Riley Reid Being Riley Chapter 1

Riley is petite and sharp, the kind of girl folks call a good girl until she gets tired of hearing it. Engaged. Restless. One man forever sounds like a trap she can already feel closing around her, so she slips away from Greenview and heads for Sarah in Los Angeles. The first night they soak in the bath, knees brushing, then mouths, then fingers. Sarah slips one into Riley’s untouched ass, tongue following, while Riley grinds against her hand until both of them come hard enough to splash water over the edge. Sarah’s gone to work when the text lands: purse at her sugar daddy’s place, would Riley mind grabbing it. Riley shows up at the sleek house, and the man waiting is older, sharp-suited, expensive. He sees the want in her eyes, moves in, and Riley lets him. He licks her smooth pussy until she’s trembling, then feeds her his cock until her lips shine. When she’s dripping, he bends her over and slides inside, thick and slow, Riley moaning into the sheets. She looks back over her shoulder. “I’ve never done it there,” she says, voice thin with nerves and need. He works lube over his shaft, presses the head to her tight ring, and eases in. Inch by inch her ass opens, taking him until his hips meet her cheeks. He fucks her steadily, Riley pushing back, every stroke sending sparks up her spine. When he’s ready he pulls out, strokes once, twice, and paints her pretty face with thick ropes of cum that drip down her chin onto the expensive floor.