Riley
I left his office walking funny, p***y sore and leaking his c*m down my thighs even though he’d pulled out and painted my t**s. The man f****d like a machine. But I needed more. I needed him ruined.
Two days later I texted him: “My place. 9pm. Bring that monster c**k. I’m not wearing anything.”
He showed up in jeans and a black shirt, looking like s*x on legs. I dragged him straight to my bedroom, pushed him onto the bed, and straddled his face.
“Eat,” I ordered.
Jax groaned and devoured my p***y while I ground down on his tongue. When I was dripping, I slid down his body, grabbed that massive 12-inch beast, and sank down on it in one slow, filthy motion.
“Goddamn, Riley,” he hissed, hands gripping my ass so hard I knew I’d bruise.
I rode him like I was trying to break him…fas
