everything felt like a movie—one that the next thing would be to take off the towel and make me feel his erection but that was just silly. I’m no girl in a movie and Morgan has no erection. I may be an ass sometimes but I can admit when a person is sexy and Morgan Flamur is very sexy. “What?” he asked, cocking his trimmed brow. “Figured I could jump in the shower while you were asleep.”

I couldn’t tell which, but it was enough to have me stepping slightly into the room with worry. “Diane? Are you okay?” I called louder as I pushed the door open wider. The motel room was standard issue, beige walls, a generic landscape print above the bed, and laminate furniture. There was an open laptop on the desk, and that was the source of the sounds I heard. It turned out to be a movie playing on low volume. “Hello,” came a voice from behind me. I turned around and froze. Diane stood in front of the bathroom door, completely naked.

****** Xavier sat on his couch, his gaze fixed on the led plasma television hung in his extravagantly furnished sitting room. He was about to turn it off and leave for work, when a headline caught his attention. YOUNG MASTER MORGAN WAS SEEN WITH A WOMAN LAST NIGHT AT A NIGHTCLUB. AS THE WOMAN'S FACE REMAINS UNKNOWN, NETIZENS WOULD LIKE TO KNOW WHO THE WOMAN IS…. Xavier frowned, his mind drifting back to the girl he saw in the hospital, as Morgan's wife. Could she really be Morgan's wife? They didn't even have a wedding…Who exactly was this girl?