Miles X Peni Novels & Stories

Miles moaned in his sleep, his fingers dancing along my exposed skin. “I can smell your arousal, Tia. It’s getting harder to respect your pace.” Miles' voice was pinched and full of husk and lust. It was low, and its underlying growl was pulling Meadow forward.

Miles is very chipper in the morning. He even makes me breakfast. He cannot stop talking about how he is inspired to be like Brian. “He is a nepo baby, you cannot compare yourself to him Miles,” I reasoned. “He is such a pure man though. I heard he has never had a girlfriend, man he is living like a monk, no woman, no sex,” he continues, rambling.’ I snicker, only if this man knows how filthy and dirty that man’s mouth is, the things he can do with his mouth alone disqualify him from being a monk.

I don’t want him to do anything he doesn’t want to do, just to try and please me or his brother. He let out a long, heavy breath, closing his eyes and leaning his forehead on mine. He took several deep breaths, inhaling my scent. “I’m so nervous,” Miles admitted. “I’m…. I’m not experienced like Mick is, Chloe. I have only been with a few partners, and haven’t done anything like what you and Mick have.” He opened his eyes, and I gasped at how vulnerable and beautiful they were. “I don’t want to disappoint you.”

It was a dark and stormy night. No kidding. When the weather turned nasty I pulled off the highway and sought shelter in a motel. I unloaded a new toy I had made and set it up in my room for the night. I was in the process of delivering this equipment, but I decided to take a good look at it that night. It was a full sheet of 8x4 plywood, painted and upholstered on one side. There were various attachments and such, and it took a while to put it all together. When I was done, there in my motel room was quite a nifty wife-pleasing contraption. It was, quite simply, a fucking machine. The "Penetron." Near the bottom were two blocks to stand on. There were handholds and a comfy headrest. The who

Miles commented with a shrug, his jab obviously meant for Miley. “Very funny Miles, at least he doesn’t like clownfish!” Miley retorted “What’s wrong with clownfish?!” Miles argued, “Clownfish are for girls not boys. You’re a girl for liking clownfish, at least oldie here knows better” Miley explained, her tone mocking and I knew what was to happen next. “Hey! Take that back, right now! I am not a girl and who says boys can’t like clownfish? You only think that because of that cartoon you watched! Right, Mason?” Miles retorted heatedly; it was so like him to drag Mason to their arguments.

Then I lifted my hands and pinned them on the wall. Miles patted my legs and shoved his dick inside my anus. “Fuck!” I moaned. “I’m not done yet,” Miles said and pinnned his head to my back. Of course, he wasn’t done yet because that wasn’t the last of him. He was huge after all. He slid the rest of his dick inside me and my mouth stretched in a moan. “Fuck,” “You like it, don’t you,” he kissed my neck. My eyes widened and for a moment, I stood dazzled, struck in pleasure and amazement.

he commanded. Without hesitation, I did. He unzipped his pants, lowering them along with his briefs until they hung below his ass and cheeks, leaving the 'monster' that had been battling to find freedom, free. My jaw dropped. How would this ever fit? Miles owned so many extravagant things, and his cock just topped the list. Ten inches long, fat with a pink top. How did he manage to hide this? Miles grabbed my hair, forming a bun. “Open your mouth,” he ordered, and I did.

He grinned impishly. Miles unscrewed the cap of the pen, and a strong watercolor smell hit him immediately. Standing at the other end of the sofa, he took the watercolor pen, ready to draw on Cedrick's face.

Miles's voice sounded cold this time as he glared hard at the lady, and she quickly nodded. "This way," She turned to me hesitantly and said. "We are your customers, so, you need to treat my woman with respect," Miles said to the Penelope lady. "You can't look my woman with those eyes," He further said, and she quickly bowed. "Forgive me, Mr. Miles," She apologized immediately. "I'm not the one you should be apologizing to," "Forgive me, ma'am," She hesitantly bowed to me, and I nodded awkwardly. Why was Miles being mean, please?