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“I’m going to come. Please, can I, Sir?” Indie groans, her words cutting off on a loud moan.

“Come on his tongue like a good little slut,” Miles replies.

I swipe my tongue along her slit, circle around her clit, before flicking the tip of my tongue over it as Indie cries out. I suck herhard nub into my mouth, nibbling gently with my teeth before soothing it with my lips.

Not long after getting his permission, Indie comes hard on my face, her juices flooding my mouth as she loses control. She cries out, shouting my name loudly, like I’m the deity she prays to, and I reward her by lapping at her cunt.

Her body shivers beneath me as Miles holds her down, kissing and reassuring her as she tries to claw back some semblance of control following her second orgasm. Her juices are coating my face, and I happily lick my lips clean as I sit back, looking at her pretty swollen pussy.

“Good girl,” Miles croons into her ear, sending a shiver down her spine as she soaks up his praise.

Miles then turns to me, a wicked smirk on his face as he drops his gaze to stare at my throbbing, painfully hard cock.

“I’m guessing you want your reward now?” Miles asks, and I quickly nod.

“Yes, please.” I hate how fucking eager I sound, and the way his cocky smirk grows when he hears it.

“Have you been good enough for me to let you choose your own reward?” Miles muses, more to himself than me. He then turns to Indie. “What do you think, Dee? Should Jacob be allowed to choose his own reward?”

She pauses for a second, contemplating her answer, before finally nodding with a smile. “He’s been so patient the last few days, and I know it’s bothered him that he’s been missing out. I would really like to see more of the two of you together, if I get a say in his reward,” she replies cheekily, heat flooding her face at her confession.

Miles nods his head slowly, as if contemplating her response. He then turns to me, his heated gaze almost black as his lip tips into a wicked smirk. “If I let you choose, what would you want?”

I mean, this is like handing a child the golden ticket to a chocolate factory and then asking them which sweet treat they want to try first. Of course, they want to try anything and everything, so choosing just one is torture. It’s the same for me right now, so instead of getting caught in my head, I follow my heart.

“I’d like to fuck your arse,” I admit, my cheeks flushing with my admission as I drop my gaze, not daring to look at him afterwards.

Miles lets out a dark, rumbling chuckle that captures my attention. “I should’ve known you’d choose that.”

I quickly rush to provide other options, just in case he doesn’t like the sound of my, quite frankly, fucking awesome suggestion. “If you’re not into it, we can do literally anything else. I just want to come.”

This time when Miles laughs, his face lights up, making him appear even more handsome. His gaze drops to my cock, taking in how painfully hard I am, before looking over at Indie.

“What do you think, Gorgeous Girl, should I let him fuck my arse?” Miles asks, and I hold my breath, waiting for Indie to respond.

Luckily, almost instantly, she’s nodding her head with an eager expression on her face. “Yes. Definitely.”

Miles turns to face me with a wicked glint in his eyes, and I hold my breath as I wait for him to speak. “You better get the lube.”

My heart seems to skip a beat, and I wonder for a brief second if I heard him correctly. As he lifts Indie off his lap and places her on the sofa beside him, my brain plays catch up and I let out the breath I was holding.

Miles wraps his hand around his cock, pumping it slowly, as he wags his brows at me suggestively. I can hear the unspoken question in them, wondering why the hell I’m not moving whenhe just handed me everything I’ve ever wanted on a silver fucking platter.

When my brain catches up, I jump up and run over to the chest of drawers beside the sofa, almost tripping over my own feet with anticipation and excitement. I grab the lube and slam the drawer closed, wincing when it bangs louder than I intended.

I walk over to Miles, apprehension seeping into my veins, as I stop in front of him, my arm outstretched with the lube in my hand. Miles stands from the sofa, forcing me to take a hesitant step back, as the unfamiliarity of the situation sends my nerves haywire.

Miles reaches out and places his hand on my cheek, and I lean into the warmth of his touch. He ignores the lube I’m offering, so I drop my arm, allowing him to step closer to me as he strokes his thumb over my cheek.

“I’m still going to top from the bottom a little, as that’s just my nature. I know you’ve done anal with girls before, so you just need to treat it the same as you would have done,” Miles explains, sounding softer than he usually is.

There’s a kindness that he reserves solely for me and Indie, and when he shows us how much he cares like this, my heart is done for. There’s not a doubt in my mind how I feel about this amazing man, and I’m full of regret that I missed out on ten years with him.

I push the dark thoughts away, as this is definitely not the time for them. “Do you want me to start gentle and prep you slowly?” I ask him.

Miles nods, suddenly looking shy and unsure of himself, which shifts my world on its axis as I’m not used to seeing it. “I’ve had a finger in my arse before, but that’s all. You’ll need to go slow at first, but don’t be afraid to push me.”

When I see the vulnerable expression on his face, it hits me how valuable this gift he’s giving me truly is. It’s not somethinghe’s done with anyone else, nor has he considered it. Yet he cares so much about me and my need to experiment, that he’s willing to go above and beyond.