Miles X Peni Novels & Stories

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.

Nothing—and I meant absolutely nothing—could have prepared me for the sight before my eyes. Miles stood with his back to me. He was shirtless, dark tendrils of ink swirling up his back in vine-like spirals. His muscles contracted and rippled beneath his skin as he worked with something on the stove. The aroma of bacon lingered in the air. I blamed the way my mouth suddenly moistened on the delicious smell and not on the fact that Miles had bed hair and wore low-riding sweatpants that revealed his back dimples. "Are you just going to stand there gawking?" He didn't even turn around. Miles asked the question as if he were asking me about the weather.

Miles feels pre-cum leak into his underwear just watching the handsome Omega walk away. Miles walks out of the hall, holding his study notes right in front of his pants to hide the big bump. He walks up the dark stairs to the Silverclaw Council Chamber so he does not get stuck with anyone. He gets inside, locks the Secured Moon Gate fast, and unbuttons his pants. He sits on his chair and pulls out his big, hard, aching wolf cock.

Kale pov Miles did the work. Only one of us could thrust if we planned to keep this up without tearing him. I hadn’t expected it to feel so fucking good. Trevor’s cock slid up and down mine inside Miles’s ass, the thick shaft massaging my length with every slow drag. The heat, the pressure, the slick glide of his skin against mine through Miles’s tight channel—it was overwhelming. Miles had stopped clenching in resistance; now he focused on staying as open as he could, breathing deep and slow, trying to take us both without breaking.

"Thank you, sir." "No thanks necessary," Miles said. "I'm glad you appreciate it! This seventh-grade flower is of little use to me, so consider it my small congratulatory gift." Myles regarded it as an something of an investment, as there were only two months left until the sect tournament. Given Severin's current pace in training, it was not unlikely that he would get another breakthrough within that timeframe.

Deeper. Miles pulled his fingers out. I whimpered at the loss. “Easy,” he said. He reached for the nightstand—Mark’s lube bottle, the one we barely used. Poured some into his palm. Coated himself generously. Jace held me still—hands on my hips. “Breathe, baby. Let him in.” Miles pressed the head against my back entrance—slow, steady pressure. I tensed at first, then forced myself to relax. The head popped past the ring—burning stretch, then fullness.

Miles positioned his erected, hard d**k right between her legs that was wet and ready. It was slowly going in, teasing her, slowly going out. It started to become intense; Miles is now at a point of no return and Alexia. They both needed to release all the fluid that had built up from the high of their intercourse. Miles began to rock and dig Alexia violently.

Wilder repeated himself right when the doors opened. “THERE WAS THIS DUDE IN THE CROWD WHO DIDNT HAVE A SHIRT AND HE WAS FIT!! HE KEPT WINKING AT ME AND BITING HIS LIPS AND UGHHH!!! WHY ARE MEN SO HOT!!!" Miles cried out. “Okay Miles we get it, now go get change you smell horrible" Nikolai rolled his eyes. "Oh please I smell amazing even when I sweat" Miles said grabbing his bag, "later hoes, about to get me some dick tonight" He said leaving the room.

“You… you all know?” Miles steps forward, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. “Yeah, Dolores. We’re not exactly blind or deaf.” Connell’s smirk widens as he leans against the doorframe. “And let’s just say, I’m not complaining.” Dolores’s eyes narrow at Connell. “You could’ve knocked.” “We could have,” Connell admits with a shrug. “But where’s the fun in that?” “I don’t find it too fucking fun at all,” Miles grinds out.

“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.”