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His grip on her hair tightens, and he pulls her head back, exposing her neck to me as he turns her to face him. “I did. Do you think we deserve a reward?”

“Yes, Sir,” she breathes out, and I can feel a shudder run through her body as she trembles over me.

Miles then turns his dark gaze on me. “Do you think you deserve a reward, Pretty Boy?”

I don’t even hesitate; I nod rapidly. “Fuck yes.”

Miles lets out a dark chuckle as he leans in closer to me, his lips right beside my ear as his breath flutters over my cheek. “Do I get to choose the reward?”

My brain has officially turned to mush, and I’m incapable of forming any sort of coherent thought. “Yes, Sir,” I reply on auto-pilot.

The smirk Miles throws my way should irritate the shit out of me. Instead it makes my cock twitch so much it has Indie moaning, rolling her hips as she does.

With his lips still beside my ear, he pulls Indie closer, until I can feel both of their breaths mixing beside my cheek, sending a shiver of anticipation through me. “Indie, do you think you could take us both?”

Indie gasps as I let out a low groan, worried I might actually come in my boxers before I get the chance to get my cock out. “Yes,” she replies quickly, her lips tickling my ear.

“Then take your clothes off, get on your knees, and get us both ready,” he says in a tone that leaves no room for discussion—not that there fucking would be one.

Miles lets go of her hair as Indie slides off my lap, rising to her feet as a blush spreads across her cheeks. Her gaze flicks between us as she slowly removes her vest top and jeans, leaving her standing in front of us in nothing more than a black lace bra and matching French knickers.

Miles leans closer to me, grabbing my attention from the gorgeous half-naked woman standing in front of me. “You better get naked too,” he says, his voice so low it’s almost hypnotic.

Honestly, I’ve never stripped quicker than at that moment. I’m not sure how I removed multiple items of clothing at once, but I did. I’m fairly certain I ripped a few buttons off my shirt when they wouldn’t open quick enough.

Miles chuckles beside me as I throw my boxers to the side, landing on top of the pile I created with the rest of my clothes. My cock bobs against my lower abdomen, straining and hard with pre-cum pooling on the tip, making it appear angry and swollen.

I turn to see Miles staring at my dick, his eyes dark and hooded as he licks his tongue over his lower lip, and I fight tosuppress a groan. Without even meaning to, I lean closer to him, desperate to feel his lips against mine.

When I’m close enough to kiss him, he pulls back slightly, that smug smirk of his growing when he sees how much I crave him. I draw in a ragged breath as I say, “I think it’s only fair you get naked, too.”

His brow raises at the challenge in my voice, but then he smiles. “Well, if it’s fair.”

As he takes his shirt off, Indie shuffles from one foot to the other in front of us, pulling both of our attention back to her. She’s rubbing her thighs together, desperately trying to ease some of the tension between her legs.

Miles fixes her with a pointed stare, his smirk turning to a frown. “You are not naked. I thought you were going to be a good girl and follow my instructions.”

Her mouth flops open as her eyes grow wide, and she quickly reaches behind to unhook her bra. “I’m sorry, Sir. I didn’t know if you wanted me to wait and continue stripping while you were watching.”

Fuck, I love when she turns totally submissive, giving herself over to Miles so willingly.

“Was that part of the instructions I gave you?” he asks sternly, throwing his shirt onto the pile of discarded clothes.

Watching him exert his dominance over Indie, whilst they’re both undressing, is my personal style of porn, and it’s taking every ounce of self-control not to touch my cock right now. If it weren’t for the thought that Miles might punish me, I’d be wanking myself already.

“No, Sir,” Indie mutters as she hangs her head, pulling her black bra off to reveal her fucking amazing tits.

“What were your instructions?” Miles snaps, lifting his arse up enough to pull down his trousers and boxers, his dick springing free.

Indie stutters over her words when she catches sight of his hardness, looking just as ready as mine. “S-strip, k-kneel, p-prepare your cocks.”

Miles fixes her with a glare, silence filling the room as Indie quickly removes her knickers, bending in a way that gives me a perfect view of her glistening pussy as she pulls them off.

“Good girl,” Miles states proudly when she throws her knickers to the side, and Indie smiles, rubbing her thighs together at the praise.

“Thank you, Sir,” she says as she lowers herself to her knees, sitting on the floor between me and Miles. “Please, may I suck your cock? And Jake’s?”

Fuck, my cock twitches as the urge to palm myself grows to an almost painful level.