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reason, I’m picturing us together in the park — it’s dark and there’s no one around. I bite my lip. I never thought of myself as having an exhibitionist streak, but the idea of it is turning me on. More than I really want it to.
“What do you want?”
In my mind’s eye, I can see the flash of Riley’s perfect smile, the devilish look in his eye as he asks the question.
“How do you want me to make you come?”
“I — I don’t know,” I stammer.
Shit, even in my fantasies I’m a virgin. But even that — the idea of Riley being my first — is a turn-on. He’s been with so many women — he’d know just what to do, how to touch me. He’s a fucking expert. Literally.
“I know you’ve been thinking about me,” my fantasy-Riley continues. “I know you’ve been desperate and aching and soaking wet thinking about me. Thinking about all the ways I could touch you. Am I right?”
That same cocky grin, the little tilt of the head. He doesn’t need to ask. He already knows he’s right.
“Y-Yes,” I tell him anyway, unable to keep the tremble out of my voice. I’m so wet for him I can’t think straight. I can feel heat pooling in my belly, and I rub my thighs together, sending small sparks of pleasure through my body. I’m so turned on now that even that tiny movement is enough to make me moan, my breath catching in my throat. I want desperately to touch myself, to feel something between my legs, but I don’t dare move. I’m trapped where I am, pinned down by Riley’s gaze.
“Bend over.”
I do. Groaning, I rest my forearms against the bench, leaning my head down on them. From this angle, I can see my own breasts where they heave with my breath, see my parted thighs. I can’t rub them together anymore when I’m standing like this, my ass up in the air, bare and exposed.
I’m literally at Riley’s mercy. For anything he wants to do to me.
Behind me, I can hear his steps as he walks toward me. I swallow. I can feel my own wetness sliding down my thighs, dripping out of my pussy. He must be able to see it, too. He knows how wet I am for him — how desperate I am to be touched.
Riley runs his hand over the curve of my ass, digging his fingers in slightly where it joins my thigh — not quite touching me where I want him the most.
“You’re trembling,” he tells me, his voice warm. “Is that what I do to you?”
“Y-Yes,” I stutter again, and it’s true. This is what he reduces me to. This is how badly I want him.
“You know we shouldn’t.” Riley’s fingers edge between my thighs. “You said it yourself. It’s against the rules.”
I bite my lip as Riley’s fingers brush against my pussy, making me jerk, my spine arching and a moan slipping out from between my lips.
“I don’t care,” I manage to gasp as the tips of his fingers slide slowly up and down along the edge of my body, without ever once slipping inside. “Please — just — ”
Riley laughs. “You’re such a good girl,” he tells me as his fingers finally part my lips, sliding inside me. I moan, sensation wracking my body. Even this small touch sends so much pleasure through my body that I can barely think, barely even hear what he’s saying to me. “You tried so hard to stick to the rules, when all you wanted to do was feel my dick filling you up, making you scream….”
He moves his fingers inside me as he talks in slow, even thrusts, pushing me closer and closer to the edge. Even just this has me ready to come — he doesn’t even need to touch my clit or put his cock in me, though I wish he would. I could come just from letting him touch me like this.
He moves up behind me as his fingers continue on with their steady strokes, driving me closer and closer to the edge.
I gasp as I feel his cock, hot and hard, suddenly pressing against my ass from behind. He moves it up and down between the cheeks, in time with his fingers.
“I needed to get you ready,” he tells me, voice hoarse. “I
“What do you want?”
In my mind’s eye, I can see the flash of Riley’s perfect smile, the devilish look in his eye as he asks the question.
“How do you want me to make you come?”
“I — I don’t know,” I stammer.
Shit, even in my fantasies I’m a virgin. But even that — the idea of Riley being my first — is a turn-on. He’s been with so many women — he’d know just what to do, how to touch me. He’s a fucking expert. Literally.
“I know you’ve been thinking about me,” my fantasy-Riley continues. “I know you’ve been desperate and aching and soaking wet thinking about me. Thinking about all the ways I could touch you. Am I right?”
That same cocky grin, the little tilt of the head. He doesn’t need to ask. He already knows he’s right.
“Y-Yes,” I tell him anyway, unable to keep the tremble out of my voice. I’m so wet for him I can’t think straight. I can feel heat pooling in my belly, and I rub my thighs together, sending small sparks of pleasure through my body. I’m so turned on now that even that tiny movement is enough to make me moan, my breath catching in my throat. I want desperately to touch myself, to feel something between my legs, but I don’t dare move. I’m trapped where I am, pinned down by Riley’s gaze.
“Bend over.”
I do. Groaning, I rest my forearms against the bench, leaning my head down on them. From this angle, I can see my own breasts where they heave with my breath, see my parted thighs. I can’t rub them together anymore when I’m standing like this, my ass up in the air, bare and exposed.
I’m literally at Riley’s mercy. For anything he wants to do to me.
Behind me, I can hear his steps as he walks toward me. I swallow. I can feel my own wetness sliding down my thighs, dripping out of my pussy. He must be able to see it, too. He knows how wet I am for him — how desperate I am to be touched.
Riley runs his hand over the curve of my ass, digging his fingers in slightly where it joins my thigh — not quite touching me where I want him the most.
“You’re trembling,” he tells me, his voice warm. “Is that what I do to you?”
“Y-Yes,” I stutter again, and it’s true. This is what he reduces me to. This is how badly I want him.
“You know we shouldn’t.” Riley’s fingers edge between my thighs. “You said it yourself. It’s against the rules.”
I bite my lip as Riley’s fingers brush against my pussy, making me jerk, my spine arching and a moan slipping out from between my lips.
“I don’t care,” I manage to gasp as the tips of his fingers slide slowly up and down along the edge of my body, without ever once slipping inside. “Please — just — ”
Riley laughs. “You’re such a good girl,” he tells me as his fingers finally part my lips, sliding inside me. I moan, sensation wracking my body. Even this small touch sends so much pleasure through my body that I can barely think, barely even hear what he’s saying to me. “You tried so hard to stick to the rules, when all you wanted to do was feel my dick filling you up, making you scream….”
He moves his fingers inside me as he talks in slow, even thrusts, pushing me closer and closer to the edge. Even just this has me ready to come — he doesn’t even need to touch my clit or put his cock in me, though I wish he would. I could come just from letting him touch me like this.
He moves up behind me as his fingers continue on with their steady strokes, driving me closer and closer to the edge.
I gasp as I feel his cock, hot and hard, suddenly pressing against my ass from behind. He moves it up and down between the cheeks, in time with his fingers.
“I needed to get you ready,” he tells me, voice hoarse. “I
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