My Xianxia Harem Life-Chapter 44 Cheer

Katherine’s fingers tightened on the sheets as Riley began to move, pulling back just slightly before easing forward again. The friction was intense, making her gasp sharply.

"You’re so tight," Riley groaned, his voice low and rough. "It’s like your body was made to do this."

Katherine’s cheeks flushed at his words, and she found herself clinging to him, her arms wrapping around his neck as she surrendered to the sensations.

Each slow thrust pushed her further into a world she had never known existed, a world where pain and pleasure blurred together in the most intoxicating way.

"Riley…" she moaned softly, her voice laced with need.

"Just relax," he murmured, his movements steady and unhurried. "Let me show you how good it can feel."

Riley moved with a sensual, practiced rhythm, his hips rolling in a way that seemed almost artful, as though he were dancing atop Katherine’s trembling form.

His movements were deliberate yet fluid, a masterful combination of control and raw passion.

With each thrust, her body seemed to yield a little more, the initial resistance giving way as her slick arousal mingled with the faint traces of her virgin blood.

The mixture coated his thick length, creating a slippery, heated path that made every stroke smoother, every motion deeper.

Katherine’s tightness was intoxicating, her walls clamping down around him with a grip so snug and warm that it felt like her body was trying to keep him inside.

Her pink folds stretched obscenely to accommodate his size, the lewd sight drawing a low groan from Riley’s throat.

He couldn’t tear his eyes away, mesmerized by the way she clung to him, her glistening arousal marking every inch of his cock.

The sheer visual beauty of it—the way her body surrendered to him—only fueled his growing desire.

Driven by the need to claim her completely, Riley’s pace began to quicken. His thrusts became harder, each one slamming her deeper into the mattress.

The bed rocked beneath them, its wooden frame creaking in protest as he lost himself in the overwhelming pleasure of their union.

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Pak.

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The sound of their bodies meeting filled the room, a steady, rhythmic cadence that underscored their shared passion.

Katherine’s moans intertwined with the echoing slaps of skin against skin, her sweet, breathy cries growing louder with every powerful thrust.

"Ahhhhh…"

"Ohhhhh…"

"Ughhhhh…"

The noises escaped her lips unbidden, raw and primal, a symphony of ecstasy that seemed to flow from the very depths of her being.

Her hands clutched at the sheets beneath her, her fingers curling tightly as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.

For a fleeting moment, Katherine became aware of her own voice, the lewd sounds spilling from her lips without restraint.

Embarrassment flickered in her mind, her cheeks flushing crimson as she thought to herself, "Is that me? Do I really make all these lewd noises?"

Her inner conflict was short-lived, overwhelmed by the relentless sensations Riley was drawing from her.

His cock drove into her with unrelenting precision, the thick, veined shaft stretching her in ways she had never thought possible.

Every inch of him seemed to fill her completely, pressing against places she didn’t even know could feel pleasure.

Riley’s weight pinned her to the bed, his strong hands gripping her hips to guide her into the rhythm he set.

The heat of his body enveloped her, and his breath, hot and ragged, tickled her ear as he leaned down to whisper, "You’re incredible, Katherine. Just listen to yourself—you’re loving every second of this."

His voice sent a shiver down her spine, his words simultaneously embarrassing and thrilling her. She bit her lip, her body arching into him as if to affirm his statement.

The shame she had felt moments ago began to dissolve, replaced by an intoxicating sense of liberation.

Riley’s thrusts grew faster and more forceful, his control slipping as he became consumed by the overwhelming tightness and heat of her body.

The bed beneath them groaned louder, its sturdy frame pushed to its limits by the intensity of their lovemaking.

Katherine felt every powerful motion, every delicious stretch and drag of his cock against her sensitive walls.

She was losing herself, her mind clouded with pleasure that seemed to build and build, spiraling higher with each passing second.

Her breaths came in short, ragged gasps, her moans rising in pitch as the sensations became too much to bear.

"Riley… I-I can’t… it’s too much," she stammered, her voice trembling with desperation and need.

"Yes, you can," he murmured against her ear, his voice low and commanding.

"You’re doing so well, Katherine. Just let go. Let me take you there again."

His words sent a fresh surge of heat through her, and she clung to him, her body trembling with the effort of keeping up with his relentless pace.

The pressure building inside her was unlike anything she had ever felt before—an all-consuming heat that threatened to consume her completely.

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Riley’s hands roamed her body, caressing her trembling thighs and gripping her waist to pull her closer with each thrust.

His lips trailed along her neck, leaving a trail of kisses and bites that made her shiver. Katherine’s head tilted back, her mouth falling open as she surrendered completely to him.

"Riley… I…" she gasped, unable to form coherent words as her body neared its breaking point.

"That’s it," Riley growled, his voice thick with desire. "Let it happen, Katherine. I’ve got you."

"Ahhhhh…" Katherine moaned, her voice dripping with unrestrained sweetness as the pleasure consumed her completely.

Every thrust of Riley’s cock sent shivers cascading through her body, igniting nerves she didn’t even know existed.

The sensation was overwhelming, a potent mixture of pain and ecstasy, but as her body adjusted, the latter far eclipsed the former.

Her hips began to move on their own, an instinctual response as she rose to meet each of Riley’s powerful thrusts.

The rhythm between them became a perfect harmony, her body matching his movements as though they were made for each other.