Miles Mckenna Nude Novels & Stories

Welcome To Your New Cage (4) Damien's POV It was morning, I stood a few steps back in the shadows of the cabana, my arms crossed and my cock already half-hard at the sight before me. Millia Sinclair — now Millia Blackwood — was lounging on a wide sunbed in the tiniest black bikini I had ever seen. The scraps of fabric barely covered her full breasts and the sweet curve of her ass. Her long legs were stretched out, her skin glistening with oil, and every time she shifted, the thin material between her thighs pulled tight against the pussy I had ruined so thoroughly the night before and again when we were having breakfast.

Naked. Under Moses. Also naked. Fiero froze. It wasn’t shock—he didn’t do shock. It was more like his brain paused, put down its coffee, and went, Seriously? This is what we’re doing at midnight now? Mika was propped up on one elbow, hair a dark mess over one shoulder, her mouth still slightly parted like she'd just finished saying something horrible and probably illegal. Her back arched just slightly under the blanket. The moment she spotted him, she didn’t scream. Didn’t cover herself. Didn’t even blink.

" They laughed at that not far from the truth. Mackayla who was out getting a drink and helping Shelly set up the table for lunch turned to see what she meant and the four men stopped laughing at the sight of her even her uncle who was not used to seeing Mackayla bear so much skin. She was in a green one piece: bearing a high cleavage rate, thong like bottom exposing hips, waist, and ass. The mid-drift was cut out revealing her belly ring. The back was also cut low.

My mind was pretty much occupied with the thoughts of how today might play out. I'm taking Mckenna to the most important place to me in the world. I told her to pack extra clothes because we'll be spending the night there. She came down, and I think it's safe to say my jaw dropped. She was wearing a short-fitted red velvet dress with full sleeves that hugged her curves and showed a little bit of cleavage. Her face had light makeup on, and the dress showed off her tanned legs. Her blond hair was left open in beach waves, framing her heart-shaped face perfectly and it ran gracefully down her back. To finish the look, she was wearing black heels. It took every ounce of self-control for me to no

I murmured, flexing my fingers to dispel the lingering sting from when I'd pounded the wall. "Time to learn more about this Miles asshole and what horrors he inflicted on Megan." The search engine was already loaded, so I simply punched out the name, the web exploding with an avalanche of results. My eyes boggled at the sheer volume - movie premieres, charity galas, People Mag covers – all glossily depicting the same chiseled, generically handsome face with an oily smile plastered on. "Holy shit..." I swallowed hard against the lump of indignant revulsion creeping up my throat. "This Miles character is like... the quintessential douche-bro celebrity schmuck."

Obviously a name crafted for performance and seduction. Shawn Shadow dropped to his knees, grinding against the stage floor in ways that mimicked real intimacy. It was like a live version of Magic Mike, the film Jeff and Deewee once watched in his dorm room. This guy was clearly a professional. No wonder the room felt like it was about to combust. He turned back to TeeCay, and nearly choked on his drink. Her glass was already empty! “What happened to your drink?” he half-yelled over the music. “Gone,” she shouted back, her eyes still fixed on Shawn.

He smiles faintly, his usual soft voice calm again. Dusty glitter drifts down from somewhere above, landing on my face. I blink the specks away, and that's when I see clearly that Miles is naked, safe from the sinfully low joggers he has on. His thick tail swings between his thighs, reminding me of the huge swell in Jaden's pants. His wings are half folded behind him, ready for flight.

I shouldn’t have zoomed in on the timestamp just to confirm what I already knew. Miles will always run back to Sabrina; cheerleader, captain of the girls' basketball team, head of the drama club, member of the student council... In short, the girl who shines in everything she puts her hands on, and the biggest part? The face of the Falcons. She is always at the games front row. How could I ever compete with that? “Calla!” Brina’s voice cuts through the noise. She is leaning against Miles’ locker, all effortless confidence and perfect hair. She looks radiant as always, and tanned. She was in Spain for the summer. Miles stands beside her. He looks exactly the same as he did last night, except

Will we play in those rooms with mirror walls at Dom’s club? I open my eyes and see Miles is walking towards me naked, with his cock rock hard between his legs. He turns on the water to wash the soap off my body. He strokes my hair to wash off the shampoo. After washing me, he whispers from behind, “We have little time... It will be a quick one.” He turns me toward the wall and places my hands over the wall. I feel a rush of excitement. He traces my body with his fingers and grabs my ass.

“Both of you.” She looked at Miles. He hesitated, then pulled his shirt off. Her eyes dropped to the bulge in his jeans. He was big. Thicker than she expected. Mr. Black noticed too. “Looks like the nerd’s been hiding something.” She peeled off her clothes slowly. When her panties dropped, Mr. Black stepped closer, slid a finger between her legs. “Still creamy,” he murmured. “Good.” Then he looked at Miles. “On your knees. Watch me ruin her first.”