Miles Mckenna Nude Novels & Stories

The drive back from the lake house was quiet, but the air inside the SUV crackled with heat. Felicia sat in the middle of the back seat, still naked, thighs sticky with dried cum and her own juices. Every bump in the road made her sore pussy and ass throb in the best way. Marcus drove, one hand on the wheel, the other resting possessively on her bare thigh. Damien and Jax kept touching her — fingers tracing her nipples, sliding between her legs to feel how wet she still was.

Miles, the traitor, actually blushed. Before I could say something stupid—like stake my fucking claim—she shot back, "I think you'd like my friend Kenzie's more." Distraction successful. Marcus perked up immediately. "She that redhead from the party?" Miles nodded. "Mhm, she's a firecracker. She'd give that nasty habit of yours a run for its money." I frowned. "What habit?" Marcus just leaned forward, that signature shit-eating smirk plastered on his face. "Go on, Miles. Enlighten him."

Namely, she drives me fucking insane. She turns around and in a swift movement whips her top off then lets it fall. I instantly see the clear and unblemished perfect skin of her back, then her nice round ass cheeks not at all covered by her thong. Her thighs are toned and completely blemish free too. The little brat doesn’t even work out and eats trash how the fuck does she look so good?? *Hell yeah. That … is … ours, our female,* Mick growls, panting.

The warm water hit my bare skin fully now, cascading over my breasts and stomach, rinsing away the last traces of the dinner, the tears and the humiliation. I stood completely naked before her, trembling under the spray. Mackline’s eyes darkened with raw hunger as she drank me in, her gaze lingering on my breasts, the curve of my waist, the place between my thighs where her fingers still moved slowly. “Beautiful,” she breathed, almost reverently. Then she dropped to her knees in front of me. The sight of her like that, naked, water streaming down her red-streaked hair and over her shoulders, looking up at me with those intense eyes made something feral uncoil in my chest. She pressed her han

” Miles nodded but looked at me in confusion. „So what do you know?” I rushed him. „Lena didn’t feel well by always pretending to be Mackenzie. She dropped her disguise for a day and enjoyed it as herself. You know her, she looks like a flower but stings like a bee, and she wanted out, and the guys weren’t up for a fight with her, so they let her.” He sat comfortably while narrating.

My best friend Ada, lounged beside me on my bed and exclaimed, "Mila, you are exquisitely beautiful." Her eyes were fixed on my phone as she uttered these words. "You should definitely consider sending Everett that photo of yourself." With a tap on the screen, a provocative selfie of me lying on my bed without a top materialized.

I am just looking out for her so she won't fall for one of those fuck boys. Yeah... Keep telling your self that. The tiny voice in my head told me teasingly. **** Nigel left soon after. I made breakfast for Makaila and took it to her room. She was on the bed, curled up and looking for vulnerable, her long dark hair all over the place. Since she woke up, she hasn't spoken to me. And it was killing me. I hate to admit but Makaila has got to be the most natural girl I've ever seen. With her long caramel blond hair, her naturally tan skin and her full lips. I found myself comparing her to Bethany in my head and she topped Bethany ten times over.

Eagerly, I click it open and my eyes go wide. There is Miles, shirtless, his pants open, his hard dick in his hand. His head’s thrown back. His ocean eyes stare deep into the camera. I’m thinking about you, he’d said. Right now, he’s thinking about me and he’s… I trip over myself on my way to my bed, desperate to touch myself.

Jessica is standing there, her dress already hiked up to her waist, her own hand between her legs as she watches us. Miles stands behind me, his chest a wall of heat against my back. He reaches around and grabs both of my breasts, squeezing them until I gasp. "Look at yourself, Daniella," Miles commands. "Look at what you are." I look in the mirror. I see a woman I don't recognize. My hair is a mess, my makeup is smeared, and I’m standing there naked while a man I barely know holds me like a prize. My eyes are wide, dark with a hunger I can't hide anymore.

I probably would have been okay to get some sleep, but something kept me up, checking over him like a mama hen. Footsteps creak on the stairs behind me, and I turn to greet him. My words catch in my throat. Miles stands in the doorway, shirtless, a pair of grey sweatpants hang loosely on his hips. His dirty blonde hair loose around his shoulders instead of in its usual bun. The bandages I applied last night cover parts of his torso, but they can't hide the defined muscles underneath. Various tattoos peek out between the gauze - nothing excessive like some of the other club members, just elegant line work that complements his frame.