Morgan Stark Nude Novels & Stories

She was even more surprised to find herself on an expensive yacht. She looked up and saw him looking at her deeply. 'And why do you look....different?' She added inside her mind noticing Mort's new appearance. His strong build with defined muscles hugged in his long sleeve black turtleneck. His short dark hair, which is normally slicked back is now loose and sexily messy and slightly covers his pair of green orbs. He even had a black piercing on his left ear, made him look younger than his age. With his massive frame, the hunk looks so hot, dark and sinful. Mort is the only man that exudes sexuality, intentionally or not, and sends her into overdrive. He looked jaw-dropping.

she teases as she runs a hand along my erection and I run a hand over her ass. “You are even bigger than my man. And rock hard,” Margo whispers as she commences sucking my erection. “Would you like Jim to lick and suck your nipples while I suck your cock? He is very good.” Without me answering he is licking and sucking my nipples while his lady is sucking my erection. Margo was correct, he is very good.” “Some more Sarah?,” Jan asks without waiting for an answer as she tells Sarah to put her legs over her shoulders. The next day we relaxed naked on the nude beach and enjoyed flaunting our bodies for both sexes. Later in the afternoon we had a long relaxing bath together while we discussed ou

"What… exactly are you two doing?" At the sound of my voice, Morgan's defiance instantly faltered, though his tail snapped straight up behind him. With a reluctant rip of fabric, he finally yanked his shirt off, voice tight with resentment. "Fine. Let's just get this over with." Unlike Eli, Morgan's build was obvious even through clothing. Shirtless, his sculpted, bronze-toned body radiated raw, masculine power—every muscle sharp and solid. Raw power… for what, exactly? I was completely lost.

My mind struggled to process what I was seeing. On the queen-sized bed, Melissa sat atop a naked, sweaty Morgan, straddling him. Her mini skirt was lifted upward, and she bounced off his cock, mewling like one little furry cat. She was engulfed in pleasure, completely oblivious that I was standing behind her. Morgan immediately sighted me. Instead of looking embarrassed, he simply smirked darkly, humping Melissa's pussy faster and harder over his thick length. The sight of his lewd smirk made my stomach churn in disgust. Hurriedly, I turned to leave, but Melissa finally noticed my presence.

It had been amazing and something I would cherish the memory of as I continued to travel further away from him. “What about the Alpha's son? Don't you want to mate with him too?” Morgana asked, and I curled my lip bitterly. “No, I do not want anything to do with that much-too-attractive man,” I murmured, making her chuckle. “Did either of you find it odd how Nathan fucked? I mean, at first he mounted me from behind like a wolf, but at the motel he was doing missionary. I don't know, but it was odd to me,” I mumbled as I stopped and stretched my body.

Xander's pov A group of rebels armed with the new weapons concerned Magnus and Draven never the barracks. Magnus was strong and holding his ground against them but Draven looked cornered with his back pressed against the wall of the castle. I rushed over to them, tearing any one who stepped in my path. I lunged at the rogue closest to Draven, the unexpected movement made the weapon fall out of his hand and clatter to the ground. I wasted no time in crushing it under my paw then tearing into his shoulder. The sickening sound of crunching bones was like music to my ears.

"Ooh, solo mission. Text me if he answers the door shirtless." "Ha ha." But Audrey's stomach flipped as she approached. The gym doors were propped open, but inside, echoes faded. Locker room door ahead, steam wafting faintly—showers still running? She knocked lightly. No answer. Heart pounding, she pushed it open a crack. "Morgan? Your phone..."The air hit her first—humid, thick with soap and that musky post-game tang. Lockers lined the walls, benches cluttered with discarded jerseys and shin guards. Most were empty, bags zipped and gone. But at the far end, under the harsh fluorescent buzz, Morgan stood with his back half-turned, fresh from the shower.He was stark naked.Time slowed. Water d

Magnusson said in a whisper. “You love it too.” She said and kissed her way down his body, stopping at the top of his jeans. Majesta smiled up his body when she undid the button, hearing the zipper slowly go down. He shivered slightly when her hand dragged up and then back down his chest. Her nails bit into his skin, and he groaned. The moment her hand touched his shaft, she moaned. The woman was going to drive him insane. Magnusson took off his shoes and let his pants drop to his ankles. He then took them off and stood in front of her nude. “You, my dear, happen to be…” he groaned out when her mouth slipped over the swollen head of his cock. Magnusson slipped his hands into her raven black

In fact, it isn’t what she says…it’s what she does. The towel drops to the ground. The lingerie is long gone. Margo is naked in front of me. Her fingers play with her nipples when she looks me in the eye. “Is this the point where I beg?”

And froze. Morgan stood at the stove. Still wearing the gray sweatpants he had worn last night. Hair slightly damp, as if he had showered early. Shoulders broad and relaxed as he flipped something in a pan. The quiet morning light caught on his dewy skin on his forearm and the faint bruise on his jaw—courtesy of last night’s collision with Jace’s overly enthusiastic mouth. Morgan turned when he sensed movement. “Morning,” he said softly. His voice was deep, calm and far too steady for someone who had slept with his emotionally imploding employer just hours earlier.