Chris Miles Skins Novels & Stories

“First off, you fuck with the band, you fuck with me. And nobody fucks with me.” I looked at Derek with more than a little trepidation. “Miles is like a Great White shark in a suit,” Derek explained. “Except he’s our Great White.” “Not the band, I’m assuming,” I said, trying for a little joke about the 80’s metal group. Derek caught it and grinned. “No. He’d have longer hair if that were the case.” “A great BLACK shark, an’ don’t you forget it,” Miles said to me. “You fuck with this band, I’ll bury you. You fuck with their music? I’ll bury you. You fuck with their schedule? I’ll – ”

“The first question is how were you able to keep the bouncing pace at a stretch. I mean, with every bounce you did on that dick, your pussy fully swallowed the dick and you were also following the same beat.” I blushed hard and I laughed out too, trying to curate the right words. “I mean…” “And girl, did I forget to mention how shiny and how moisturised your ass skin was? The ripple effect from the bounces were phenomenal too.” Sharon said and made a clock it sign with her fingers. “Okay so for my soft and bouncy skin, I use olive oil because it gives my skin this thready effect that I love it so much and It also makes my skin glow.”

Miles had to wait a little longer to arrange the room and have it locked. ******************** "What the hell!!*Miles shouted. His friend's bride was his daughter Kelly's mother, Michelle. This was what Chris wanted to tell him. Michelle was actually Chris' girlfriend. Chris told Miles he had a girlfriend named Michelle but they never met. Kelly is actually Chris' daughter. When Michelle and Miles met, she was already pregnant. Chris was not ready so he avoided her till she met Miles. Miles thought that was his child all this while. Chris went back to Michelle six months later. Kelly knows Chris is her real dad. She had spent more time with him unlike Miles who just flew in months ago. Chris

Miles turned to me, his expression softening for half a second before his jaw clenched again. “Where the fuck is Chris?” he muttered under his breath. Then he stormed toward me and grabbed my face, his grip rough. “Cheryl,” he gritted out. “You should have smashed his head with your glass. Not begged.” I pulled away from him. “It was my fault,” I muttered, wiping my face. “I asked him if he’d like to fuck me.” Miles froze. “Why?” His voice was low, bewildered. I scoffed, grabbing my phone. “Take a wild guess.”

Chris looked like a walking mood board—wearing a neon-cobalt silk bowling shirt left open over a ribbed tank, geometric retro sunglasses perched on his nose, and a pair of customized white skates with glowing marigold wheels already on his feet. ​"Darlings!" Chris purred, throwing his hands up dramatically. His eyes instantly zipped to Malik, scanning him from head to toe with an analytical, high-fashion glare. "Okay, fine. The bone structure is real, the silver chain is acceptable, and the graphic tee is proportional. Kelsey, honey, you are dismissed from my aesthetic tribunal. He passes." ​Malik raised an eyebrow, a genuinely amused grin breaking across his face as he extended a hand. "Mal

Miles feels pre-cum leak into his underwear just watching the handsome Omega walk away. Miles walks out of the hall, holding his study notes right in front of his pants to hide the big bump. He walks up the dark stairs to the Silverclaw Council Chamber so he does not get stuck with anyone. He gets inside, locks the Secured Moon Gate fast, and unbuttons his pants. He sits on his chair and pulls out his big, hard, aching wolf cock.

Eyes fixed on the grey blacktop, jaw locked so tight the muscle in his cheek looked like stone. In the backseat, Miles was silent. He’d insisted on coming, his hands shoved into the pockets of his oversized number seventeen jersey. The black block letters across his thirteen-year-old shoulders read MADDOX – the permanent mark of a loyalty shift that had cost our family its baseline security but had given my brother a person worth lacing up for. I parked in the terminal lot. The ignition cut out with a sharp click that officially ended the countdown. Nobody moved for thirty seconds. Rhys threw his door open first. He hauled his gear bag from the trunk, his left arm – the one with the silver s

They were all around Lio and Naremi’s age, late twenties to mid thirties. Chris was a Malaysian man with sun kissed skin and shoulder length black hair. His hair was bone straight and he usually kept it in a ponytail. I didn’t want to call him bulky because that wouldn’t be accurate. Chris was what you’d call ‘beefy’ or ‘husky’. He was average height, around five foot nine and I’ve only ever seen him wear black shirts with basketball shorts of some kind.

Miles responded. “Well, my friends and I smoked a bowl of that X-Static Shisha, and we downed five shots of tequila each, then we headed to the dance floor. Shortly after that, so creepy ass dude came up behind me grinding his erection into me and started trying to get me to go home with him.” I paused at the pure hatred on Miles’s face, his eyes reflecting what looked like burning embers, but that couldn’t be possible. His eyes were an emerald amber hazel color. “Uhhh…” I stumbled, trying to recall where I had been in my recollection before his look distracted me. “I pushed the creep away from me, and when I did….” I let my voice trail off, not wanting to give life to my imagination. “And w