My Xianxia Harem Life-Chapter 414 Brain

Evelyn’s thighs clamped around Riley’s head, trembling uncontrollably as he kept licking her with the same relentless hunger that had already broken her once tonight.

Every stroke of his tongue made her gasp, every curl of his fingers deep inside her made her whole body jolt.

"Riley... Riley... I—" she whimpered, her voice thin and panicked with pleasure.

He felt it—the way her hips started twitching, the way her stomach clenched, the way her breath turned into short, helpless gasps.

Riley tightened his grip on her hips and pulled her even closer, burying his mouth deeper into her soaked pussy as if he intended to swallow her whole.

His tongue flicked harder. Faster. Deeper.

Evelyn’s back arched off the bed, her hands digging into his hair, pulling him closer, needing him desperately even though the pleasure was becoming almost unbearable.

Her entire lower body spasmed as Riley’s mouth sealed over her slit, lips wrapped around her most sensitive spot.

He wanted everything she had to give.

"R-Riley—! It’s coming again—!" she cried out, her voice breaking into a high, breathless scream. "Ahhhhhh—it’s so good—!"

That was all the warning she managed before her orgasm slammed through her.

Her pussy exploded—Evelyn squirted hard, a powerful gush bursting out of her, splashing across Riley’s mouth, chin, and cheeks.

Riley didn’t even flinch. He kept his mouth locked to her, drinking down everything she released, swallowing her sweetness as fast as it poured out of her.

Hot streams ran across his lips and down his jaw, but he licked them up eagerly, refusing to waste even a single drop of her nectar. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

Evelyn’s entire body shook uncontrollably as more liquid sprayed out of her, her voice reduced to breathless moans and broken cries.

Her legs kicked weakly around him, toes curling, hips jerking as Riley kept licking through her release, milking every wave of pleasure out of her trembling body.

When she finally slumped back onto the bed, panting and shaking, Riley’s face was glistening with her juices—every bit of it tasted by him.

And Evelyn looked ruined, overwhelmed, and more alive than she had ever been in her life.

She was catching her breath in short, trembling gasps, her chest fluttering beneath the thin sheen of sweat that covered her skin.

Riley watched her, transfixed. In the dim glow of the bedside lamp, Evelyn’s eyes were huge and luminous, shining with a mixture of nerves and desperate, aching want.

The anticipation radiating from her was almost palpable; it coiled in the air between them like heat.

He didn’t disappoint.

Riley shifted forward on his knees, the mattress dipping under his weight.

Evelyn’s breath hitched as he settled fully between her thighs, nudging them even farther apart with his hips.

The blunt, swollen head of his cock—fifteen impossible inches, thick as her wrist and flushed dark with need—brushed against her soaked folds.

A low, involuntary whimper escaped her when that heavy crown dragged slowly up her slit, parting her glistening lips, smearing her own slick arousal over the sensitive tip.

"Ahhhhh... please, Riley," she pleaded, voice small and shaking, "please be gentle with me."

He answered with a soft hush, one large hand sliding down the back of her thigh to hook beneath her knee.

He lifted, spreading her open wider, wider, until she was completely exposed to him—pink and dripping and trembling.

The cool air kissed her overheated skin and she shivered, thighs quivering in his grip.

Riley’s gaze dropped to where they almost touched. He watched, mesmerized, as he guided himself back to her entrance.

The fat head kissed her cunt again, nudging insistently, painting itself in her wetness.

Slowly, deliberately, he began to rock—just the tip sliding up and down her slit, teasing her clit on every upward stroke until Evelyn was writhing, hips chasing the pressure.

"Ohhhh... oh God," she moaned, sweet and broken, her head falling back against the pillow.

Her fingers twisted in the sheets, knuckles white.

Riley’s jaw clenched.

The sight of her—soaked, open, begging—was almost more than he could take.

He drew a slow breath, steadying himself.

"Evelyn," he said softly, waiting until her hazy eyes found his again. "Look at me."

She did, lips parted, chest heaving.

"It’s going to hurt at first," he told her, voice low and rough with restraint.

"I’m big, and you’re so tight... but I’ve got you. Just breathe with me, okay? I’ll go slow. And when it starts to feel good—and it will—I want you to tell me. Promise me."

She nodded frantically, tears already gathering at the corners of her eyes. "I promise. I trust you. Please... I need you."

Riley leaned down, pressing his forehead to hers for a moment, letting her feel the warmth of his breath, the tremor in his own body that told her how carefully he was holding himself back.

Then he straightened just enough to watch as he lined himself up again.

The first push was slow—agonizingly slow.

The broad head breached her, stretching her open around his girth.

Evelyn’s mouth fell open in a silent cry, back arching off the bed as that burning pressure bloomed deep inside her.

"Ughhhhh...!" The sound tore out of her when the first inch sank in, her walls fluttering wildly around the invasion.

It felt enormous—like her body wasn’t made to take something this thick, this long.

A sharp ache radiated through her core, and fresh tears slipped down her temples into her hair.

Riley froze immediately, one hand stroking soothing circles over her hip, the other still holding her leg wide.

"Breathe, love," he whispered, voice strained. "You’re doing so good. Feel me—just the tip. That’s all. You’re so wet for me... your pretty little pussy is trying so hard."

Evelyn sucked in a ragged breath, nodding, forcing herself to relax around the overwhelming stretch.

Slowly the pain began to ebb into something else—something fuller, heavier, almost dizzying.

Another gentle rock of his hips. Another inch slid inside.

She cried out again, sharper this time, nails digging into his forearms.

He stopped instantly, letting her adjust, peppering soft kisses along her jaw, her throat, murmuring praise against her skin.

"Shhh, I’ve got you. You feel that? You’re taking me so perfectly. My beautiful Evelyn."

Bit by bit, breath by shaky breath, he fed himself into her.

Each slow thrust opened her further, claimed another fraction of untouched territory.

Her pussy clenched and fluttered around him, fighting the intrusion one second and clinging desperately the next.

When he finally felt the thin barrier of her virginity give way, Evelyn sobbed—half pain, half relief—and Riley stilled again, buried nearly halfway inside her clenching heat.

He dropped his forehead to hers once more, both of them trembling.

"Halfway, Evelyn," he rasped, voice thick. "I’m more than halfway. Almost there."

Evelyn could only whimper, thighs shaking uncontrollably in his hands.

The stretch bordered on unbearable, and yet... beneath it, something hot and liquid was unfurling low in her belly.

A dark, hungry pulse that made her toes curl.

Riley brushed the tears from her cheeks with his thumbs, then began to move again—tiny, shallow thrusts that nudged him deeper without overwhelming her.

Each gentle slide dragged the thick ridge of his cock along nerves she didn’t know she had, and suddenly the pain was twisting, melting, transforming into a pleasure so intense it stole her breath.

"Oh... oh God, Riley..." she gasped, eyes flying open in shock.

He smiled—small, knowing, and just a little wicked.

"There it is," he murmured. "That’s it."

And then, with one last slow, steady push, he seated himself to the hilt—fifteen thick inches buried completely inside her, his hips flush against hers, her virgin pussy stretched impossibly tight around him.

Evelyn’s back bowed off the bed as a broken cry tore from her throat—not of pain this time, but of pure, overwhelming fullness.

She could feel every inch of him throbbing inside her, branding her from the inside out.

Riley groaned, long and low, his head dropping to her shoulder as he fought not to lose control.

"Fuck, Evelyn... you’re perfect," he whispered hoarsely. "So tight. So fucking perfect."

He stayed motionless, letting her body adjust, letting the pleasure build and build until her hips began to rock on their own, tiny, needy circles that told him everything he needed to know.

Only then did he draw back—just a few inches—and slide home again, slow and deep, starting the long, sweet rhythm that would finally turn her very first time into something neither of them would ever forget.

Riley’s restraint finally snapped.

He drew his hips back slowly.... agonizingly slow... until only the fat crown of his cock remained inside her, stretching her entrance wide.

Evelyn’s breath hitched, her body trembling beneath him, pussy fluttering around that single teasing inch.

Then he snapped forward.

PAK.

The wet, filthy sound of his hips slamming flush against hers cracked through the room.

Fifteen inches drove into her in one brutal, perfect thrust, bottoming out so deep she felt him in her throat.