Olivia Morgan Novels & Stories

Melissa what are you doing in there, I heard the princess Luciana calling out to me and I immediately swam out of the room. "Am sorry my princess I'm just arranging the room" I said to her and she rolled her eyes sitting down and ordering me to fix her hair. My name is Melissa and I'm a blued tail mermaid slave. I work in the palace as the princess Luciana's maid. I was taken in as a palace slave when my mother committed a crime. She fell in love with a human and got pregnant for the human an act which is a crime in Atlantica.

what is Olivia up too now? hope I tried???

We walked to the club entrance and were stopped by a guy who looked a bit older than us. “ids please?” I didn’t have my id and I knew the club was for 21 and above so it would have been useless. Olivia smirked “excuse me? I’m Olivia Lopez and this is Camila Santiago” the guy’s eyes widened and he apologized profuse. He quickly let us in.

Suddenly, Olivia's body tensed, and with her head thrown back and her nails digging into my wrist, she let out a long gasp before starting to shudder with each pass of my fingers over her clit. "No more.” She asked panting, taking my hand out of her center "Too sensitive...” I was amazed, I knew she liked what I was doing to her, but I never thought it would lead her to reach an orgasm, her first orgasm. Olivia knew that it was easier for me to come when the kisses ended up getting out of control, but she had confessed to me that she didn’t know what she had to do to get an orgasm, no matter how aroused she was after our encounters.

Her hair was dyed blood red and coupled with the piercing on her eyebrow, she looked really hot. Morgan had a secretive smile on her lips and her eyes were mischievous. She looked like the thrill seeker of the group but I could be judging hastily. “This is Olive, she's a doctor and Easton's girlfriend,” Summer finished with a proud smile. “You're a doctor?” Morgan asked. I nodded. “An obstetrician.” “That's really cool. I love your hair color, it suits you.” “Thank you,” I smiled. So far, we were up to a good start.

Angelica asked. "My wife and I argued—sorry you were misunderstood. Her name is Alice, my ex-wife. I hurt her in order to marry Fiona, the woman from my past," Morgan said. He reached into his jacket pocket for his wallet, took out a photo of a beautiful woman, and showed it to Angelica. "This is Alice. She looks very much like you. That is why I always want to be near you—because she was my ex-wife," Morgan said. "Is she still alive?"