My Xianxia Harem Life-Chapter 101 Spot

"Look at you, Fay," he murmured, his voice thick with desire.

"Taking me so well… but we're not even halfway there."

Fay's breath hitched at his words. She glanced down again, her eyes widening when she realized he was right—there was still so much left of him to take.

She felt a wave of panic rise in her chest, but before she could say anything, Riley leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear.

"Trust me," he whispered, his warm breath sending shivers down her spine.

Fay swallowed hard. She wanted this. She had waited for this.

So, she nodded.

That was all the permission Riley needed.

His large hands slid down her waist, gripping her hips as he pulled out slightly before pushing in deeper this time, inch by agonizing inch.

Fay moaned louder, her back arching as her body adjusted to the slow invasion.

"Ohhh…" Her voice trembled as pleasure and pain mixed together in a dizzying cocktail.

Then, she felt it—the barrier of her purity.

Riley stilled, his jaw tightening as he stared down at her. His chest rose and fell with heavy, controlled breaths, his muscles tense with restraint. This was the moment.

Fay's heart pounded. She felt the anticipation thick in the air, the weight of what was about to happen pressing down on her.

And then—

"Bang!"

With one powerful thrust, Riley buried himself to the hilt, breaking through her final resistance. The bed creaked beneath them from the sheer force, the headboard slamming lightly against the wall.

"Riley!" Fay cried out, her body jolting as a sharp pain tore through her, a burning stretch unlike anything she had ever felt before.

But more than the pain, it was the overwhelming fullness that made her gasp.

Her long, slender legs wrapped instinctively around Riley's hips, pulling him in deeper, her body seeking comfort in the closeness.

It was an intimate, almost desperate reaction, one that made the act all the more intense.

Riley groaned deeply, his hands gripping her thighs as he stayed still, allowing her time to adjust. His forehead pressed against hers, his breath hot against her lips.

"Fuck, Fay…" he panted, his voice strained. "You feel so fucking good… so hot and wet for me."

Fay whimpered, squeezing her eyes shut as her walls throbbed around him, trying to accommodate his sheer size.

Tears pricked the corners of her eyes, but not from pain—no, it was from the overwhelming sensation of being so completely filled, so utterly taken.

She could feel every pulse of his cock inside her, every twitch, every throb. Her body clung to him, molding around his thick length as if he had been made for her.

Riley pulled back slightly, then pushed forward again, testing her readiness. Fay gasped, her breath catching in her throat as the pleasure began to overtake the lingering ache.

"You okay, Fay?" he murmured, his tone softer now.

Fay's fingers gripped his shoulders tightly as she took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling against his. Then, she nodded.

"Yes… keep going."

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A slow, satisfied smirk curled on Riley's lips before he leaned down and kissed her deeply.

"Good girl," he whispered, and then he began to move.

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Riley moved slowly on top of Fay, his thick cock pumping into her with deliberate, measured strokes.

Even though he was being gentle, she still felt the sharp ache at the core of her sex, a deep soreness that made her whimper softly beneath him.

It wasn't just pain—it was the overwhelming realization that her body was being stretched and reshaped to accommodate him.

Her delicate walls clung to him, tight and unyielding, resisting the sheer size of him even as her natural slickness made it easier for him to glide in and out.

With every slow thrust, the burning discomfort dulled ever so slightly, gradually giving way to a new sensation—something foreign, something good.

But still, her body trembled beneath him, not yet fully ready to surrender to pleasure.

And Riley noticed.

He wasn't just mindlessly taking her—he was watching, feeling, learning.

He could tell that she was struggling, that her body was caught between pleasure and pain, and that her mind was still trying to process the intensity of the moment.

So he did what he did best.

Leaning down, Riley captured her lips in a slow, intoxicating kiss.

"Hmmm…" he hummed against her mouth, his deep voice vibrating through her, wrapping around her like silk.

His lips moved over hers with exquisite precision, teasing, coaxing, seducing. It wasn't just a kiss—it was a carefully crafted masterpiece of control and desire.

His tongue flicked out, tracing the seam of her lips, waiting for her to surrender to him.

Fay hesitated for only a moment before parting her lips, allowing him inside.

The moment their tongues met, she felt a rush of heat flood her body.

Riley was good.

He wasn't just kissing her—he was claiming her. His tongue moved with deliberate skill, flicking, swirling, brushing against hers in a slow, sensual rhythm that made her toes curl.

He knew exactly where to touch, exactly how to draw out the shivers that made her breath hitch and her thighs tremble.

Fay moaned softly, her body responding before her mind could catch up. Her fingers slid up his back, clinging to him as the kiss deepened, as he pulled her further into his heat, his dominance.

And as he kissed her, something strange happened—the pain started to fade.

It melted away, replaced by something deeper, something more intense.

A slow warmth spread through her belly, replacing the ache with a rising pressure that made her squirm beneath him.

The slick heat between her thighs grew wetter, hotter, her body finally adjusting to the sheer size of him.

Less than a minute later, the pain was completely gone.

"Ahhh…" Fay moaned sweetly into his mouth, her voice muffled by the deep, wet kiss.

Riley smirked against her lips, his breathing heavy, his body rigid with restraint. He could feel the difference—the way she was finally letting go, the way her body was starting to welcome him.