My Xianxia Harem Life

Thea clung to him, riding the high, tears pricking her eyes from the overwhelming release.

And even as she trembled and gasped, Riley didn't stop. He went on to do more.

He kept licking, kept tasting, kept owning every inch of her until her body went limp from the aftershocks.

When he finally pulled back, his lips glistened with her essence.

He looked up at her, eyes dark and satisfied, and said with a smirk, "That's one."

After that, Riley was more than ready to take Thea again.

His cock, already twitching with need, surged to full hardness in an instant.

He didn't need to touch it—just the sight of her lying there, hair messy, lips slightly parted, body still glistening with the sweat and traces of their earlier passion, was enough to awaken every inch of his desire.

He caught the way Thea's eyes dropped to his cock—wide and stunned as if seeing it for the first time, despite the fact that she had kissed, licked, and sucked it thoroughly the night before.

That awe in her expression was still fresh, like a girl seeing the stars for the first time, and it made something primal stir inside Riley.

With a teasing smirk, Riley reached for her hand, guiding it down between them.

Her fingers hesitated for a heartbeat, then wrapped gently around his throbbing shaft.

"Ahhh…" Thea gasped, the sensation of his heat and weight in her palm almost overwhelming.

She looked up at him, her cheeks flushed pink, lips trembling slightly.

But she knew exactly what he wanted.

Slowly, she began to move her hand up and down his thick shaft.

Her grip was soft, almost reverent at first, but gradually her strokes grew firmer, more confident.

She could feel every vein, every twitch, and every pulse of need in his cock as she pleasured him.

Riley groaned softly, his hips jerking forward instinctively.

"God, your hands feel amazing," he whispered, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear as he looked down at her. "But your pussy? That's what I really want."

Thea's breath hitched, her thighs unconsciously parting at his words.

Her body remembered him—every inch of him.

Her cunt ached for him again, slick with anticipation.

Despite the soreness from the night before, she found herself craving more.

Riley didn't wait.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against hers in a slow, lingering kiss that made her heart flutter.

Then he pulled back just enough to whisper against her lips, "Ready for round two, Thea."

She nodded wordlessly, her breath catching in her throat as he guided the thick head of his cock to her entrance.

Then, gently, he pushed in.

"Ohhhhhh…" Thea moaned sweetly, her back arching off the bed as she felt that familiar, exquisite stretch.

Her pussy clung to him, warm and tight, welcoming him in with a heat that nearly drove him mad.

Riley groaned deeply as he sank deeper into her, inch by inch. "Fuck, you feel even better than before."

Thea whimpered, her hands clutching at the sheets as pleasure began to override everything else—her soreness, her hesitation, even her own thoughts.

All she could feel was him—stretching her, filling her, claiming her all over again.

He moved slowly at first, letting her adjust, savoring every moment.

His hips rolled with practiced ease, drawing soft moans and gasps from her lips each time he thrust deeper.

"You're so perfect," he murmured, lowering his mouth to her neck, kissing and biting gently. "So fucking tight."

Thea's hands found his back, nails digging in lightly as her legs wrapped around his waist, urging him closer, deeper.

Every thrust sent ripples of pleasure through her core, building again toward that heavenly peak she thought she couldn't possibly reach again so soon.

But Riley was relentless and strong.

And Thea? She was more than willing to fall apart beneath him once more.

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Riley was a relentless lover. Each thrust drove deep and hard, shaking the entire bed with rhythmic force.

The headboard thudded softly against the wall in time with his hips, and the mattress squeaked beneath them, helpless against the raw energy he poured into every motion.

Sweat glistened on his skin, muscles flexing and rippling with each powerful movement.

But none of it compared to the sounds that filled the room—the desperate, needy cries that fell from Thea's lips like music.

"Ahhhhh…"

"Ohhhhh…"

"Ughhhh…"

"hmmmm…"

Thea couldn't control herself.

Her moans spilled out, breathless and sweet, raw and real, filling the air as Riley pounded her into the bed.

Her body was slick with sweat, flushed and trembling with pleasure.

She was completely lost in the moment—no thoughts, no doubts—just pure sensation coursing through every nerve.

Her hands gripped his shoulders tightly, nails digging into his skin as she tried to hold on.

She wrapped her long, pale legs around his waist, crossing them at the ankles as if to keep him locked inside her.

Her pussy clung to him, wet and tight, gushing around his thick cock as he moved in and out of her with unrelenting pace.

Every thrust pushed her higher, closer to that blinding edge.

Riley's body moved like a well-oiled machine—strong, deliberate, and maddeningly precise.

He knew exactly how to angle his hips to hit that sweet spot inside her, and he did it over and over again, driving Thea wild beneath him.

"God… Riley…" she gasped, voice barely more than a whisper. "I can't… I can't hold it…"

Riley leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear as he growled, "Don't hold it. Let go for me, baby."

With those words, something inside her snapped.

Her back arched, toes curled, and her entire body tightened in release.

Her pussy convulsed around him, milking his cock with pulsing waves of pleasure as her orgasm crashed through her like a tidal wave.

"Ahhhhhhh! RILEY!" she screamed, shuddering violently beneath him.

But Riley wasn't done. He kept moving through her climax, slowing only slightly to draw it out, to savor every spasm of her orgasm.

Her legs trembled around him, her body twitching with aftershocks, and still he kept thrusting, giving her everything she didn't know she needed.

"You're so fucking beautiful when you come," he whispered, watching her with an intensity that burned.

She was gasping now, her voice hoarse from moaning, her fingers still clutching at him desperately.

And then Riley pulled her tighter against him, his breath turning ragged. "I'm gonna come inside you," he growled. "You want it, Thea? You want me to fill you up?"

Thea could only nod, her mind too fogged by pleasure to speak.

Her body answered for her, welcoming him, clenching around him like it never wanted to let go.

With a final, deep thrust, Riley groaned aloud and buried himself to the hilt.

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Hot spurts of cum flooded her pussy, filling her completely.

He held himself there, muscles taut, groaning her name like a prayer.

For a moment, they stayed like that—bodies entwined, hearts pounding in sync, both utterly spent.

Then, slowly, Riley collapsed beside her, pulling Thea into his arms, kissing her forehead tenderly.

"I don't think I'll ever get enough of you," he murmured.

Thea smiled sleepily, curling against his chest, still tingling from head to toe. "Then don't stop," she whispered. "Ever."

"Your wish is my command," Riley said with a wicked grin before diving right back in, his hips beginning to move once more.

They spent the entire day wrapped in each other, tangled in sweat-soaked sheets and unrelenting desire.

Time seemed to melt away—there was no outside world, no distractions—just their bodies, their passion, and the fire that kept growing between them.

Riley took her again and again, and Thea surrendered to every moment, every kiss, every thrust.

She came so many times she lost count, each orgasm leaving her more breathless than the last.

Her legs trembled, her body limp, completely spent.

She had been wrung dry of every drop of pleasure, her pussy soaked and aching, yet still somehow clenching for more.

By the end, she was utterly exhausted—numb in the most delicious way.

She knew she'd need days to fully recover from what Riley had done to her.

Riley, on the other hand, seemed insatiable. He didn't just fill her—he drenched her.

His hot cum painted her body again and again, from the swell of her breasts to the softness of her thighs, even dripping across her stomach and lower as if claiming every inch of her.

He marked her thoroughly, unapologetically, and still he had more to give.

The scent of sex and sweat and thick release filled the air, clinging to the room like a fog.

The sheets were ruined. Their bodies were messy and slick with each other—but neither of them cared.

All that mattered was the way they looked at each other—sated, satisfied, and still hopelessly drawn to do it all again. Riley made her a woman.

Thea slept with a big smile on her face again as Riley did not fail to deliver. He did it last night and he did it again today which fulfilled her deeply more than words can say.