Miles Mckenna Nude Novels & Stories

I have never found out who has been sending these messages, but they have always been accurate, painfully so. With trembling fingers, I open the message. It is a photo, and for a moment, my brain cannot process what I am seeing. Then it clicks. Miles is lying shirtless in an unfamiliar bed, his chest bare and his eyes closed. Beside him sits Roxy, wrapped only in a towel, her wet hair dripping onto her shoulders, her hand resting on Miles' arm. The image is intimate and damning.

Most people bullied her but with Miles by her side, she was untouchable. Miles and Nina were the best of friends but the only thing on Miles’ mind was Angela. “Yes, I get to see her today!” he shouted happily. “What if she has forgotten me? Or she does not love me again? I am panicking!” “Cool down Miles! I am sure she is still very in love with you,” Nina said rolling her eyes. Was it mentioned Nina is a savage? She can take down ten armed boys in a jiffy. She had short brown hair with blue streaks. Her sharp hazel eyes were rare and beautiful. Her height was average but she was shorter than Miles. Miles had grown pretty tall.

It felt homey. Doug and Gail ushered us into a room off to one side, and there she was. McKenna, looking even worse than the last time I saw her, next to a tall man I assumed was Ben. My stomach flipped. Her skin was more bruise than skin, a bandage covered most of her forehead, and she was rail-thin. I swallowed. I couldn’t actually be sure if her weight had dropped even more or if I’d finally gotten used to looking at healthy bodies again. “Paige!” McKenna sounded breathless, half-shocked I’d actually arrived. “I’d come hug you, but”—she held up one hand, intertwined with Ben’s—“I think this lout might actually kill me if I let go of him.”

On the rock ledge beside the waterfall was a very naked Mack standing facing out over the jungle. I knew we should leave and give him some privacy. He was probably going for a swim in the river below the waterfall. Nudity wasn’t a big thing in the shifter world so that didn’t matter to me or Connie. However if my treasure showed up here he would kill Mack even though Mack didn’t know Connie and I were even here watching him. “ Rain we should leave now. I do not want the king or my mate to find us here staring at Mack naked. That would go over like a deadly ton of bricks.” Connie whispered in my ear as I watched Mack stretch out his muscled body.

There was nothing like live p**n. Chase McKay rested his shoulders against the cheap headboard, taking a long pull off his beer as he settled in for the show. The naked blonde with the huge rack balanced on her knees, head thrown back as the naked brunette, with an equally impressive set of double D’s, feasted noisily on her nipples. When the blonde—Lanae, or was it Renee?—grabbed the brunette’s head, trying to force her to take more of her nipple into her mouth, the brunette—Leah, or was it Gia?—smacked her ass.

He continued. “I want your big cock stretching my mouth, fucking my mouth till you cum.” Miles gave me one hungry look. Then he stood, threw both hands above his head, and pulled off his shirt at once. He was standing in nothing but his jogger pants, and the way his half-hard cock moved, I could tell he wore no boxers. “Take what you want.” He grunted, looking at me like every part of this was already ruining him. So I did. I went down on my knees, both hands on the hard curve of his waistline.

And everyone knew it. Miles watched him from the opposite bench, towel slung around his neck, blond hair dark with water and sticking up in spikes. Taller—six-one—broader shoulders, the kind of build that made coaches drool over potential linebacker conversions. Pale skin still pink from exertion, freckles scattered across his nose and collarbones. His gym shorts were tented obviously. He didn’t bother hiding it anymore. “You gonna keep pretending that ankle’s fucked, or are you gonna come over here?” Miles asked, voice low, rough from shouting on the field.

I crept closer and pushed the door open just enough to see inside. Michael was standing there with his back to me, jeans pushed down to his thighs. His hand was pumping up and down on a thick, veiny cock. Fuck, it was bigger than I imagined. Eight inches at least, heavy balls swinging as he stroked. He was jerking off fast, desperate. On his phone screen was a picture of me. A nude. Taken when I was in the shower last week. I didn’t even know anyone had snapped that photo. Water was running down my tits, my nipples hard, one hand between my legs.

Then they said I had to play again, this time with Trina, as we were the only two still dressed. We began and I quickly found myself in a difficult position, with my ass right in Trina's face. This time I wasn't as shocked when I felt Trina begin to suck on my pussy, and controlling myself as Mike called out Trina's next color, Trina had to stop when I reached for my next position. But she fell and I was left the only one with clothes on after Trina had stripped naked. I had never seen such big nipples before. They were almost three inches across and the ends stuck out at least a half an inch. Like Vicky, she had absolutely no hair on her pussy and her slit was easily visible as she stood th

Millie stopped in front of it, staring at the rippling surface, trying to steady her breathing. Behind her, Nina lingered silently until she was approached by someone. Millie turned her head to look. It was the same woman she’d noticed earlier during dinner—the older one in the sheer, elegant gown that clung to her curves like liquid silk. Beside her stood the young man, now completely naked. His lean, toned body gleamed under the lantern light, and Millie’s gaze unwillingly dropped to his exposed cock. He smirked, seemingly unfazed by her obvious discomfort. Her cheeks burned as she quickly looked away, her attention snapping back to the fountain.