Morgan Griffin Nude Novels & Stories

Pulling the door open, he was there. Lucas Griffin... standing before me, wearing nothing but gray sweatpants that hung dangerously low on his hips. His chest was bare, a sinful display of sculpted muscle and smooth, tanned skin, a faint trace of water still glistening along his collarbone as if he had just stepped out of the shower himself. His signature smirk curled at the corner of his lips, those dreamy eyes raking down my barely covered body with no shame whatsoever. "Damn, babydoll," he murmured, leaning against the doorframe, his voice like liquid sin. "You should answer the door like this more often. It’s… entertaining."

Will you please pull yourself to together"Morgan says, walking up to me as she snatches the bag of chips from me. “Girl you got to move on, so what your nude photos went viral, you're not the first it's happened to. Besides you looked sexy as hell in that photo so I don't see why you need to wallow in self guilt”She says with a bossy tone as she crash next to me. “ I love you"I say, laughing out with tears threatening to slip out of my eyes. “ I still got fired tho”I chirp. “As long as you don't regret what Happened between you and Mr sexy, life moves on darling. Soon they'll forget about the article and focus on another next big gossip"She says, taking my hands into hers smiling.

But he wasn't quite ready for the sight that greeted him. Morgan lay sprawled across their king-size bed, naked, her blonde hair fanned out across his pillow. On top of her was a brunette woman, equally naked, the fingers of one hand tangled in Morgan's hair, he couldn't see where her other hand was, but he could guess. Time stopped. The world tilted on its axis as Grayson stood frozen in the doorway, unable to process what he was seeing. He’d known—sure—even prepared himself for it—but seeing it was something else.

I didn't even care anymore about how much I was drinking or not; I just focused on whether Ethan would drink or not for each statement. In the end, I discovered some dirty and even relevant things about Mr. Morgan. I found out that besides having had a threesome and being cheated on, he had also had phone sex, sent intimate photos, and frequented a BDSM club. And that he had never cheated or had sex in public. I confess that the club thing scared me a bit. But what surprised me the most was learning that he had never cheated on anyone. It made me feel a little guilty for thinking so poorly of him. We were about to start a second round when Will announced that dinner was ready.

I don't have to worry about the headmistress, the gym teacher, and everyone else that hates me. Griffin leaned against the front door, his getup is sexy in his bad boy charm. White tank top, leather jacket with the sleeves cut off, and a pair of dark blue jeans tucked into black boots. He may not have my sense of fashion, but whatever he's doing works for him. My cheeks warmed, does he know what happened between me and Dell? Nah, I'm sure he doesn't. "I'm ready." He looked up from his phone, running his gaze over my attire.

But he, Griffin, is different, and if we ever meet again, both single and without problems, then maybe we have a chance. “Mmm… Griffin…” I moaned while he was behind me. We were in the water now, both naked. We had just finished exploring the island we visited, which was composed mostly of limestone. In fact, we are currently surrounded by massive rocks, making it feel like we have our own private pool that only we know about. My back was pressed against his front, and I could feel his hard member poking against me. One of his hands was on my chest while the other was at my throbbing center, where he was finger-fucking me with two fingers while his thumb strummed my clit. He was also kissing

Cindy laughed out loud mockingly. “Then give us two minutes to do so.” And just when Cassandra ended the call and gave Grace the phone, Grace typed some stuff, and before you knew it, she dropped the video too. “She is a bitch! Bitches, I mean!” Grace said and heaved a sigh; immediately she had dropped the video, to the surprise of Cassandra. “Love, you really uploaded those videos?” Cassandra asked; she was also surprised. Because damn! It was disgusting. It will really cause a lot In the internet, it will be termed as leaking nudes and sex tapes of sluts who were having an affair with the famous Alpha, Alpha Nelson, even for the fact that he was married.

Since he wasn’t panting or snarling, I couldn’t see why Beki thought there was a problem. Yawning, I shuffled to Griff’s side of the bed and poked my head through the curtains. Griff stood at the other end of the room by one of the windows with his head bowed, his gaze fixed on the screen of his mobile phone. Sunlight bathed the right side of his body and face, turning the ends of his hair a rich mahogany and his tanned skin a luscious shade of gold. My mate was naked, his muscular chest rising and falling as though he found whatever he was reading distressing.

“Honestly sir, I’m not quite sure. I found Mr. Nelson’s seminude body rather stimulating. I kept envisioning him in his former uniform and wishing he would handcuff and fuck me. I noticed sir that your smaller, stocky stature lends you to be very advantageous with a woman of my size if I was bent over like in the picture. And from the right vantage point it was perfect to line up Mr. Grier under me paying attention to my exposed nipples as I foresaw the four of us in this way.” “How did the sketch make you feel?” “Rather turned on, Sir, I’ve always admired older men. I was also embarrassed, Sir. I didn’t want to show you the picture at all thinking it might offend you.” “Are you sure you wer

He must have known what was on my mind when he whispered,“Jesse doesn’t have to know. This stays between us.” The mention of Jesse sent a sharp twist of guilt through my gut, but it only made me harder. Before I could overthink it, Morgan was pulling me on top of him, straddling his lap. I could feel his thick cock pressing up against my ass through our clothes, massive and insistent. I ground down instinctively, whimpering at the friction. “Fuck, you’re eager,” he chuckled as his hands gripped my hips. He rocked me against him, letting me feel every inch. “Take your clothes off, boy. Let me see what I’ve been missing.”