Riley
This was super embarrassing. I knew my hair was a mess right now, and my clothes wrinkled at this point. I'm pretty sure that anyone with eyes could tell what we just did. When did I become the type of woman that had s*x in my boyfriend's mother's house? That was disrespectful as hell, but I wasn't feeling guilty at all. I'm horrible.
"Hey," Dylan said, lifting my chin. "Is everything okay?"
"I've just never done anything like this before."
He laughed. "Well, I would hope not. Honestly, I expected you to put up more of a fight. You can't deny when you want me to do bad things to you, Riley. And I can't seem to keep my hands off you even when I'm at my mom's place. But I've fantasized about sneaking a girl in my room and f*****g her just like that since I was a teenager."
"You
