Miles X Peni Novels & Stories

“Oh right. It would be best not to force yourself to consume too many pills in one go because it’s very bad for your health. “Do consider your partner’s mood to the best of your abilities. If you really can’t perform, do provide your partner with the freedom to seek pleasure elsewhere.” “You piece of sh*t! How dare you make nonsensical remarks!?” Miles’ face was ghastly pale, and he was so furious from the embarrassment that he threw himself onto Kayson. Kayson chuckled and swung a kick that sent Miles flying away. A few security guards wanted to approach, but Liam berated them, “Don’t meddle!”

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.

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

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?

At that moment, Penny was thrown in front of Miles. Miles lived not far away. He was drinking alcohol, and while looking at Penny, his eyebrows raised slightly. “She does look quite good.” Feeling incredibly weak, Penny had sweat rolling down her body again. It was probably due to too much tension, and the pain in her stomach returned. Miles had a face that looked like a kind elder, but the occasional ferocity in his eyes still sent shivers down one’s spine. He was just about to walk over when he heard footsteps not far away. Two maids came over, both with panicked expressions on their faces.

I sucked her bottom lip and I let her hear the wet sound and I felt her tits press into mine through both our shirts while Miles sat on the rug with his phone face down and his thighs spread because his dick was getting hard and he hated that we could see the exact shape of it pushing against his zipper. “Look at him,” I said against Leni’s mouth without pulling all the way off her. “He cannot even sit still and we have not touched him yet.” Leni made a little noise into the kiss and her hand slid down from my neck to squeeze my tit through my shirt, pinching the nipple until I hissed. Miles’s breath went ragged on the floor. I could smell him from here, sweat and the beer I gave him and the

“Knees.” Miles went down. The smell of dust, rubber, and his own sweat thickened in his nose as Reid freed himself from the black training pants. He was thick, fully hard, and the sight of his coach’s cock in the half-lit conditioning room made Miles’s mouth go dry and then wet for an entirely different reason. “Open,” Reid said.