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.

“Do the honors.” Shawn slipped a USB from his pocket. “Better save this first. No telling if it’ll vanish.” He moved quickly. Keys clicked. Then the email opened. The room breathed in sharply as one. Photos filled the screen. Morgan, caught in a filthy brothel—not the sleek clubs we knew, but a low, stinking place. His trousers around his knees, women draped over him. In one frame, even a man. Everything exposed, spread deliberately. I swallowed hard. My throat was dry. God, no… And that was only the start.

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 fingers shook as I clicked the most recent one. A video popped up. There he was. Marcus Kane. My mom’s new husband. My stepdad. Forty-three years old, built like he lifted weights for a living, with that sharp jaw and dark eyes that always made me look away too fast. But in the video, he wasn’t wearing the expensive shirts and watches he wore around the house. He was naked, cock thick and hard in his fist, stroking slow while a woman moaned on her knees in front of him.

TALIA’S POV I blinked, convinced my brain was malfunctioning. Because what was I seeing? Honestly, I couldn’t decide if it was horrifying or the exact opposite. Maxton stood there. Six foot three. Completely, unapologetically naked. His body looked like it had been sculpted on purpose, every muscle landing exactly where it should. I tried not to look but my eyes betrayed me, dropping lower until I landed on...yeah. That thing… Not even hard, but huge!!!

He said, pressing the power button. Margo’s eyes flew open at the sudden vibrations. Her thighs clenched and her hips moved as a moan escaped her lips. Kane chuckled as he watched mouth open in surprise and her hips arch. “And this isn’t even the most intense setting.” He chuckled.

My brother and I both reluctantly nodded our now horned heads and sat back in the recliners to watch the show happening in the castle. Grace confusion galore I wake up laying on Mortas. I gritted my teeth and realized I'm naked and feel like I got fucked really well. I looked over at Mortas and he was smiling, I shuddered uncomfortably at the sight, it was truly frightening. His eyes opened and he looked at me with a twinkle in both of his eyes. "Good morning sweetheart," he coos and I growl low. "What did you do, did you drug me," I snapped, scrambling away from him, falling back off his bed and landing on the hard floor. His face peered over the mattress and his normal scowl was back.

Their lips never leave each other. Morrigan could feel her bodice coming loose as Colfre's hands focuses on untangling the strings of it. Allowing her body to breathe. And the next moment she knew her bodice fell flat on the ground with a soft thud, and Colfre's warm hand caresses her bareback. She pushes her hand in his shirt, pushing his tunic away from his torso. Stripping it off him. Their bare chests crashed each other. Colfre groaned as their bodies touch. Morrigan smiled at the thought of how she could make such an effect on him. Colfre reached towards the waist of her skirts, Morrigan helped him to remove the layers of skirts she wears. Till she has nothing on but a sheer skirt.

It was still two days until we were anywhere close to a village. “Shit, sorry.” Morgan was already awake and had stripped her dress off, standing in her panties and bra. I turned around quickly, because if I didn’t… Well, I didn’t need to see her naked. It was hard enough keeping my hands to myself as it was. Thirteen years of pent-up sexual tension was threatening to emerge, and I was having a hard time controlling not just mine, but also my wolf’s urges. “No need to apologize,” She mumbled, a rustle of fabric filling the thick air. “I hate to put a clean dress on over a dirty body. And I can still smell horse manure all over me. Please don’t do that again. You can turn around now.”