Simon Riley X Reader Mga Nobela at Kwento

He pressed deeper, his thumb grinding on my clit. I was so close again, tears streaming down my face from the intensity. “Go,” I whispered frantically. “Answer her before—” My bedroom door slammed open beside us. I heard heavier unsteady footsteps drift closer as Simon’s voice slurred through the corridor. “If my brother touches what’s mine again… I’ll tell everyone what you really are, Cain. I swear it.” My blood ran cold. Cain’s fingers stilled inside me. We both held our breath, our bodies still pressed against the wall in the dark. My robe is open, his cock is still hard against my thigh, the evidence of our sin is everywhere...

The way we'd tell the world that the three of us were committed to each other in a way that most people couldn't even comprehend. At one point, Riley excused herself to go to the bathroom and came back with her laptop. She opened a document and looked at us. "I want to write about this," she said. "Not in a creepy way, but like... this moment. Us deciding. This chapter of the book." "Of course you do," I said, but I was smiling. Riley started typing, and Jayson and I watched her work. The way her fingers moved across the keyboard. The little frown of concentration on her face. The passion that came through in every word.

Riley asked in a displeased tone as she poked his head with a finger. “Please look after your image, godmother! Also, only my girlfriend can kiss me!” “Oh, do you have a girlfriend already, little one?” “I don’t have one now, but I’ll surely have one in the future.” Given the way that he was acting like a haughty adult, one could imagine that he would undoubtedly resemble his father after growing up. Riley did not like Simon’s high and mighty demeanor. She scoffed and said, “You don’t have a girlfriend now anyways. It’s alright for me to kiss you.” After that, she reached out her arms and tried to grab him.

Without knowing what was going on in the office currently Riley walked out of the bathroom in Xavier's white dress shirt, drying her long hair that was still dripping wet. At the sound of the door opening, she glanced up to See Xavier by the door. She instantly stiffened Xavier on the other hand did not expect to see such a scene when he entered. Not only did Riley shower here, but she stood under the warm light of the room in his shirt. Her eyes seemed slightly teary and dazed His shirt was very large, and the collar shifted at this moment to reveal a large patch of snow-white skin. Riley felt burned by his gaze and consciously rushed to cover her own legs, flushing red at the awareness of

She jabbed her finger down the hallway like she was summoning the ghost of vindication. “You owe me fifty bucks, Alex!” From the kitchen came the sound of Alex’s soul evacuating his body through his vocal cords. “AGHHH, dammit to hell!” I stared at them both, brain buffering like shitty campus WiFi. “Wait, what the actual fuck? You were betting on me?” “Yup.” Riley was practically vibrating with smug satisfaction, propping her rainbow-striped socks on our coffee table like she was claiming territory. “I said you were definitely seeing someone. Alex thought you were just paying for premium Snapchat content and crying yourself to sleep.”

His eyes met mine for a second, dark and unreadable, but I swear there was heat there underneath the cold. I should have said no and gone to hide in some room, but Simon’s tattoos kept pulling my eyes. The way his cock had felt so thick and ready against me earlier made my cunt ache with this filthy need I couldn’t shake. My thighs rubbed together, already slippery, and the words just spilled out before I could stop them. “I’ll join.” The whole circle erupted in cheers, drinks clinking, bodies shifting closer with excited lust in their eyes. The game kicked off right away and Simon went first, his stare locking onto me immediately like a predator. M

, Alexa said harshly. Simon is my avid admirer since college. Until now, he is still courting me even though I already told him that I'm not yet ready to enter into commitments but he told me he is willing to wait. Although he doesn't come from a well-off family but I think he's better than Royce. I just don't understand why Alexa doesn't like him. He is a good-looking man and has a stable job already. He is now working as a bank accountant, so maybe it's okay if I will give myself a chance to get to know him better. Well at least, he is not a womanizer like Royce Miller!

Without saying anything else, she turned and returned to her office. Tyler, still standing near the hallway, slowly looked away. He had heard enough to understand the truth, but he also understood enough to keep his mouth shut. He turned and walked back toward his own office, his expression unreadable. Marilyn sank slowly into her chair. Her hands were trembling slightly. Simon was Raymond’s family. And Raymond had just publicly called her his fiancée. Nothing about her life felt simple anymore. And that was a fact. *** Inside Raymond’s office, Simon stood near the sitting area and looked around.

Fiona lied, "Hailey, Simon is busy with work and can't come back now. How about this? I'll make sure he visits you tomorrow, okay?" Hailey bit her lip and hesitated. "Mrs. Moore, there's something I've been meaning to ask, but I don't know if I should." Fiona urged, "Go ahead." Hailey pouted. "Ever since Simon and I got to know each other, he's always been cold toward me. I was wondering if... maybe he has someone else on the side?" Fiona was taken aback but quickly reassured her, "Absolutely not! Simon had always been dedicated to his work. He's been so busy he hardly has time to rest since he started working. He isn't involved in any rumors or scandals!"

By evening, my phone rang. “God, Dianne, I’m so hard right now,” Simon whispered. “I want to bend you over and fuck you until you can’t walk straight tomorrow.” I held the phone between my shoulder and ear, one hand already under the covers, fingers circling my swollen clit in slow, steady strokes. But it wasn’t Simon I pictured. It was Raymond—his strong hands, that quiet intensity, the way his eyes lingered when he thought I wasn’t looking. “I know, Simon. Just come home soon, please.” My voice came out almost like a moan. Fuck.