Page 24 of Miles

I sit back on my heels, grabbing under Collins ass and pulling him to rest on my thighs so I can get the best angle possible. He lets out a grunt and I joke, “This old man’s still got it, don’t he?” I line the lubed head of my cock up to his puckered hole, tracing around it a few times before I begin to press into him gently.

And to my surprise, I break through his ring of muscle easier than I thought I would. His head falls back, pushing into the mattress, his beautiful throat on display, but I can’t think about wrapping my hand around it and taking his oxygen from him or I’ll be coming even quicker than I already know I’m going to be.

“Fuck, Miles, you feel so good.” The moan that follows just about does me in, and I’m not even fully seated inside him yet.

This is going to be embarrassing.

Kayla thankfully pulls me out of my thoughts. “I’ve been waiting to witness you two together for so long.” The speed Kayla’s hand is moving over her clit has my cock flinching inside of Collin.

Yep, so much for lasting longer than a couple of minutes.

I press into Collin fully, my pelvis hitting his already drawn up balls, which makes me wonder if he’s also closer to finishing than I thought. After only a few slow thrusts in and out, he’s a mess. “I want your cum filling me up, Sir.”

And without a word, I push his legs back a bit more so I can really get the best angle to hit his prostate before I begin thrusting in and out without reprieve.

My grunts and Collin’s groan marry together with Kayla’s panting, and this might be the filthiest thing I’ve ever been a part of.

Kayla screams, “I’m coming! Fuck, fu⁠—”

And at the sight of her falling apart for us, I’m on the verge of begging Collin to come.

“Are you going to be a good boy and come without touching that pretty cock of yours?” He whimpers and nods his head. His hand twists one of his mauve nipples, and I follow suit with his other.

Anything to get him to finish before me.

His face morphs into pure pleasure, and I do a couple half-thrusts right into his prostate, and that seems to do him in. “Mmm, I’m coming. Thank you, Sir, thank⁠—”

Ropes of cum cover his stomach as he does exactly what I wanted him to do.

Come with no hands.

Now that he’s finished, I’m free to do so too.

Between thrusts, I grunt, “I’m going to fill this tight little hole.”

He whimpers and begs, “Please, Sir, fill me. Breed me. Make me yours.”

And that’s what pulls me over the cliff. One more deep thrust and I stay seated inside of him as I come the hardest I have since the night we didn’t know we were together. “Good boy. Take my cum.”

We’re both sweaty messes, panting to catch our breath, when Kayla comes strutting over to the bed. She crawls up and sprawls out, leaning over to run her tongue through Collin’s cum. I’m still deep inside him holding mine exactly where it needs to be.

“I could plug this ass back up and keep my cum where it belongs, couldn’t I?” They both groan at that.

Kayla moves to kneel beside me and pulls me into her lips. Her tongue meets mine, and Collin’s essence floods my taste buds, causing me to hum in appreciation.

“Can’t suck his cock, but I can at least clean his mess up.”

THIRTEEN

COLLIN

For the first time ever, I’m woken up by… a rooster.

The sound feels like it’s directly next to my ear, and like a petulant child, I go to wrap my pillow around my head and pray to whatever god may take pity on me that I’m relieved of my suffering soon.

God, when did Miles fucking get roosters?

The sound continues and pretty much claws at the inside of my brain.