Riley Gaines Nude Novels & Stories

“Take the dress off, baby. Slowly. Let me see every inch I’ve been fantasizing about for years.” Her hands shook slightly as she reached for the hem, but her eyes stayed locked on mine. She peeled the fabric up and over her head, letting it drop to the floor. Fuck. Riley stood there completely bare except for the flush on her skin. Full, heavy breasts with tight pink nipples, soft curves at her hips, and that pretty, glistening pussy still shiny from my tongue and her release.

She gagged softly but didn’t pull back. Behind her, Riley—nineteen, lacrosse team, lean and tattooed—knelt with his face buried between Ava’s thighs. His tongue worked her clit in fast, relentless circles while two fingers pumped in and out of her soaked cunt. Wet slurping sounds echoed off the cinder-block walls. Ava’s hips rocked back against his mouth, moaning around Marcus’s dick.

Elaine’s POV Riley was a striking presence, her beautiful tanned skin naturally radiant in a way that stood out amidst the pale complexions so common around here. Her dark hair, streaked with vibrant blue highlights, framed her face with a touch of rebellious flair. A tattoo of a dragon coiled gracefully around her neck, its intricate design adding to her allure. Her blue eyes were vibrant and mesmerizing, a stark contrast against her sun-kissed skin. They sparkled with mischief and intelligence, drawing you in with their depth. Her small nose added a delicate touch to her features, while her full red lips stood out, naturally inviting.

But the thought of police, fingerprints, a record… She couldn’t afford that. Slowly, she pulled her t-shirt over her head, revealing a simple white bra. Then her jeans, stepping out of them until she stood in just her underwear. Mr. Kane’s gaze moved over her , slow, deliberate. “Everything.” Riley’s hands shook as she unhooked her bra, letting her full, perky breasts spill free. Then she slid her panties down, stepping out of them. She was completely naked in the small changing room, arms instinctively crossing over her chest.

Riley hurried her bath, and after making sure she smelled heavenly, she put on one of the underwear she and Zia had bought the other day. She wore a black butterfly thong and a see-through bra that barely did the job of holding her breasts. After checking herself in the mirror, Riley covered herself with a red satin robe. Next, she went to the bedroom. Adrian was waiting for her. He was leaning on the headboard, completely naked. His member was up, and his hand was stroking his length. That scene, combined with his perfectly sculpted body, broad chest, six-pack abs, and tall figure, was enough to make her cum.

he mutters against my lips, pumping his fingers slow and deliberate, curling them to hit that spot that makes my knees buckle. “Good girl.” I whimper into his mouth, hips rocking forward, fucking myself on his hand. Riley is behind me in seconds. I feel her nails drag down my spine, then the slow rasp of my zipper. The dress slides off my shoulders, down my body, pooling at my feet like shed skin. Cool air hits my naked body. Every inch of me exposed. “Look at these perfect fake tits,” Riley purrs, her hands cupping them roughly from behind,

Laptop open on the coffee table, screen dark. Riley let the coat drop—wool pooling around her ankles. Naked. Skin prickling in the air-conditioned chill. She crossed the carpet—slow, deliberate—climbed onto his desk. Papers shifted under her ass. She spread her legs wide—heels braced on the edge, thighs open, glistening already from the anticipation that had been building since she left the party two nights ago.