My Xianxia Harem Life

Tonight was Veronica's night—Riley had made that clear from the very beginning.

He wanted nothing more than to see her fall apart under his touch, to give her every ounce of pleasure she deserved.

And from the way his hands moved over her body and the intensity of his gaze, she knew he meant it.

He took his time with her, worshipping her like she was something sacred.

Soft kisses trailed down her neck, across her collarbone, then lower still, each one sending little shivers of anticipation through her spine.

His fingertips caressed her thighs, spreading them slowly, deliberately, as he settled between them with a hunger that made her breath hitch.

Veronica whimpered, already feeling the heat building inside her before he even began.

"Ahhh…" "Ohhh…" "Ughhh…"

Her moans slipped out one after another, uncontrolled and raw, as Riley's tongue found her center.

He started slowly, tracing along her slit with agonizing precision, tasting every inch like he was savoring something rare and divine.

Then he pressed a soft, lingering kiss against her folds—tender, almost reverent—before drawing her clit into his mouth with a gentle suck that made her hips jerk.

He was relentless in the most delicious way. His tongue danced in circles, then flicked rapidly, then slowed again to long, teasing strokes.

Every movement, every rhythm shift, kept her on the edge.

She could feel her climax building like a wave, rising with unstoppable force—but Riley wasn't letting her reach it just yet.

"Oh God, Riley…" she gasped, threading her fingers into his hair, tugging gently as her body writhed beneath him. "Please… don't stop…"

He didn't. If anything, he became more focused, more intense. His hands gripped her thighs to keep her in place, his mouth never leaving her.

The wet, slick sounds of his tongue working her only drove her closer to madness.

Her moans grew louder, more desperate, until she felt herself tumbling over the edge.

"I'm coming—I'm coming, Riley! Ahhhh!"

She cried out, arching off the bed as the orgasm ripped through her. Her entire body trembled, her vision blurred, her mind went white.

It felt like lightning was rushing through her veins, pleasure blooming in every nerve ending.

Her hands clutched at him, her breath caught in her throat, and for a moment, she lost all sense of space and time.

Riley didn't stop until the last wave of pleasure left her trembling and breathless. He looked up at her with a smile, lips slick, eyes full of love and heat.

"Beautiful," he murmured, brushing his thumb gently across her inner thigh. "You're so damn beautiful when you come."

Veronica could barely respond. Her chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath, her body still pulsing with aftershocks.

She managed a weak smile, reaching out to pull him up toward her.

"I love you," she whispered.

Riley kissed her forehead, then her cheek, and finally her lips—soft and sweet, the same way he had kissed every part of her body.

"I love you more."

A minute later, their mouths met again in a kiss that could only be described as sinful.

There was nothing gentle about it—no hesitance, no restraint.

Tongues tangled, lips pressed hard, and their breaths grew shallow as the kiss turned messy, wet, and deliciously obscene.

Veronica could taste herself on his tongue, which only made her moan deeper into his mouth.

When they finally broke apart, a string of saliva still connected them. Both were panting, eyes heavy with lust, their skin flushed and electric with anticipation.

Riley didn't need to speak. The look in his eyes said it all—hungry, possessive, tender.

That smile, lazy and knowing, sent a shiver straight through her.

He glanced down between her legs, and Veronica's body reacted before her mind could even catch up.

She knew that look. She'd seen it countless times, and it never failed to make her ache.

He was going to take her.

She gulped, excitement coiling hot in her belly, her thighs pressing together instinctively before she forced them apart again.

Her breath caught as the reality settled in. Tonight, she wouldn't be sharing him.

There would be no other hands, no other bodies moaning nearby. It was just her and Riley. Just the two of them.

She glanced around the room—a reflex born of their usual routines.

But the bed was empty aside from them. The room quiet.

The air still, save for the sound of their own breathing. A rare moment of privacy.

As much as she enjoyed the chaos and passion of their nightly orgies—of watching Riley please and dominate multiple women like the god he was—this felt different.

This felt intimate. When it was just the two of them, there was no performance, no competition. Just love. Raw, unfiltered, overwhelming.

And he gave all of himself to her.

"Make love to me, Riley," Veronica whispered, her voice trembling with desire and something deeper—vulnerability, longing.

She slowly leaned back on her elbows, her body curving in an invitation that needed no explanation.

With a soft sigh, she spread her legs wide, exposing her glistening core to him, pink and perfect and begging to be touched. Her folds were slick with arousal, practically pulsing with anticipation.

Riley's eyes darkened as he took her in.

He ran a hand slowly down her thigh, then to her hip, brushing his fingers over her skin like she was the most delicate thing he'd ever touched. And to him, she was.

"You're so damn beautiful," he murmured, voice low and reverent. "Every time I see you like this, it hits me all over again."

Veronica's heart fluttered at his words, her lips parting as a breathy moan escaped.

The way he looked at her made her feel like the center of the universe.

He moved forward, his body fitting between her thighs with practiced ease, his hardness brushing against her entrance.

He didn't thrust—not yet. He simply pressed his tip against her folds, teasing her, letting her feel the heat of him.

She whimpered, hips lifting slightly, silently begging.

"Riley," she breathed.

"I know, baby. I've got you."

And with that, he slid inside—slowly, deliberately—filling her inch by glorious inch.

"Ahhh… I can't wait. Fuck me now, dear," Veronica begged, her voice quivering with raw need.

Riley's grin turned devilish. He loved when she asked like that—when she surrendered to him so openly, so honestly.

Without hesitation, he guided his thick cock to her entrance and pressed forward, slowly but firmly, until he was fully buried inside her tight, wet heat.

Veronica cried out, her back arching as he bottomed out, the head of his cock nudging her cervix.

Her walls clamped down on him reflexively, struggling to accommodate the sheer size of him.

Even after all this time, even after countless nights in each other's arms, Riley's monstrous cock—fifteen inches of thick, throbbing hardness—was still almost too much for her.

The initial stretch always hurt. It was impossible not to feel it—her pussy stretching wide, her body forced to open around him, to yield. But she welcomed it.

She loved it. Because with that pain came the promise of pleasure—pure, overwhelming, toe-curling bliss that only Riley could give her.

"God," she gasped, breath hitching. "You're so deep…"

Riley leaned over her, his breath hot against her ear. "You love it when I stretch you out like this, don't you?"

Veronica whimpered, nodding. Her hands gripped his biceps, her fingers digging into his skin as she struggled to breathe, her body already trembling.

Then he started to move.

Pak

Pak

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With each thrust, Riley's hips snapped forward, slamming into her with punishing rhythm.

The bed rocked beneath them, the headboard knocking gently against the wall.

The room filled with the lewd sounds of their bodies colliding—wet, loud, filthy.

Veronica's moans echoed louder than ever, her voice rising with each deep stroke.

He pounded into her like a man possessed, like he needed to mark her from the inside out. Every inch of her was claimed, every nerve alight with fire.

"Harder… please, harder!" she cried, her voice ragged. "Don't stop, Riley!"

"I'm not going anywhere," he growled, grabbing her legs and pressing them back against her chest for a deeper angle.

"You're not leaving this bed until you've come all over my cock."

Veronica gasped, eyes rolling back as he hit something deep inside her—a spot that made her vision blur and her body spasm.

"Oh God—right there! Right there!"

Riley's rhythm didn't falter. He was relentless.

Sweat glistened on his chest, dripping down onto her as he continued to drive into her, his muscles rippling with every motion.

Veronica was lost in him—in the heat, the pressure, the stretch, the pleasure.

Her fingers clawed at the sheets, then at his back, needing something to hold onto as the pressure in her belly coiled tighter and tighter.

"You're mine, Veronica," Riley growled. "Say it."

"I'm yours!" she screamed. "Only yours! Oh God—Riley—I'm so close!"

"That's it," he groaned, hips slamming into her harder, deeper. "Come for me, baby. Let me feel you."

With one final thrust that reached impossibly deep, Veronica shattered.

Her body arched violently, her toes curled, and her scream filled the room as her orgasm crashed through her like a tidal wave.

Her pussy clenched around him, milking him, pulling him deeper.

"RILEY!" she screamed, eyes squeezed shut, body shaking with the force of her release.

Riley grunted as her walls tightened around his cock like a vice.

The sensation pushed him over the edge, and with a low, guttural moan, he buried himself to the hilt and came—hard.

Hot spurts of seed flooded her, filling her completely as he rode out his own orgasm, thrusting shallowly to draw every last drop from himself.

They stayed like that for a moment—bodies pressed together, trembling, gasping for air.

Finally, Riley leaned down and kissed her—slow, tender, full of warmth.