Rhea Ripley Sex Novels & Stories

“Mom? I was just… I-I didn’t… It was-” I look to the right to see Mom and Luna Eva gaping at us. I feel a little disconnected from my body. The fog in my mind clears enough to realize this is bad, but I’m not sure why. It takes another beat of my heart to realize what just happened. Oh. This is BAD. My chin bobs, trying to find something to say. “I-I think Caleb is having sex?” I blurt out. “What?” Everyone says at the same time. “I, uh, I could feel it… and I, um, I couldn’t stop myself…” I don’t know what I’m supposed to say next, but I’m very aware that Beckett still has his arms around me. My cheeks flush fiery red.

"But since you are my friend, I will let it slide." "Riri, you are not listening! Why would I be lying about something like this? I came back home, and he was naked! He tried to force—” "I don't want to hear you say something like that ever again, do you hear me, Sel?" Rhea's voice rose, becoming shrill. "How the fuck do you expect me to believe you? That my perfect, madly-in-love-with-me husband would try to… what? Fuck you? Have you seen you? Have you taken a good look at yourself? I'm way hotter than you and much prettier, and you are totally not his type. Why would you think he wanted to have sex with you? Don't be ridiculous!"

“You mean the trauma or the sex?” “Both. But mostly the sex.” “Ugh,” I rolled my eyes. “It was… fine. Moody. Like he was auditioning for a perfume ad but in bed.” “Moody sex is so overhyped,” Rhea sighed. “Give me a man who laughs during foreplay and eats my pussy like his rent depends on it.” “RH—” “I SAID WHAT I SAID.” I was wheezing. “You need help.” “I need a man who knows how to make pancakes and doesn’t ghost me after three days. Speaking of, did you even finish, or was he one of those ‘Did you cum?’ types?”

He replied in a low voice. Meanwhile, Lucius and Victor remained silent, sat it out, and waited for it to end. “What are you talking about?” Shirley asked with a perplexed look on her face. Lucian grinned mischievously, “Let me give you a quick summary. Almost a year ago, Miss Ripley and I met in a bar, and we FUCK a lot. Almost every day for 90 days. I’m her first and I penetrated all her holes. I can’t even remember how many times. I fuck her in the barn, in the boat. Even my parents saw her naked in my room. Her legs spread in there on display for me to ravish.” He said mockingly.

She keeps stroking you through it, milking every drop while Troy fucks her harder. She reaches back between her legs and rubs herself, chasing her second orgasm. Troy groans behind her, deep and low, and then he stills. You watch as he grunts, his body tensing, his hands gripping her tight. He’s buried deep inside her, his mouth open, eyes shut. Rhea moans again as she climaxes too, shaking between you both. The room goes quiet except for your breathing. Hers. His. You lean back against the couch, still catching your breath. Troy slips out of her and sinks down to sit beside her. Rhea lies between you, flushed and messy, covered in sweat and cum.

Masks Mandatory. "It’s a trap," Nehemiah said, his voice dropping to a low, protective growl. "She knows we tracked the flight. She’s inviting you into the center of her court so she can break you in front of the very people you tried to impress in Mexico. She wants a spectacle, Rhea." "I know it's a trap," I said, my voice leveling out into something flat and terrifying. I reached down and ripped the IV needle from my hand with one sharp tug. I didn't flinch as a bead of blood welled up and smeared against the white sheets.

Sweat glistened on Rhea’s skin, her sports bra clinging to her body, and I couldn’t stop staring. I stepped closer, wiping my face with the back of my glove. “Rhea… don’t you feel how I feel?” I asked, voice low. “It’s been almost fifteen days since we had sex. Fifteen. I’m dying here.” She raised an eyebrow, hands on her hips, looking equal parts amused and stern. “Did you die?” she asked flatly. I blinked. “Of course not.” “Exactly,” she said, poking my chest with one finger. “Until we’re done with training and you’re back in fighting shape, nothing like sex. You need to focus. Discipline, not my pussy.”

Luke thrust forward, face-fucking her with steady pumps, the head bumping her throat. Rhea watched for a moment, her eyes dark with lust, then climbed onto Camille's back like a cat in heat. She straddled her waist, grinding her soaked pussy against the curve of Camille's spine, leaving a trail of wetness on her skin. Rhea's fingers dove between her own thighs, rubbing her clit in fast circles while she leaned down to kiss Camille's shoulder, nipping at the skin.