Marina, Lexy, Khloe, Samantha, Anna, Leticia, Angela, and Jennifer are just a few of the many names on Arthur Graham's list of special friends. Who shares his bed on the last days of every month, and whom he has to thank for his lifestyle. He's a smart, sexy devil man. Manipulative, and controlling, who takes advantage of his good looks to get what he wants. Many claim that he is insatiable when it comes to sex, he is a woman's wet dream. Therefore, he is used to always getting his way, with just a smile and nice words. Morgana Wilson is a girl with a somewhat difficult childhood and a rough adolescence after her parent's divorce. She is one of the few girls who not dreams of the white dress, the veil, and the pink house with the white-painted wooden fence. For her, love not exists, because the first time she experienced it was a complete disaster. Nor does she look for it in every man she meets. In the most casual way, Arthur and Morgana meet. And although neither is attracted to the other from the first moment, because both are immersed in their own affairs, a beautiful friendship arises between them. Together they are an explosion of charisma and radiate something else, which does not go unnoticed and causes curiosity to those who observe them. Until the night, Arthur accepts that he feels something more than a strong attraction for Morgana, who repeats, over and over again, that they are just friends, that love is not in their future plans, and that much fewer want to be just another name on his list. For both of them, their lives were perfect, until their closeness turned them into LOVERS. All rights reserved: ©2303103769712
View More──────⊰-☆-⊱────── A week after… Morgana checked everything for the fifth time, she wanted everything to be perfect. Centauro & Co Industries had been quite a challenge since it was their first foray into tequila and if everything had been as planned. She would have already won the advertising campaign for the new product. It was a vodka that the company had been working on for the past week. It was no secret that Morgana was one of the most promising executives at SM Business Inc, mainly because she was one of the most effective. She had the ability to respond to the needs of her clients in a way that was both spontaneous and professional. Her client portfolio backed her up. She was proud of that. However, she had no intention of being with the company forever. The highest step she could take would be to become a partner in the firm. But that was not going to happen. That was why she wanted to work on what she dreamed of doing, which was having her own brand. But so far, she had no
──────⊰-☆-⊱────── They didn't know how time passed so quickly. They started talking about everything and nothing at the same time. Unwittingly, they drank the bottle. In the twinkling of an eye, the night had come. “Is there any more wine?” was what Arthur wanted to know. “No,” she said and showed him the empty bottle. He took a look at the expensive watch on her wrist. “We can order some wine.” He suggested, winking at her. “To eat, too,” Morgana shrugged, “to later.” Arthur pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and made the appropriate calls. They continued to talk, Arthur telling her a little about his roots, that his grandfather was Scottish, and that both he and his father had died in a construction accident when he was only nine years old. From then on, he was left alone with his mother. Morgana was happy to get to know this more human side of him. He didn't seem like a shallow person. Maybe that was what made her feel comfortable. She needn't look like something she wa
──────⊰·☆·⊱────── As soon as she started the engine of her car, Morgana knew that she had made a big mistake by inviting Arthur into her home. It was unbelievable how her parents had attacked the newcomer and made a circus out of his visit. It was as if even his brother was in on the joke. She shook her head from side to side, her fingers tightening around the wheel. “How dare you, Morgana!” She complained aloud to herself. “What a fool you have been!” She had to think fast, she ran her hand over her head. Besides, she had the feeling that Arthur was angry with her, and he was right. She had practically thrown him out of her parents' house. He seemed to be a Gentleman, and a beautiful friendship was going to be born between them, so she was left to choose. A few minutes later, they entered the subway parking lot of the building where Morgana lived, but not before informing the guard that the BMW following them was her visitor, and therefore she could use the second assigned space.
──────⊰·☆·⊱────── «Bingo!» Morgana thought to herself. “Mommy, I don't think he wants to come with us.” “Well, why not?” Arthur asked. “You can't think for me.” “Because you'll get bored, we don't have anything special here.” “There you are,” he said very quietly, but Morgana was still listening to him. “I don't know why I get the slightest feeling that you want to get rid of me.” “And you're coming back with that?” she rolled her eyes. “Then I'm going to wait for you to send me the location, and I'll be there in a couple of minutes.” Arthur didn't let her say anything else because he ended the call abruptly. She looked at her mother and shook her head. She saw that she was grinning from ear to ear. Like a little girl, amused by what she'd done. “You're terrible, mom!” “Yes, I know,” she shrugged. “But I'm dying to meet this friend of yours who made you blush.” She walked over to give her daughter a kiss on the cheek and went into the living room to tell her husband and son
──────⊰·☆·⊱────── After Joe's unwanted visit to her parents' house, Morgana avoided being alone with her mother. Knowing her well and knowing full well that she would not let it slip when the time came to ask her what had happened in the driveway. “The food was good, dear,” her father started to say. “Yeah, delicious as usual”. “The most boring thing was the vegetables,” his brother said, turning up his nose. “But the dessert Nana brought doesn't hold a candle to that”. “Oh, thank you for your comment, little gentleman.” His mother's voice was one of mock indignation. The boy flushed slightly and looked to his father for help “Now that we are finished, let's have our regular game of chess, Xavier”. “Of course!” the boy exclaimed and did his best to get out of the sight of his mother. He looked over at his sister, and she gave him a wink. “No worries, I'm helping mommy clear up”. She got up from the table with a couple of dishes in her hands, she had no idea why she felt like
──────⊰·☆·⊱────── Morgana didn't want to open her eyes; Saturday mornings were sacred to her, since she got up after eleven o'clock. But her cell phone kept ringing. From the sound of the call, she knew it was her mother. “Tell me, Mom,” she answered reluctantly with his eyes closed, “Why are you calling me at this hour?” “It's not that it's six o'clock in the morning, Morgana,” her mother reprimanded her. He snapped his eyes open, for the tone used in his mother's voice was not his usual one. “What happened?” The first thing that crossed his mind was his father. “No, woman,” her mother calmed her down, “Nothing happened, it seems you forgot that you were coming to see Xavier this weekend, and he's very anxious about it”. Morgana sat up all of a sudden because she had completely forgotten that she was going to her parent's house that Saturday because her brother had a judo tournament. «Fuck! How could I forget?» She scolded herself. “Sorry, I had a presentation last night,” sh
──────⊰·☆·⊱────── Arthur was getting out of bed, undressed as God had brought him into the world, and he went straight to the bathroom. It had been two days after that three-way meeting, and he still hadn't been able to convince Jennifer of her insistence that he go to Hawaii. That afternoon, they had arranged to meet for lunch, but she had persuaded him to have the date at his bachelor penthouse. “What are you planning to do this afternoon?” Jennifer leaned on her elbows on the mattress to watch him. He didn't even answer him; he just closed the door behind him. “I asked you a question,” she insisted. He gritted his teeth as he realized she had opened the door and was inside. “Aww, it's so nasty!” Arthur shrugged, still holding his manhood in his hands. “I'm supposed to be in a private moment.” He looked at her seriously, “Or don't I have the right?” He shook his manhood and then turned on the shower faucet. As the dew began to fall. She felt Jennifer's still-firm breas
──────⊰·☆·⊱────── Jennifer was about to cum again, as Arthur and the guest moved with such synchronization, they seemed as one. As one thrust, the other stayed, slowly pulling back. Making the back and forth of her lovers, taking her again through a roller coaster of pleasure. If pleasure was a sin, then she would burn in hell. For her orgasm was so intense that it ended any reasonable thought. There remained no doubt that her partners were good lovers, for they found their release seconds later. When her spasms milked them dry, leaving them completely dry. She was so lax that her body looked like a puppet in the midst of those tall men. The first to get out of her was Arthur. He did it slowly, so as not to cause her any discomfort. He held her by the hips, giving the guest a chance to do the same. They both heard her purr in satisfaction. The man took her from Arthur's arms, to place her on the mattress. Hastily, she was in a state of drowsiness, typical of the state after orgasm.
──────⊰·☆·⊱────── There was no doubt that Jennifer knew how to please him, she sucked him slowly, but expertly. With her tongue, she tapped the head of his mushroom-shaped member. Arthur leaned toward her to cup her face with his hands and set the rhythm of the penetrations to her mouth so completely that she barely gave him room to breathe. The moans on the woman's part were getting louder and louder, she raised her face to meet Arthur's burning gaze from behind the ski mask. Her blood was beginning to boil, she was burning alive. She was licking him greedily, making him feel like he was all she could think about. It was clear that Arthur Graham was his obsession. Jennifer again felt hands, large, warm, and calloused, run over her hips and caress the globes of her ass. As she felt them spread her thighs apart, she shivered with anticipation. She almost bit Arthur when a hot tongue began to caress the folds of her need-wet sex. Where she knew, she hid that button that would please
──────⊰·☆·⊱──────“I can't believe my life has become so miserable, everything is topsy-turvy,” complained Morgana over the video call with her friend Lorena, while stranded in traffic at five o'clock in the afternoon in the city.“All you have to do is look him in the face and tell him once and for all that he can go to hell itself”.“It's not as easy as you think,” she tapped the steering wheel twice to sound the horn. “I just tried it, and the idiot threatened me”.“What do you mean?”, her friend has, upset. “Why the hell didn't you tell me anything?”“The truth is that I didn't want to burden you with my problems, you already have enough with your mother's illness,” she excused herself.“What you say is absurd, Morgana,” Lorena reproached her, “But you still haven't answered what that idiot Joe is threatening you with”.Morgana thought about it for a moment, even though she had been living that ordeal for three months, she was ashamed to talk about it. But in that instant, she was...
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