My Xianxia Harem Life

Chapter 242: Chapter 242 Engineer

Riley took his time. He used his thumbs to part her folds slowly, revealing the slick, sensitive flesh hidden within.

Diana was an extremely beautiful woman and he was already rock hard at this time.

The way her body responded—tightening slightly, glistening even more—made his own arousal surge. Then, without hesitation, he leaned in and pressed his lips against her entrance, planting a kiss that was both tender and possessive.

The first contact of his mouth on her most intimate place made Diana gasp, her fingers flying to grip his hair.

Her legs tensed around his shoulders as she moaned—a soft, breathy sound that only fueled Riley’s hunger.

He didn’t rush. He savored her. His tongue ran along her folds with slow, deliberate strokes, tasting every drop of her arousal.

Then he dipped lower, sliding his tongue into her heat with an intimate familiarity that made Diana cry out softly. He worked her with long, slow thrusts, as though he was making love to her with his mouth, each movement calculated to build her pleasure layer by layer.

Diana was writhing beneath him now, her back arching, her chest heaving. Her hands tangled in his hair as she moaned helplessly, lost in the overwhelming sensations.

She had never imagined something could feel like this—so deep, so consuming. Every stroke of his tongue sent sparks of pleasure shooting through her, making her thighs shake and her toes curl.

And then Riley shifted his focus.

His tongue moved higher, seeking the small, swollen bud at the top of her folds.

He circled her clit slowly at first, teasing, licking, then finally drew it into his mouth and sucked—gently, then with more pressure as he felt her body react.

The sound she made was raw, unguarded—a mix of surprise, pleasure, and need.

”Ohh... Ben...” she breathed, her voice trembling. She couldn’t think, couldn’t speak in full thoughts anymore.

All she knew was the heat building in her cunt, tightening with every flick of his tongue and every pull of his lips.

Riley was relentless—but still gentle, still in control.

He used the full length of his tongue to lap at her, then focused again on her clit, alternating between swirling licks and deep suction that had her bucking against him, helpless to the rhythm he set.

One hand held her thigh firmly in place while the other crept up to her breast, caressing, teasing her nipple as if orchestrating pleasure from every angle.

He glanced up, watching her face as she moaned and twisted above him. Her eyes were shut tight, her lips parted, her body trembling like a string pulled taut, ready to snap.

He smiled against her, knowing she was close. And he didn’t stop.

”Ben... it’s so good!” Diana moaned breathlessly, her voice trembling with disbelief and rising pleasure. Her hands were buried deep in his hair, fingers tightening with every flick of his tongue.

She pulled him closer, guiding him urgently, desperately—like she couldn’t get enough, like she wanted him to disappear inside her entirely.

Her thighs trembled on either side of his head as her hips lifted instinctively, rolling and bucking against his mouth.

Every movement was a plea for more—more pressure, more friction, more of the indescribable sensation that was threatening to break her mind.

She had never imagined this kind of pleasure even existed.

That a man could kiss, lick, and suck her in such an intimate place—and that she could enjoy it so utterly, so completely, that the world outside her body seemed to vanish.

Riley, his face buried in the sweet heat of her core, was relentless. Her cries, her trembling, her taste—everything about her drove him to go deeper, work faster, and tease her with even more precision.

He flattened his tongue, swirling it around her sensitive clit before wrapping his lips around it and sucking with just the right amount of pressure.

Then he dove lower again, thrusting his tongue inside her, fucking her with it, savoring every soft, wet reaction she gave him.

Diana’s breath hitched, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she twisted beneath him.

”Ben...! Something’s— it’s... it’s coming! I can’t hold it—Ben!” Her words broke into moans as her back arched off the bed.

Her pussy tightened around his tongue, pulsing, spasming. And then it happened.

A rush of liquid ecstasy burst from her, soaking his face, his chin, his neck. She let out a high-pitched cry as her climax crashed over her like a tidal wave, shaking her to the core.

Her whole body trembled violently, her toes curled, and her vision blurred. The intensity of the orgasm hit her so hard, she nearly passed out, her mind blanking out from the sheer force of the pleasure.

She collapsed back onto the bed, gasping, twitching, helpless in the aftermath. Her chest heaved as if she’d run a marathon, and her legs remained spread wide, quivering with the echoes of release.

Riley didn’t say anything at first. He just looked up at her—his face glistening with her arousal, lips slightly parted, eyes dark and satisfied.

And then he kissed her inner thigh tenderly, almost reverently, as if worshipping the moment they had just shared.

Diana blinked, trying to return to herself, still reeling. She had never felt anything like that. Not in her wildest dreams. And now, she knew—she would never be the same again.

Diana barely had time to recover from her earth-shattering climax before Riley moved again.

His weight shifted over her trembling body, his lips finding hers in a deep, possessive kiss that left no room for uncertainty.

His mouth was warm, slick with the remnants of her own arousal, and when she tasted herself on his tongue, something inside her stirred—a primal, aching need that had only just begun to awaken.

”Mmm...” she whimpered into the kiss, the taste shocking her at first, yet strangely delicious. Naughty. Forbidden. And it thrilled her.

She kissed him back harder, hungrier, her lips softer now but far more eager than they had been when he first kissed her. She no longer hesitated. She welcomed him. She wanted him.

Her legs shifted of their own accord, parting wider beneath him, inviting more of his body between them. Her hips, flushed and sensitive, subtly rolled up to meet his weight.

Her entire body seemed to pulse, her wet core already beginning to drip again in anticipation, slick with fresh arousal.

The girl who had been shy minutes ago was gone, replaced by someone new—someone who now knew what it felt like to tremble on the edge of bliss.

Then she felt it.

Something hot, thick, and unyielding pressed against her slick entrance.

Diana’s eyes fluttered open, and she gasped. Riley was still kissing her, but she was acutely aware of the size of what was now pushing against her folds. He was huge. Her breath caught in her throat.

When had he taken his pants off? She hadn’t noticed.

But now there was no mistaking it—his bare cock, heavy and hard, was sliding slowly against her soaked pussy, rubbing along her sensitive slit, teasing her entrance.

It felt like fire and pressure and heat, and her heart began to race in her chest.

Riley broke the kiss just long enough to whisper, ”You’re so wet for me, Diana... so perfect.”

She whimpered as the head of his cock pressed more firmly against her. Her hands clutched at his shoulders, unsure if she wanted to pull him closer or push him away.

She was afraid—but also burning. Curious. Needy.

And then he pushed.

Her lips parted in a gasp as the thick crown breached her tight entrance. Her body immediately clenched around him, instinctively resisting the incredible stretch. It was too much—far too big.

It felt like her virgin hole was being torn open, slowly and mercilessly.

”Ahhh—Ben...” she cried softly, her voice trembling, pain and pleasure warring inside her.

He paused, letting her adjust, kissing her softly, soothing her with his lips. ”Just breathe, Diana... let me in.”

She nodded, eyes shut tightly, trying to focus on anything but the massive intrusion. But her body had already started to betray her—more slickness coated his cock as her juices dripped down her thighs.

Her pussy, inexperienced but eager, was struggling to take him.

Then he pulled back slightly—and slammed forward.

”Ahhh—!” she screamed, her back arching off the bed as nearly half of his thick, fifteen-inch cock drove into her in one sudden, overwhelming thrust.

Her walls stretched impossibly around him, clinging tightly, pulsing in protest. Pain lanced through her, raw and sharp, but underneath it was something else—something addictive.

A thin trickle of blood leaked from where they were joined. Her innocence was gone now. He had taken it—claimed her. And the look in his eyes said he knew it, too.

But he wasn’t finished.

Riley growled low in his throat, and with one powerful movement, he pulled back again—just enough to build momentum—and then thrust forward with finality. This time, he went deeper. All the way in.