My Xianxia Harem Life-Chapter 360 Moth

Selena was taken higher and higher, a slow, inexorable ascent into a vortex of pure sensation.

Each lift of her hips and subsequent descent onto Riley’s thick, demanding cock was a lesson in exquisite friction, a building wave of pleasure that crackled through her nerves and converged in her tight cunt.

When she finally sank down that last time, taking him to the hilt, it was the final, critical spark.

Her world detonated.

A guttural, involuntary cry was torn from her throat as her pussy convulsed, exploding with a hot rush of release that slickened his length and dripped onto his thighs.

"Riley!" The scream was raw, a sound of pure, unadulterated ecstasy.

Her back arched, her body curving into a perfect, sexy bow as the throes of her climax claimed her.

For a long, suspended moment, her hips stilled, her entire being focused on the aftershocks rippling through her—the delicious clenching, the breathless trembling, the feeling of her very essence being milked from her. It was an intensity that left her dizzy and utterly spent.

But Riley was a man with a mission, and he was far from done.

A low, possessive growl rumbled in his chest as he watched her, his eyes dark with hunger and satisfaction.

He wanted to brand this feeling onto her soul, to give her more, to take her further than she had ever been.

And he did just that.

Pak

Pak

Pak!

The sharp, wet sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, a primal, rhythmic symphony of their union.

No longer a passive recipient, Selena found her body rocked back into motion by the relentless, powerful drive of his hips from below.

He fucked her with a focused ferocity that left no room for gentle recovery, his thrusts deliberately angled to trigger a cascade of successive orgasms.

Each one built upon the last, a rising tide of sensation that left her mind blank, a canvas painted only with streaks of white-hot pleasure.

Her body responded on instinct, her hips lifting to meet his powerful drives, her nails digging crescent moons into the hard muscles of his back as she held on for dear life.

Riley’s hands roamed her sweat-slicked body like a man mapping sacred territory.

They squeezed the generous curve of her ass, pulling her down to meet his upward thrusts, then slid up her spine to tangle in her hair.

His mouth found hers in a passionate, demanding kiss, swallowing her whimpers and moans.

Selena met his fervor with her own, her tongue dancing with his in a silent, desperate conversation.

The room was thick with the sounds of their shared ecstasy—their ragged breaths, the lewd, slick sounds of their joining, the creak of the bedsprings—a symphony of raw, unvarnished satisfaction.

She could feel the tension coiling deep within her once more, a familiar, terrifyingly wonderful tightness.

Riley’s skill was a devilish art; he knew exactly how to touch her, how to vary his rhythm from deep, grinding strokes to short, frantic bursts that kept her teetering on the very precipice of release, begging without words for the final, shattering push.

"Thud!"

After what felt like both an eternity and a single, breathless moment, Selena slumped, boneless and utterly spent, onto Riley’s broad, heaving chest.

Her body was weak, her lungs burning as she fought to catch her breath.

In the hazy, satisfied quiet, she thought this was the end.

She would sleep, she would rest, she would dream of this.

But nope. Riley had another idea altogether.

"The night is young, fellow disciple Selena," his voice, thick with lust and amusement, whispered by her ear. "Let’s make the most of it."

Before she could even form a protest, she felt his big, strong hands cradling her body.

In mere breaths, the world spun, and she found herself deposited back onto the softness of the bed, her sexy white legs spread wide in vulnerable invitation.

Then, with one single, masterful push, that familiar, big, fat cock filled her completely, stealing the air from her lungs once again.

The bed resumed its rhythmic protest, the sound of their bodies a renewed sign to his stamina.

"Ohhhhhh..." Selena moaned, a long, drawn-out sound of overwhelmed pleasure as her pussy stretched taut around his girth.

Her breasts jiggled and bounced with the force of his thrusts, and Riley was there to worship them, his hands capturing their weight before his thumbs and forefingers found her pink, hardened nipples, pinching and rolling them.

The dual sensation—the deep, internal fullness and the sharp, external pleasure—sent jolts of electricity straight to her core.

When he grew tired of that, he leaned back, his gaze burning with intensity as he looked down to where their bodies were intimately connected.

He used one hand to part her folds and circle her swollen, sensitive clit.

The touch was electric, precise, and utterly devastating. Selena cried out, her body bowing off the bed.

"Please! Riley!" It was more than enough to push her systems into overdrive.

His movements were relentless, a piston-like rhythm that spoke of untamed desire.

Selena’s moans grew louder, more urgent, raw and primal sounds that echoed off the walls.

She was losing count of her climaxes, each one blurring into the next.

Riley, it seemed, was a man possessed, a bull who showed no signs of tiring.

He did not stop with her core; he moved to fuck the sensitive valley between her breasts, his cock glistening with her arousal as it slid against her skin.

"Ahhhhhh... Riley!" Selena cried, her hands flying to his hair, not to push him away, but to hold him closer, as her body was thoroughly and completely ravished from head to foot.

The peak claimed her again, a sudden, searing heat erupting in her pink pussy.

The force of her release threatened to gush out once more.

"Ohhhhh Riley! It feels so good! Riley! Ahhhhh..." She came, and that was only one of many.

All conscious thought had fled; all she could do was exist as a vessel for sensation, to take all of Riley’s relentless loving and simply enjoy the wild, untamable ride.

"Ahhhhh..."

"Ohhhhh..."

"Ughhhh..." Her lewd, uninhibited cries were a constant soundtrack to his powerful, endless plowing.

After an hour—or perhaps a lifetime—and several sexual positions explored, Selena found herself on her hands and knees.

Riley was behind her, his grip firm on her hips as he drove into her with a feral intensity.

She felt the telltale sign of his own impending release—his monster cock seemed to swell even bigger, stretching her to her absolute limit. A guttural roar ripped from his throat.

"I’m going to fill you, Selena," he grunted, his thrusts becoming deeper, more possessive.

She felt him pulse within her, and then he spilled his hot, precious come deep inside her quivering pussy.

The sensation was overwhelming, a flood of hot male essence that triggered one last, convulsive orgasm from her depths.

"Riley! It’s too much!" she moaned, her voice a mix of sublime pleasure and desperate overstimulation.

He watered her cunt with his seed until it overflowed, a hot trickle escaping down her inner thighs.

With every powerful spurt, her own muscles would clench in a final, reflexive release, their essences mixing together perfectly deep within her.

And of course, Riley didn’t stop there.

He made love to Selena for hours, their bodies moving together in a rhythm that seemed to erase time itself.

Every touch, every kiss, every whispered word of desire sent shivers racing across her skin.

The room was filled with the sound of their moans and the soft rustle of sheets, a symphony of passion that seemed to belong only to them.

Selena felt herself losing and finding herself all at once in the intensity of it, each wave of pleasure imprinting itself deeply into her memory.

Hours passed unnoticed, measured only by the heat of their embrace and the fire burning between them.

By the time it was over, she was exhausted yet exhilarated, every nerve alive, and she knew with certainty that this night would remain forever etched in her heart—one of the most unforgettable and intimate days of her life.

Selena was completely lost in a world of pleasure, her body trembling as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over her.

She came again and again, each climax hotter and more overwhelming than the last, leaving her breathless and gasping.

Riley was equally consumed, his own desire surging as he surrendered to the intensity of their passion. He filled her again and again, every movement driving them both higher, their bodies moving together in a frenzied, intimate rhythm.

The room echoed with their moans, the sound of skin meeting skin, and the heavy, shared heat of their lovemaking.

Time seemed to stretch and blur around them, each moment of release intertwining with the next, until neither could tell where one climax ended and the next began.

In that haze of lust and longing, they existed only for each other, every touch, every sigh, and every gasp binding them closer than ever, making the night one of the most unforgettable experiences of their lives.

Finally, as the first hints of dawn tinted the sky, Riley’s relentless pace stilled.

Selena’s body, drained of every last drop of energy and pussy juice, could take no more.

Her muscles ached with a pleasant soreness, and her body was profoundly, utterly sated.

As she collapsed onto the damp sheets, Riley gathered her into his arms.

She was asleep almost instantly, her dreams a chaotic, beautiful replay of their passionate night, her body still tingling with the ghost of his touch, a contented smile gracing her lips as she slept soundly against his chest.