Novel & Cerita Miles Morales X Reader

Chapter 3: Confession Booth Gangbang The faint crackle of the emergency radio died under another violent roll of thunder, but the rescue signal had already planted a seed of urgency in the candlelit sanctuary. Elias lay sprawled across the communion table, chest heaving, cum still leaking slowly from his freshly fucked hole onto the polished wood. Marcus leaned over him, pressing soft, lingering kisses to his sweat-damp forehead, his large hands stroking Elias’s sides with a tenderness that felt dangerously close to love.

He liked him a lot. He liked Aiden Morales in all the ways he never expected, and it made his body weak. “If I told you what I want, you wouldn’t want to be my friend anymore.” Aiden’s lips parted in shock, shoulders sinking. He didn’t understand--there were so many things about Miles he didn’t understand. It frustrated him, it puzzled him, it drove him crazy. He shook his head, “What are you talking about?” “It would scare you away, that’s all,” Miles admitted quietly, dark eyes melancholy.

Of course he did. “Why do you care so much?” He tilted his head, pressing the barrel harder until Jake hissed through clenched teeth and his cock twitched against the metal. A clear bead of precome welled at the slit, sliding down the underside in a slow, glistening thread. “This little street whore opens his legs for you one night and suddenly you’re ready to die for him? Pathetic.” Jake’s throat worked. He didn’t look away from me. “Milo…” The word came out cracked, barely audible.

I’m sending the pictures right now. “Miles…” I say. “Block her,” he says. But then an image comes through. It’s a candid shot, taken from the door of that unisex bathroom stall. Miles’s mouth is on my neck. My legs are wrapped around his waist. My head is thrown back in clear ecstasy. One last message comes in. Say goodbye to your career.

I say pulling away from his lips. “Miles, meet my biological mom. Mom this is Miles, my boyfriend and father of my unborn baby .” I say. The look on Miles' face is predictable. He is so angry that his veins are even seen. “ What is she doing here? ” Miles says almost pouring out venom at her . ** Hello good readers. Thank you so much for reading my book. This is the second last chapter of this book. Thanks so much for reading. You can also try reading some of my other books.

They’re Mikhail loyalists and our direct enemy, so we have to be on our toes. Throughout this, I have to force myself not to think about my last night with Xiomara. She fit me perfectly, both her pussy and her mouth. I didn’t want to stop; I wanted to get lost in her, wanted to fucking give myself to her and tell her we can stop the bullshit. But then a look of shame filled her as she swallowed me down and she bolted before I could tell her I wanted this and so much more. I knew she wouldn’t listen to me, not when she felt ashamed of what I made her feel.

I'm a whore! Miles jumps down from the desk. "Knowledge is power." He says, swiftly grabbing my wrist and dragging me to the bookshelf. I'm facing the bookshelf, while he stands facing me with his back to the bookshelf. "Pick the book farthest to the right on the top shelf. I read it last week; it was very helpful." "No! Your powers first." Morien shouts, but before he could run over to stop me, Miles is already lifting me by the waist, his fingers digging into my ass, while my breast presses into his shoulders and chest.

I rammed into him, my breath coming in short. Miles cried out, throwing his head back. His moans get more uncontrollable. I’d be surprised if he doesn’t hesitate to see everyone, with how loud he is. “Oh fuck,” Miles came so hard, he screamed, his legs shaking on my shoulder. With every thrust, he screamed, trying to pull away from overstimulation. “Fuck, Emmanuel,” he cried out, spreading his thighs as far as they can go, to cup his pussy, his wide eyes staring at me. “Oh shit, w-wai-“

DOM I meant to casually walk past her room like I didn’t give a damn, but instead, I lingered at her door like some fucking creeper. Miles sat curled up in a chair in the corner, her legs tucked beneath her, completely absorbed in a book. She wore those tiny cotton shorts that disappeared beneath a sweater two sizes too big, the wide neck slipping off one shoulder, exposing a sliver of golden skin. Was this what she wore to bed? Jesus Christ. I should have turned away. But I didn’t.

Damien couldn't hold it back as he suddenly felt numb, he sat on the floor, it was as if something in him had died but if he was like this, how would Mystique be feeling? "Can we go see her?" Mr. Miller asked in a shaky breath. "Yes but in two hours, excuse me" *~* Next chapter coming up shortly. I want to say thank you guys for reading my book, I never thought I would come this far but your comments and votes have kept me from stopping halfway. Thank you so much, my fellow readers and authors, I appreciate your efforts. Stay safe and be happy...!