My Xianxia Harem Life

Chapter 415: Chapter 415 Prime

”Ahhh—Riley!” Evelyn’s scream was raw, half-shock, half-ecstasy.

He didn’t give her time to recover. He pulled back again and slammed home even harder.

PAK.

PAK.

PAK.

Each thrust was merciless now, the thick length of him dragging along every sensitive inch inside her before crashing back in, balls slapping heavily against her ass.

The bedframe rattled against the wall in a violent, steady rhythm, headboard knocking like it might splinter.

Evelyn’s cries climbed higher with every punishing stroke, her voice breaking into desperate, keening wails that echoed off the ceiling.

”Riley—oh...God—Riley—too...deep—fuck—please—don’t stop—!”

Her nails raked down his back, leaving red trails as her legs locked around his waist, heels digging into the flexing muscles of his ass, urging him on.

She was beyond coherence, beyond shame, just a writhing, sobbing mess of pleasure as he nailed her into the mattress.

Riley growled low in his throat, one hand fisting in her hair, yanking her head back so he could devour her mouth in a messy, bruising kiss.

The other hand gripped her hip hard enough to bruise, holding her exactly where he wanted her as he fucked her like he was trying to split her in half.

PAK.

PAK.

PAK.

PAK.

The pace turned savage.

His hips pistoned with relentless force, each thrust driving the air from her lungs, making her small breasts bounce wildly.

Her pussy made obscene, wet sounds around his cock, slick and filthy, the proof of how completely he owned her dripping down her thighs and soaking the sheets beneath them.

”Take it,” he snarled against her lips, voice ragged. ”Take every fucking inch, Evelyn.”

”Ahhhhhh!” Evelyn could only scream, her body arching off the bed as the first brutal orgasm tore through her, walls clamping down so hard Riley hissed through his teeth.

But he didn’t slow; if anything, he fucked her harder, pounding her through it, dragging the pleasure out until she was shaking and sobbing beneath him, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks.

And still the rhythm never faltered.

PAK.

PAK.

PAK.

He was going to ruin her for anyone else, and they both knew it.

”Ahhh... fuck... Riley...!”

”Ohhh God, please...!”

”Ughhh... nnghh... too deep... too good!”

Evelyn’s moans had long since stopped sounding human.

They were raw, broken, animal, spilling from her swollen lips in a nonstop litany of desperation as Riley fucked her so hard the mattress springs screamed beneath them.

The headboard battered the wall like a war drum, steady and unforgiving, matching the brutal rhythm of his hips.

Every last one of those merciless fifteen inches owned her.

She felt it all: the fat, swollen head punching against her cervix with every thrust, the thick veins pulsing against her fluttering walls, the impossible stretch that made her feel split open and reborn around him.

Pleasure so sharp it felt like dying, over and over, each stroke dragging her under another tidal wave of blinding ecstasy.

Riley couldn’t tear his eyes away from where they joined.

Her pretty pink cunt, once so small and delicate-looking, was stretched obscenely wide around his cock, flushed dark rose and glistening with her juices.

The delicate lips clung to his shaft on every withdrawal, blooming open like a flower desperate to keep him inside.

When he pulled back slowly just to torture them both, her slick inner walls gripped him so tightly that they turned inside-out a little, clinging to every ridge and vein, coating him in thick, creamy rings of her release.

”You’re so beautiful, Evelyn,” he growled, voice ragged. ”Your greedy little pussy’s creaming all over me again.”

He dragged his thumb through the mess at her entrance, smearing the sticky white evidence of her countless orgasms up over her swollen clit.

Evelyn jerked like she’d been shocked, a fresh gush of slick squirting out around his buried cock, soaking his balls and dripping in heavy droplets onto the sheets.

Riley’s grin was pure animalistic.

He slammed back in to the root, grinding deep, forcing her walls to yield even more.

Her back arched off the bed, tits bouncing wildly, mouth open in a silent scream as another brutal climax tore through her.

He could feel it: the rhythmic, frantic clenching, the flood of hot cream that painted his shaft even thicker, the way her entire body shook like she was breaking apart.

He didn’t give her time to recover.

He pulled out almost all the way just the fat crown spreading her entrance and then drove forward again, harder, faster, punishing.

The wet, filthy sound of her soaked pussy taking him filled the slap of his heavy balls against her ass, her broken sobs and pleas, all of it blended into a symphony of pure debauchery.

”And so fucking tight,” he rasped, gripping her thighs and spreading her wider, folding her nearly in half so he could watch every inch disappear into her ruined hole.

”Even after all that, you’re still trying to choke my dick. You love this, don’t you? Love being split open on fifteen inches of cock until you can’t think?”

Evelyn could only whimper, tears of overwhelming pleasure streaking her temples, as he started pounding her with short, savage thrusts that made her clit grind against his pelvis on every stroke.

Another orgasm built almost instantly, coiling low and vicious in her belly.

Riley leaned down, teeth grazing her ear. ”Come for me again, love. Show me how much this cunt loves being wrecked.”

”Yessss! Rileyyyyy!” And she did, screaming his name as her body convulsed, walls spasming so hard it almost hurt, squirting violently around his pistoning cock in messy, rhythmic pulses that soaked them both.

He never slowed. Not once.

He just smiled wider, eyes black with lust, and fucked her straight through it into the next one.

The hours bled together until time itself felt like a forgotten concept.

Evelyn couldn’t have said whether it had been three, five, or eight since Riley first pinned her to the mattress and split her open on that monstrous, fifteen-inch cock.

All she knew was the endless, rolling waves of pleasure that crashed over her again and again, each one stronger than the last, until her voice was hoarse from screaming his name and her body no longer felt like her own.

He took her in every way a man could take a woman, and then invented a few new ones just to watch her fall apart.

Missionary first, slow and deliberate, letting her feel every thick inch stretching her beyond reason, his weight pressing her into the bed while he stared down into her eyes and whispered filthy praise against her lips.

Then doggy, her face shoved into the pillows, ass high in the air as he slammed into her so hard the headboard left dents in the wall.

Cowgirl next — he sat back and made her ride him, hands bruising her hips, forcing her to take him deeper than she thought possible while she sobbed and squirted helplessly all over his abs.

Against the wall, her legs wrapped around his waist, heels digging into his back as he bounced her on his cock like she weighed nothing.

Folded in half beneath him in mating press, knees to her shoulders, completely pinned and powerless while he rutted into her like a beast in heat.

Every single time they changed positions, he found a new way to break her.

A thumb on her clit, a hand around her throat, teeth sinking into her shoulder, a growled command in her ear — whatever it took to wrench another violent orgasm out of her trembling body.

She squirted so many times she lost count, clear arcs soaking his cock, his thighs, the sheets, the floor.

By the end, the entire room smelled like sex and sweat and her own desperate arousal.

Her mind was gone.

Nothing existed except the thick, relentless cock dragging along her walls, the slap of skin on skin, the wet, obscene sounds of her pussy trying — and failing — to take everything he gave her.

She babbled nonsense, half-sobbing pleas for more, for mercy, for him to ruin her completely.

And Riley only laughed, low and dark, and gave her exactly what she begged for.

He didn’t stop until the sky outside turned the soft gray-blue of early dawn.

With a final, brutal thrust, he buried himself to the root and came with a guttural roar.

The first hot pulse of his release deep inside her triggered her last, most devastating climax of the night.

Evelyn’s entire body seized, back bowing off the bed, a silent scream tearing from her throat as her oversensitive walls clenched and milked him in frantic, rhythmic spasms.

She felt every thick spurt flooding her, far too much to be contained, until it felt like he was pumping straight into her womb.

Thud.

She collapsed like a broken doll, limbs splayed, chest heaving, eyes rolled back.

Her pussy — red, swollen, utterly wrecked — fluttered weakly around the fat head of his cock still lodged inside her.

Thick streams of his cum immediately began to leak out around him, great pearly ropes sliding down her ass and pooling beneath her on the ruined sheets.

Every tiny aftershock made more spill out, the wet spot growing wider and wider until the fabric beneath her hips was completely soaked through.

Evelyn lay there in the wreckage, trembling, ruined, deliriously happy.

Her thighs twitched uncontrollably. Her nipples were so hard they ached.

A lazy, fucked-out smile curved her bruised lips as another lazy gush of Riley’s cum slipped free and trickled down her skin.

She was full to bursting, marked inside and out, claimed so thoroughly she’d feel him for days.

And she had never, in her entire life, felt so perfectly, completely satisfied.