Miles X Peni Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Cool, can’t wait to talk hockey with him.” “What’s up” In saunters Miles wearing his favorite black jeans with holes in them, a black T-shirt and a baseball cap back to front, and his guitar slung over his shoulder. He’s the same build as Garrett and aside from the fact that Miles has Madi’s eyes, they are identical. He, however has zilch interest in hockey. He wants to make it big in the music industry and to be fair to him, he’s pretty mean on guitar and has a voice on him that makes the chicks fawn.

P-please…’ Miles gives her two more hard smacks, before quickly moving his hand to his pants and pulling out his hard throbbing cock, as he lines it at her entrance, he grabs the string to her tampon and pulls it out just before he thrusts forward hard, groaning as he leans forward and lays over her.

"You ever gonna stop talkin' like some cryptic old man?" "Not today." I drag the stool closer and grip his arm firmly. The first touch of the needle hits skin, and all the chaos in my head finally shuts the fuck up. It's just the sound, the movement, the precision of black ink sinking into flesh. Miles doesn't flinch. He never does. He's used to pain. Or maybe he just knows if he ruins my design, I'll lose my shit. The needle traces the first clean strokes. The smell of ink and disinfectant cuts through the faint mix of iron and skin.

In that moment, I know I’ll always be grateful to everyone in BHB for creating an atmosphere where Jayden can just laugh it off. "Cut it out!" Miles shouts at the peak of the new argument, a thin smile playing on his lips. "My voice is still the most important here. I’ve heard Team Beef, but there’s still something left in Team Pork." His sharp, dark eyes lock on me. "So, what are you offering?"

“Whenever you’re ready.” “Anything for my princess,” he said, making my cheeks flush. “That reminds me, Miles—I ran into one of your hoes at the mall a few days ago,” Minnie said. “She wouldn’t stop bugging me about how to reach you.” “One of them?” I raised a brow. “How many Jun-hoes are there?” Minnie laughed. “Jun-hoes? That’s really smart.” The table erupted in laughter. “There’s only you,” Miles said, pecking my cheek.

◇ KEL ◇ We'd been hiding out in the men's room roughly half an hour now. If it were up to me, we'd be past the Emergency Room at this point, getting xrays, laboratory requests and all that. But Miles didn't even want to step out of the lavatory. I couldn't just drag him out the door even if I tried—he was easily twice my size. His arms and upper body seemed more defined and muscular now. His free time must've been spent in the gym lately whenever he wasn't dating random girls he met at bars and clubs.

I thrust into his mouth as he began to suck my juices out of my vagina. I shut my eyes tight and grabbed Chen's hair hard. He moaned and sucked my now sore breasts harder. Miles withdrew his mouth and slipped two fingers inside my vagina then began to finger me fast, hitting hard against my g-spot. “Fuck! Ah!” I moaned and shuddered as I hit my climax. “Not the greatest taste but I liked it” Miles teased me and we all laughed as we took a break, breathing heavily. “Condom for me and a condom for you” Chen said and tossed one to Miles.

But Leonardo had received so much love that he was no longer desperate for Emily's gentleness. When Emily called, he would always run off after saying only a few words. When Emily took him out to play, he always insisted on bringing me along. After playing for a short while, he would want to go home and keep his Samoyed company. On the way home, Leonardo kept thinking about the Samoyed as he did not pay attention to the questions Emily asked him. "Mom, stop asking. I don't want to go home with you. I like it here with Grandma. Go love Adam instead. I don't need you to like me."

made way more sense. I looked at Miles, grinning like a fool. He started shifting uncomfortably under my stare, then pushed my face away and said in a forced serious tone, “Back to the point. You’re not allowed to be friends with Joanna Page. I don’t like that kind of woman.” I instantly leaned in, all sugar and obedience. “Okay. Miles doesn’t like women with amazing bodies, pretty faces, and skin-tight yoga pants.” Miles averted his gaze with obvious disgust, like he was remembering something unpleasant.

Miles was going to be the death of me. Dom: How’s that for harmless? Miles: Do me harm, please. 😈 I stared at my phone, my cock still painfully hard in my sweats. Oh, she was playing a dangerous game.