CHAPTER 2
RILEY
I slide one hand between us, rubbing fast, sloppy circles. “Like this?”
“Faster,” he snarls. “Make yourself squirt on my c**k again. Do it.”
I do crying out, squirting so hard it splashes his stomach and the chair, p***y clenching around him like a fist.
He groans, hips jerking up to meet me. “f**k, you’re a greedy little thing.”
I ride him through it, chasing another one, t**s bouncing, sweat dripping down my back.
He grabs my throat suddenly, pulling me down into a messy, biting kiss.
“Want my c*m?” he rasps against my lips.
“Yes—please—”
“Where?”
“My mouth,” I beg. “Want to taste it—want you to watch me swallow every drop—”
He shoves me off his lap so fast I almost fall.
“On your knees. Now.”
I drop to the dirty floor, mouth open, tongue out, looking up at
