Chapter 3
Riley’s pov
He didn’t pull away after calling me a slutty girl. There was no clinical distance left in him at all.
His gloved hand stayed pressed right against the soaked crotch of my panties and he rubbed me openly, slow and firm, watching every twitch of my face while the wet fabric dragged over my swollen c**t and made filthy soft sounds.
“Tell me the truth right now,” he said, voice lower and rougher than I had ever heard it.
“Was any of that pain real or did you invent the whole thing because you needed my hands on this dripping little cunt?”
My hips jerked hard against his palm and a broken moan slipped out before I could stop it. The pressure felt so good I almost forgot how to answer.
“There wasn’t any real pain. I made every single bit of it up. I’ve wanted th
