My Xianxia Harem Life

Eve began to move—rising and falling, each bounce making his cock glide in and out of her soaked heat.

Her ass slapped down against his hips with every motion, and the wet sound of their connection filled the room again.

Riley watched her from behind, mesmerized by the sight of her back arching, her hips working, her body glowing with sweat and ecstasy.

"That's it, Eve," he groaned. "Ride me. Just like that…"

She cried out, grinding her hips as she found the perfect angle, her clit rubbing against his pelvis with every bounce.

The stimulation sent electric shocks through her core.

Her hair clung to her back in damp strands, her breath short and ragged.

"Riley… Riley… I close… I'm gonna—"

Her words broke off in a scream as another orgasm crashed through her.

Her pussy clenched violently around his cock, milking him, flooding with heat.

Her body bucked uncontrollably, her thighs shaking as she came again, harder than the last.

But Riley still hadn't finished.

He gritted his teeth, barely holding on. Her tightness, her cries, the way her body gripped him—it was almost too much.

With a sudden motion, he sat up, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her flush against him.

Now chest-to-back, he thrust up into her from below, hard and deep.

Eve sobbed with pleasure, unable to stop shaking as he filled her again and again, his cock reaching places she didn't know existed.

"Riley! Ahhhh… ohhhhh…"

"Take it," he growled, lips against her neck. "I want all of you. One more time."

And with one last thrust, deep and shuddering, Riley groaned loudly as he finally let go.

His cock pulsed inside her, and Eve could feel his hot seed flood her womb, filling her completely.

The sensation pushed her over the edge again, and she collapsed in his arms as another orgasm rolled through her weakened body.

They clung to each other in the aftermath, trembling, gasping, soaked in sweat and each other's release.

And in that silence—broken only by their slowing breaths—Eve smiled faintly, her head resting against his shoulder.

They stayed locked together, bodies fused, as the seconds stretched into minutes.

Eve's breathing was shallow and uneven, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she clung to Riley's powerful frame.

The feel of his rock-solid body beneath her was grounding—his warmth, his strength, the sheer masculine weight of him.

She buried her face into his neck, savoring the scent of him, a mix of sweat, musk, and something uniquely his.

Riley's cock remained buried deep inside her, still throbbing with life, hard as steel, not giving her even a moment of reprieve.

She could feel the heat of it pulsing inside her, as though it were its own heartbeat.

When Riley shifted, she instinctively tensed, thinking he was going to pull out.

But instead, he moved with her—guiding her, lifting her with care, until they were sitting upright, facing each other.

Her legs wrapped around his waist, and they settled together on the edge of the bed.

The new position sent a fresh jolt of pleasure coursing through her.

He filled her even deeper now, the angle perfect.

She gasped into his mouth as their lips met again, her moans muffled by his kiss.

Her arms curled around his neck, fingers threading through his hair as her hips began to move on their own, guided by the strong hands gripping her waist.

"Ohhhhhh…" she moaned again, her voice raw with need.

Riley's hands steadied her as he helped her bounce gently on his thick shaft.

Each movement sent her higher, her body shaking with the effort and the sheer overwhelming pleasure.

She could barely think—her world was narrowed to just him, just this, just the tight, hot ache building deep within her.

One of his hands slipped down behind her, sliding between her cheeks.

His finger traced the rim of her other hole—teasing, circling, pressing just enough to make her body twitch.

"Not there, Riley…" she whispered breathlessly, biting her lip. "That's… that's dirty…"

Riley didn't stop. He leaned in close, his voice low and soothing in her ear.

"Nothing about you is dirty, Eve," he murmured. "You're perfect. Every inch of you belongs to me tonight."

His words sent another ripple of heat down her spine.

She hated how much she loved hearing that—how good it felt to be claimed, to be touched like this.

Her walls were crumbling fast, shame and inhibition melting under the heat of his relentless desire.

Then his mouth found her breast again.

Riley leaned in and captured one of her stiff, sensitive nipples with his mouth, sucking hungrily, flicking his tongue against it while his other hand continued to guide her hips.

The wet warmth of his mouth on her chest, combined with the fullness inside her and the teasing pressure behind… it was too much.

"Riley…" she gasped, eyes fluttering shut as her head fell back.

Her moans came faster now, louder.

Her body moved on instinct, chasing the rising wave that was beginning to crash over her.

He growled low in his throat, thrusting up into her as she rode him, their pace increasing.

Their bodies moved together like they were made for each other—sweat-slicked skin slapping, fingers digging into flesh, mouths desperate and greedy.

"You feel so fucking good," Riley groaned against her skin. "So tight… so wet…"

Eve whimpered. She couldn't speak. Her thoughts were a blur.

She clutched him tighter, hips grinding against his, chasing her release with everything she had.

"I'm gonna… Riley… I can't hold it—" she cried.

"Don't," he said against her neck. "Let go for me."

That was all she needed.

Her orgasm hit like a tidal wave, crashing through her with a force that left her breathless.

She cried out, her entire body seizing around him, thighs trembling, nails clawing into his back as she came hard—long, loud, and helpless in his arms.

Riley grunted, his rhythm faltering just slightly as her walls tightened around him.

He held her tight, kissed her fiercely, and rode her through every pulse of pleasure until she finally slumped against him, panting, dazed.

But he wasn't finished.

His cock was still impossibly hard inside her, and now that she had fallen apart once, Riley planned to show her just how many times her body could break for him in one night.

And Riley did exactly as he promised.

He didn't stop—not even when Eve begged for breath, not when her body trembled from overstimulation, not when her voice cracked from the weight of so many moans.

He kept going. His strength never waned, his desire never faded.

He was like a force of nature—unyielding, commanding, and entirely focused on her pleasure.

Her mind was a haze of heat and sensation.

She was no longer aware of where she ended and Riley began.

Everything blurred together—the taste of his lips, the heat of his breath, the thundering beat of their bodies colliding again and again.

"Ahhhhhh…"

"Ohhhhhh, Riley…!"

"Ughhhhhhh…"

Her moans poured freely, uncontrolled and sweet, echoing off the walls like a lewd chorus that only drove Riley wilder.

She sounded like a woman lost in heat, drunk on lust and love.

Her voice was hoarse from the endless cries of pleasure, but she didn't care.

She didn't care about anything except the man above her—inside her—owning her with every relentless thrust.

Pak.

Pak.

Pak.

The sound of skin against skin, wet and powerful, filled the room in a primal rhythm that refused to end.

The bed rocked beneath them violently, the frame creaking in protest, the sheets soaked through with sweat and arousal.

Riley gripped her hips tighter, slamming into her from below as she rode him.

He didn't need to speak—his actions said everything. That she was his.

That no one else would ever make her feel this way.

That she belonged here, in his arms, crying out his name in the middle of the night like a woman who'd finally found heaven.

Her body trembled violently as another orgasm crashed into her.

She shrieked with pleasure, her vision white, her voice broken into stuttering cries as she clenched tightly around him.

And yet… he kept going.

One orgasm bled into the next.

Her cries melted into whimpers, and her whimpers into soft, pleading gasps.

Her legs shook, her body limp and pliant in his arms, but Riley wasn't finished.

He kissed her lips, her neck, her breasts, worshipping every inch of her like she was a sacred offering.

His hands roamed her body, sometimes gentle, sometimes firm, always knowing exactly how to break her open again.

Eve had never felt anything like this. She had never imagined this kind of pleasure existed.

She had kept herself guarded for so long, saving herself for someone who could truly take her… and now she knew.

Riley was that someone.

No one had ever touched her like this—not just her body, but her soul. Every time he thrust into her, it wasn't just physical.

It was possessive, emotional, and deeply wild. Eve would never regret what happened tonight.