Opal X Greg Novels & Stories

"Come for me. Come on your ex-boyfriend's father's tongue. Show me what Tyler never got to see.....you completely undone." Olivia came with a scream, her pussy clenching around his fingers, her body convulsing, her mind going blank with pleasure. Gregory licked her through the entire orgasm, prolonging it, making it last until Olivia was sobbing with oversensitivity. "That's one," he said, standing and unbuckling his belt. "I'm going to make you come at least five more times before morning. By the time I'm done with you, you'll barely remember Tyler's name."

"Fuck! Shit! Shit! Shit!" He seems really aggressed that I got a bit scared from his action. Olivia noticed and place a hand on my shoulder. I release a smile towards her and with her gesturing for me to come along, we walk to the man's table. "Hey, Gregor. What's wrong?" Asks Olivia as we arrive. The man, who I now know as Gregor, has got a no-melanin skin which differentiate his skin colour from the rest of the people in the room.

Greg murmured, face dead and tone flat when Valor finally reached the table, at which time Sush’s face looked a little less red and a lot more vexed. Since Valor possessed no senses to detect the heat and arousals, he greeted Greg, who acknowledged him with a curt nod, before the commander turned to the Chief Octopus. Valor spent the next most torturous three minutes of his life saying the things Patterson said before, and almost choked when he had to cough out the word “apologize” that Greg snorted, earning a quick glare from his octopus before he forced his lips into a straight line that was not going to hold for another sixty seconds.

Olivia grinned as she watched Greg walk through the door. She was in the middle of watching a Hollywood movie when he came in. "Hello," she greeted. After he had shown her the good in him, she was no longer bad-tempered on him. "Hello," he replied dearly. “What are you watching?" "Some Hollywood action movie.” Suddenly, a man entered and walked right to Greg. They talked in low voices that only they could hear. When the man left, she didn't notice that her palm had already been tapped subconsciously on Greg's hand.

"I started a pharmaceutical company two years ago and made bank, and I've just recently started talks with Mr. Yates in hopes of a partnership. It's only natural that I visit since he's sick." "Oh!" Gina exclaimed. "You've done well for yourself, partnering with a bigwig in just a few years since I last saw you. " "I was just lucky," Greg replied humbly. "So what brings you here, Gina?' Gina sighed and started rambling about her troubles seeing that Greg was her old classmate. "My daughter was admitted. She had the bad luck to cross paths with Leo Grayson, and his boss Finn Chandler cut her face, leaving a scar. She's been depressed every day, and I'm getting depressed over that too."

Each day she never failed to curse the moment she met that man. “Mr. Darwin you love my mum?” Greg suddenly asked. Knitting his brows together. “Yes Greg. A lot.” Came the reply from Oliver. He wondered what that question meant. Because of the way Greg had asked. Greg Just slouched back into the dinning chair, humming and shaking his head. “Anything the matter? You need me to prove my love for Lana?” Oliver gave a short nervous laugh. King turned his face to the man, smiling “He was just asking if you could fight a war. Congratulations to you both by the way.”

Memories flickered across his mind - Dripping sophistication and charm, Greg was fully dressed in a black tuxedo. He abhorred social gatherings because most of the time he would have to make small talk with people who didn't know him, people who had their hidden agenda. He enjoyed being backstage running his businesses and growing his empire but today was different. Miley made all the difference, Greg was having all the feelings including butterflies flying around in his tummy. Having spent a whole month in Paris with Miley Whitherspoon, Greg was smitten.

Noah said, and Xavier acknowledged him with a nod as he took his seat next to Grandpa Will. “How was work today?” Grandpa Will asked, sipping water. “Normal,” Xavier replied curtly. “Nothing exciting happened?” Grandpa Will pressed. “It’s just the same routine.” “I heard the NAMSA award nomination list was announced today. Were you not among the nominees?” “I’m always nominated and I always win; it’s nothing new.” Xavier answered, picking some broccoli from his plate and inserting it into his mouth elegantly. “i see...” Grandpa Will hummed, sounding a bit defeated.

Like I was having the best time of my life. “Turn it off!” My mother’s voice cracked across the room, sharp and horrified. But the photos kept coming, one after another, each one more explicit. Me bent over a desk, the man behind me, clearly inside me. Me with my hand wrapped around him, stroking. Another one with my legs spread wide on a bed while he went down on me, his face buried between my thighs. Someone finally killed the screen, but that was definitely not the end of my problem, in fact that’s the beginning of my misery.

“Tell me, little man, how exactly are you going to fight those evil people? What’s your big plan?” Greg’s face lit up like Christmas morning. Without warning, he climbed onto his chair and then boldly onto the edge of the table, standing tall with his little chest puffed out and fists planted on his hips. “Yeah! I am Mafia Greg and I am here!” he announced dramatically, striking a superhero pose that sent a ripple of laughter through the room. “I’m gonna use my super strength to punch the bad guys, and I’ll drive a fast car like Daddy’s, and I’ll have guns but only for protection, and I’ll never let anyone make Mommy cry again. Boom! Bad guys down!”