Riley Murray Nude Novels & Stories

I’ve been wondering how he’d gotten enough support so readily. “He was cute, too. Good in bed. Probably better than you. But now you’ll never find out how talented I am,” Riley snickers, waving her heaving bosom in my face. The fabric of her bodice just barely covers her nipples, it’s cut so low. She is vulgar, gross, and dumber than a post. I’d rather die than touch her. I don’t tell her these things, however. There’s no point wasting the energy. Riley must not think I’m properly disappointed by not having the opportunity to sample her wares, because she primps and tosses her long, white-blonde hair over her shoulder, again, right in my face.

I wasn't able to reconcile how I got from a happy and peaceful soul to a cold-hearted betrayal. The bathroom door opened and Rylee was just standing there, in a skimpy black dress, and a lacy kimono. She looked at me in a strange way, not pitiful, or sad, or... “Rylee?” I smiled, knowing she was up to no good. She was my perfect distraction, but I rather focus on her than anything else. “Let me help you to a scrub and massage while you do your thing.” She winked. Down came her kimono, and her dress and... Nothing! She was freaking nude, her sultry frame before me; firm small boobs, with pink killer nipples, slender waist that made her hips a bit curvy, long pretty thighs. She had this perfec

"I don't care. You smell like the rink and fear. Go. Now." Riley grabbed her things and retreated to the bathroom. She didn't lock the door-it didn't matter anymore. She stripped off the jersey, the heavy pads, and finally the binder. She saw the red welts on her ribs in the mirror. She looked at her hair, messy and uneven. She looked like a disaster. She stood under the water for a long time, trying to scrub the day off her skin. When she finally came out, wrapped in a thick hoodie and sweatpants, Jax was sitting at his desk. He had his laptop open, but he wasn't looking at it.

I went back to the living room, where Rylee laid a clean carpet in front of the fireplace with three bottles of whiskey on the side. Thank the fuck they have alcohol. Rylee came near me, reaching for a shirt. Teeth grating, she removed what little clothing she had without a care in the world. I had forgotten about the cold as I stared at her naked body, tongue-tied. I swallowed hard, taking in miles of milky skin and delicious curves dotted with a few inks. The makeup she used to cover them must’ve been washed out in our swim. She put on an oversized shirt, halting, when she realized I stood frozen in front of her.

As I walk back into the mansion, I can’t help but feel a rush of adrenaline. Maybe a drink would be nice to calm my nerves. …. I stroll inside the living room, and Riley’s bright laughter welcomes me. She is sitting on the kitchen counter. Her phone is pressed to her ear and has changed her clothes, wearing a loose black sweater with skin tight leggings. The sweater is too big and slides down her bare shoulder, showing her milky skin. Her lean legs are equally tempting. I wonder how it would look if I prop them above my shoulders. I stalk near her. She glances towards me and cuts the call.

The water shuts off then a minute later, he steps out with towel slung low on his hips, water still dripping down his chest, his hair wet and messy. He freezes when he sees me. His eyes rake over my tank top, tiny shorts, no bra and bare legs. “Riley,” he hisses. “What are you doing here?” I don’t answer with words, I wanted to show him I was capable, not a timid shy girl he take me to be. So I cross the room and drop to my knees in front of him. His breath hitches as his Adam apple bobbed up and down. “Riley—”

“Good little mile-high slut. Now unzip your skirt and pull it up. I’m going to fuck you right here in the seat while the plane flies.” Riley’s eyes widened. “Here? With people around us?” Lucas smirked. “Exactly here. Blanket over us. Slow and deep. You’re going to take my cock while the whole cabin sleeps. And if you make a sound, everyone will know what a filthy whore you are.” Riley’s pussy clenched at the words. She was terrified. She was soaked. She slowly unzipped her skirt under the blanket and pulled it up to her waist, exposing her bare, cum-smeared pussy.

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.

Tyler followed close behind, already pulling his shirt off, revealing his athletic, ripped body. Ryan lay down on his back on the huge bed, completely naked now. His thick, heavy cock stood straight up, veined and throbbing, the head shiny with pre-cum. He grabbed my hips and pulled me over him. “Come here, Mia. Sit on my cock. Let me stretch that pretty pussy again.”

She couldn't. “I… I can’t—” she choked out. “I can’t leave without Noah. Giovanni has him!” Isla’s face covered with frustration and panic flickering in her eyes. “Damn it, Kat! We can’t—” It was at that moment the bathroom door burst open with a violent slam. Riley stepped out, barefoot, in a sleek coral dress that shimmered beneath the chandelier and wrapped around her body. In her right hand, a pistol glinted. She looked from one to the other while her lips curved into a slow, venomous smile.