Being Riley Chapter 3

Six months later, Riley stands in her new apartment and likes the quiet. She’s different now—open, greedy, and she owns it. Rob’s the tall Black guy she met at a party, the one with the slow smile and the thick bulge she kept staring at. She told him straight up what she wanted and how she wanted it. Now they’re in her bedroom and there’s no warm-up left. He spreads her cheeks and runs his tongue over her tight hole until she’s panting, hips rocking back for more. When she wraps her lips around his heavy cock she pushes until her throat clenches and the wet gag fills the room. He flips her, slides into her pussy first, and fucks hard enough to make her squirt. Juice runs down her thighs. Then he eases his slick dick into her ass and she gasps, breath coming fast, fingers gripping the sheets. She climbs on top, sinks onto him again, rides, then begs for the stretch back in her ass. Every few strokes she slips off, sucks him clean, then sinks him back inside until he swells. He pulls out at the last second and strokes thick ropes across her open mouth and cheeks, leaving her face glossy and satisfied.