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Adrian lifted a finger, adding, “How dare your fans compare you to me?!” “Adrian, come on. We all know those are all gossip,” Riley first reacted. “It’s funny!” “And, besides, Uncle, you did ask me to take Aunt out,” Taylor pointed out. Adrian pointed to himself, saying, “So, it’s my fault now? Did I put those words into your fans’ mouths? I want this clarified immediately! The important thing to announce is that Riley is still married to me! I am her one and only husband, and you—you are just my daughter’s boyfriend!”

He grinned as they stepped inside. Emily locked the door, set her phone on the desk, and started a live session on OnlyFans. Comments began pouring in at once. “Hello, everyone. Emily here. Another session, but today’s a little special. I’m with one of my top spenders.” She tilted the camera toward Jacob’s chest, careful to keep his face out of frame as he’d requested. “He’s the only top spender who found me today, so that means he won. Yay.” The chat filled with complaints.

“What are you talking about?” Damien turned the phone toward her. On the screen was her secret OnlyFans page. Not just the main one — the locked posts. The ones where she was completely naked, legs spread, fingering herself. Another picture showed her shoving a dildo deep in her pussy with the caption “wish this was your cock daddy.” Riley’s face went pale. “Delete that right now. That’s private.”

The message app was open. The profile picture was him. Shirtless, that same lion tattoo on his chest I’d seen when he mowed the lawn without a shirt last summer. Username confirmed: DominantDaddyRex. Hundreds of messages. Fans begging for customs. Girls sending nudes. Payment notifications rolling in. I clicked the media tab almost on autopilot. There he was.

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 has to have gone nut to be calling me at this time, or did he not think that I would see the show? “That must be the case, because think about it…why would Logan, the sexiest and most handsome actor in Hollywood settle for someone like…errr, what’s her name again?” They giggled, obviously having fun making jest of me. I hissed and turned off the television. Riley wished she could fly back to New York from Miami, but the fucking tabloids have their fangs on her and she definitely does not want them to eat her up like a toast. Leah has been ignoring all her calls and messages too.

"Have you ladies met my finance? This is Riley." "Oh my God! It's Riley Phillips." One of the girls reached out and touched Riley's arm, her smile widening as if that shit was possible. "You look so pretty in that white bikini I've seen you in on the previews for Down Low. We're so excited to see it." "Thanks. It was a lot of fun." She beamed and glanced over at me, stealing my heart for the millionth time. "And I got to meet this guy. Best catch ever."

Riley looked up from where she was sprawled on her bed, her legs spread wide apart without a care, one knee bent up high so her tiny sleep shorts rode up even further, giving me a clear view of the outline of her slit pressing against the thin material, the fabric looking damp too, like she was feeling the same kind of heat I was. She had been fanning herself lazily with a notebook, trying to create some breeze, but now she stopped completely and just stared at me, her dark brown eyes dropping straight down to my chest where my nipples were poking out hard and obvious through the wet tank top, the points stiff and sensitive from the way the air brushed over them. "Wanna stop pretending we ar

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.

Riley wags her tongue and motions for all ten boys to get comfortable. They’re in their prime, dressed nonchalantly because of course, they’re here to fuck horny bitches and not impress them. “Uh— hi.” I wave stupidly at the ones checking me out. ‘Spread your legs!’ A naughty voice in my head demands. ‘Give them something to talk about… Get in the mood, girl!’ Instead, I grab another shot and gulp it down on an empty stomach. Riley is in her ‘wild’ elements. She lap dances on the horny guys, one by one, grinding her pussy on their cocks, letting them smack her ass and grab… one crazy dude goes as far as pushing his fingers against her cunt as if to break through the sheer fabric and get acce