Riley Inside Novels & Stories

she exhales “We just hate each other, it doesn’t mean we are enemies,” “Do you know who were those men?,” he asks a list of questions to clear his curiosity. “No,” “Then why did you help him? Eric might be the one in wrong,” “I wouldn’t help if he was alone,” “Was it because of that little boy?,” Aiden nods, Riley stares at her for few seconds and sits back, the car starts and he drives. The living room lights, Riley hugs the doll and dumps himself on the couch. He lays on the sofa staring up at the roof , his inner voice ticking every second. He sits straight when the room door creeks open, his gaze travels to Aiden when she walks to the kitchen

He was settling in. Riley looked at the lock on the door. It was a cheap, plastic twist-knob. One good shove and it would snap. She looked at the binder beneath her shirt. It was damp with sweat, itching against her skin. She needed to breathe. She needed to take it off, but the thought of being exposed in a room with a man who already looked at her like she was a bug under a microscope made her stomach turn. She reached over and turned the shower handle harder. The pipes rattled.

Riley smiled against her skin and slid one hand between Lila’s thighs, finding her soaked and ready. “Still so wet for me,” Riley said, voice husky. She rubbed Lila’s swollen clit in slow, teasing circles before pushing two fingers deep inside her. Lila gasped loudly, her walls clenching tight around the intrusion. Riley started thrusting steadily, curling her fingers to hit that sweet spot with every stroke. The wet, obscene sounds of her fingers pumping in and out filled the room.

Riley had only a few opportunities in her life to see other people's kindness toward her, but this was not the time to appreciate it. "I want to go to the WASHROOM!!!" Riley screamed as she struggled to get down from the bed. Finally, the Doctor and the nurses couldn't restrain her anymore; they had to help her get into the washroom. "Keep the door slightly open in case of..." The nurse couldn't finish her sentence as Riley slammed the door in her face and locked it. Riley heard the Doctor and the nurses shouting outside, asking her to be careful. Still, she didn't have the patience to listen. She quickly stood before the mirror with her wobbly legs and slowly raised her head to look in.

He said in a lustrous voice, "Isn't it obvious? I'm going to do you in each room. We have the rest of the morning and afternoon to accomplish that." Riley's face reddened at the idea. She had just been ruined in the showers earlier that morning, but she could not resist her husband. She bit her lip, imagining his thick shaft entering her, and her underwear suddenly became soaked. She looked around and saw the bright sun's rays seeping through the living room's glass window. Riley thought it was the perfect time to be pounced on by the glass window. She could be bare and scream all day, and no one would see and hear her.

I really shouldn’t be here. Then she spoke, her voice shaking. “What are you doing here?” I smiled—though I wasn’t sure she noticed—and answered honestly. “I don’t know.” Because truly, I didn’t. My body had moved on its own, ignoring reason, ignoring sense. Inside me, Riley was fighting hard, pushing, demanding. He wanted to mark her, to make her completely ours. I frowned, struggling to contain him. “Bastard,” he snarled within me. “Let me out. Let me help you do what you can’t.”

Then they bent her over the couch and took turns pounding her pussy and ass. Riley came again and again. Her moans became hoarse and broken. “Nnnngghhh… I’m cumming again… ohhh fuck… don’t stop… please don’t stop!” Suddenly, they heard voices right outside the door. Someone was trying the handle. “Shit, it’s locked. Who’s in there?” a crew member called. They all froze. Jax’s cock was buried deep in Riley’s pussy. Zane’s cock was in her mouth. Riley’s eyes were wide with fear and excitement.

Riley’s POV My stomach plunged into a fathomless pit. The air in the room felt thick, suffocating, as Ezra’s dark gaze locked onto me like a predator holding its prey in its sights. "Where have you been, Riley?" he repeated, his voice terribly quiet, a low rumble that vibrated through the floorboards. I swallowed the lump of sheer panic in my throat, forcing my hands to stop trembling. I needed a lie—a believable, devastating lie that would stop him from digging into my night.

"Gonna come— where?" "Inside her," Riley said softly. "Fill her up." He did — groaning deep, hips jerking, hot pulses flooding me. We stayed like that — panting, tangled. But Riley wasn't done. She slid down. Licked where we joined — tasting us both. Tongue flicking my clit, then his softening cock. Jaxon hissed. Hard again already. I laughed breathlessly. "Round two?" He pulled us both closer. "All night, girls. We're just getting started."

I met him and I just wanted to sneak out with his knowledge. "Where do you think you are going, poisoned Ivy?." He interrogated me in his deep voice. I paused and slowly turned around. I took in the sight of him,his long sleeve shirt was completely unbuttoned, I could see his toned abs. His hands went to his shirt as he buttoned them and then to his belt to buckle them, he raised his head to access me. I forced a smile,"Good morning to you too." Last night....it made me realize alot of things, Riley was actually a lonely teen and whatever made him freeze and break away from reality and even made him angry was something serious but my dumb self couldn't understand yesterday.