Riley Murray Nude Novels & Stories

She slumped down and Michael’s chest. “Where are you sneaking away?” he asked without opening his eyes. Riley was nervous for no reason. Last night was her first time being naked in front of him. She did not mind last night but now, at this moment, she felt shy. “N-No where,” she managed to say. Michael rolled onto his side, still holding her in his arms. He slowly opened his eyes and looked at her. She tore away the eye contact and tried to get up while covering her front with the duvet.

By the time we headed back to the villa, I was aching. The place was quiet. Parents still out. Riley headed straight for the outdoor shower by the pool, leaving the door half-open. I went inside to grab towels, but something pulled me back out there. Steam was already rising. I pushed the door the rest of the way open. Riley stood under the spray, completely naked. Water ran down her tits, over her stomach, between her legs. She didn’t cover up. Just looked at me with that same smirk. “Forgot to lock it,” she said.

Riley watched, transfixed, her hand unconsciously brushing over her own thigh. “Come here,” I told her, breaking the kiss. “She feels as good as she looks.” Riley hesitated only a moment before shedding her hoodie, revealing a simple tank top that showed off her lean, athletic build and colorful tattoos on her arms and collarbone. She climbed onto the wide chair beside us, eyes dark with want. Lena reached for her first — a tentative touch on Riley’s arm that turned bolder when Riley leaned in and kissed her.

Lyra The morning crushes me before I even put a foot out of bed. The phone vibrates incessantly on my nightstand, like a frantic heart unable to find a normal rhythm. I reach out, numb, my eyes still glued shut by fatigue, and unlock it. Notifications pour down. Messages, missed calls, tags, press alerts. And that headline, in capital letters, icy, brutal: ALTERCATION BETWEEN TWO POWERHOUSES, ALEXANDRE DELCOURT AND DANIEL RENZI ON THE BRINK OF CONFRONTATION OVER A WOMAN?

“Same.” Leo spun again. This time it landed on Riley. “Dare,” she said instantly, still in Noah’s lap. Leo’s eyes darkened playfully. “Take off your top. Bra stays on, but you’re topless the rest of the game.” Riley didn’t hesitate. She peeled off her baby tee, revealing a lacy black bralette. Noah’s hands tightened slightly on her waist. She tossed the shirt aside and spun the bottle proudly. It pointed at Mia again.

I had one ear on their conversation and another on my phone as I opened her latest message. It wasn’t a text this time. It was a video. The moment I clicked play, my blood ran hot. There she was—Riley. Naked. Writhing. Moaning. Her head was thrown back in pleasure, her fingers tangling in Leslie’s hair as the latter kissed down her body. Their skin gleamed under dim bedroom lighting, their breaths ragged, their movements desperate. My entire body tensed, my grip tightening around the phone. This little brat.

The sound of running water came from the bathroom. Santino took out his phone and opened his chat with Erin. The last message was his own cold reply: "Then get rid of it." His finger hovered over the screen, but he couldn't bring himself to type. The water stopped, and a moment later, the door opened. Riley emerged, wrapped in a translucent silk robe, her wet hair cascading over her shoulders. As she walked, the robe slipped. Black lace lingerie accentuated her voluptuous curves. She knew how to please a man, especially a man in the mafia.

I sat back in my chair, unbuttoning my shirt to watch the best show of my life. "I love how slutty our little Ruby is." I said as I removed my pants and got comfortable in my chair, butt naked. The leather was cold to my skin and felt good on my hot body. I grabbed myself just as Riley took Jax in her mouth. He held his shirt bunched in his hands and stared down at our goddess bopping and moaning over his hard cock. Goddess, I missed that massive cock. Riley looked so damn sexy with him deep in her mouth too. So long we had a missing piece and finally it was here.

“You have a change of clothes?” I asked as I wiped some of the wet hair from his face. Riley nodded, reaching in and grabbing his duffle from the back seat. As if nothing, he started to pull his wet clothes off right there. One of the boys coughed as Riley dropped his pants and looked at me, shocked. “Riley…at least…” “It’s fine. The entire population of Georgia has seen me naked. Maybe even railed me. It’s not an issue.”

He mumbles, looking down at his desk. “I’m glad to hear that. Now, if that’s the case, can you please be Ainsley’s helper and introduce her to everyone this week?” She sounds nicer now. “Alright, Miss Ratner.” His eyes brighten up. He looks at me and smiles, “Hi! I’m Riley.” He has straight blonde hair that comes down to his chin. It’s a little tangled and looks like straw. I don’t think he brushed it this morning. He has hazel eyes and tan skin. He’s missing a couple of teeth that make his smile look funny.