Morgan Stark Nude Novels & Stories

He loved what we were doing. I spent almost half an hour on the river and when I was satisfied, I turned to look at the tree where Mortel was. My mouth shaped an “o” after what I just saw. He was still there, sitting in one of its roots. But his two hands are busy doing some illicit things. He was masturbating with his right hand while the other one is holding my underwear as he smelled in right on his nose. Instead of feeling disgusted, I chuckled at that sight. Mortel is handsome. He’s also tall and has a tanned body. His chest is chiseled and well-defined just as his muscles in his arms were.

"Heather, don't cry, please! I would never hurt you like this!" Morgan stirs at the voices. He stretches and smiles, his manhood on full display. He sees his beautiful mate across the room and winks. Morgan's face falls as he sees tears fall down Heather's face. Why was she clothed? Didn't they just....? Morgan turns flips to his side and stumbles away. His best friend is sitting next to him, with only Nathaniel's jacket covering her. "What the hell?!" He shrieks at her. "Why are we naked, Selene!?"

Before she could sputter a protest, the stripper had them over her head and tossed them on the floor. “If you’ll point me to a bathroom, I can undress—” Alyssa ignored her and plucked at the front clasp of her lacy white bra. With a drag and a tug, it was gone…and Morgan stood nude from the waist up before a total stranger. Alyssa studied Morgan’s breasts, lifting one in her hand to test its weight. “We can work with these.” Morgan tensed, resisting the urge to cover herself like a self-conscious seventh grader in a locker room. “What are you doing?”

My eyes go wide and my jaw almost drops to the floor when I see who is in front of me. Gamma Cane, and to make matters worse, he was completely naked. No clothes, nothing, nada, zilch. Naked from head to toe. It looks like he had just come from a run because of the pine smell and sweat around his neck and chest. He was holding up a freshly lit cigarette in his right hand, too. I hadn’t realized I was staring dumbfounded a little too long until he cleared his throat and gave me a cold smirk. “Like what you see?”

As she pulled up to the car, the driver got out. An Arthur Graham, dressed in worn jeans, a dark t-shirt clung to his biceps. His hair was a little disheveled. It looked like he'd run his hands through it several times. That stubble and that bad boy smile. It left her speechless, the man was handsome, dressed both casually and formally. «Will he look just as handsome when he is naked?» Morgana couldn't help but ask herself. “Hi?” Arthur greeted her and waved his hand over his face when he saw she wasn't responding.

Her daughters quickly surrounded the eager young man, their hands moving with hungry urgency as they forcefully stripped away every piece of his clothing. Tate’s eyes widened in awe as he watched their enormous, heavy tits bounce and jiggle wildly with every movement. The four busty women soon had him completely naked, his hard young cock springing free and throbbing in the cool mountain air. “Look at that cock!” Aunt Morgan shouted with delight, wrapping her fingers tightly around the thick base and giving it a firm, possessive yank.

Her daughters quickly surrounded the eager young man, their hands moving with hungry urgency as they forcefully stripped away every piece of his clothing. Tate’s eyes widened in awe as he watched their enormous, heavy tits bounce and jiggle wildly with every movement. The four busty women soon had him completely naked, his hard young cock springing free and throbbing in the cool mountain air. “Look at that cock!” Aunt Morgan shouted with delight, wrapping her fingers tightly around the thick base and giving it a firm, possessive yank.

His mind's eye once more traveled back to the brazen muscles and the thickness of the naked older boy's cock as he tried his best to ignore the visuals of it still being burned into his very brain. He had never seen anyone like Conway Rollins before, especially not anyone naked and that strong in real life, a few magazines with naked women and a couple of smut vids had been his only experience with looking at another person's body that had been drastically different from his own and if he were honest, Conway looked as if he'd put the male blue movie stars to shame with his size and physique alone.

Nathan positioned himself against the wall, effectively trapping her in place. Mila's breath quickened, her heart pounding as she nervously met Nathan's gaze. He stood shirtless, his chiseled upper body showcasing defined muscles and smooth lines, exuding a subtle fragrance of shower gel. His short hair was partially damp, and his ruggedly handsome face bore a slight flush. The reddish hue extended from his face to his neck, continuing down to his bare chest, which appeared a shade rosier than usual. His gaze bore into hers, intense and penetrating, akin to a blazing furnace, almost melting her resolve.

It must be the vodka. Has to be the damn thing really kicking in now. Because my eyes won't stop roaming eover very mouthwatering piece of this man's body. And that's when it hits me. This man is almost nude— save the tattoo perfectly sitting on his chest, flexing his abs and pectorals. Other than that, it's just a tiny towel wrapped around his waist, looking like it might snap loose at the slightest movement. Holy hell, I'm so freaking done for! Is this Lyra girl not just a stripper but a whore?