CHAPTER 334: CHAPTER 334 PROFILE

Juliet’s moans grew louder, shaky and breathless.

"Riley... ohh... so deep..." she whimpered, tears brimming in her eyes from the intensity of the sensations.

The pleasure mingled with a sharp edge of pain, and her mind spun, unable to focus on anything but the overwhelming fullness that now defined her entirely.

Just when Juliet thought she had begun to adjust, Riley pushed harder, plunging deeper into her in ways no man ever had.

His cock pressed and rubbed against her cervix, making her gasp violently.

"Riley!" she screamed, her voice raw and desperate, echoing her mixture of fear, awe, and undeniable desire.

She felt utterly stretched, full in ways she hadn’t known possible, as if he had filled a space in her that no one else ever could.

Her body trembled with each deliberate stroke, her core tightening reflexively around him, clinging to every inch of his length.

She could feel the thick cock pulsing inside her, dragging heat and fire through her belly with each movement.

Her breath came in ragged gasps, chest rising and falling, as the overstimulation teetered on the edge of agony and rapture.

Riley’s dark eyes never left hers. He watched as her body trembled, hips lifting unconsciously to meet him, hands clutching at the sheets and at him, desperate to feel closer, to be claimed completely.

"You feel so good, Juliet," he murmured, voice low and rough, a growl of desire threading through his words. "So tight... so beautiful."

Juliet’s mind was spinning.

Pain and pleasure collided, a whirlwind of sensation that left her almost dizzy.

Yet beneath the overwhelming intensity, a deep, undeniable thrill coursed through her.

She was his—completely, utterly, impossibly full—and every thrust, every stretch, every pulse of his cock inside her reminded her of that fact.

Her body clung to him instinctively, aching for him, desperate to hold him, to feel every inch of him, to be utterly his in ways she had never imagined possible.

Her moans grew louder, more urgent, driven by a mix of fear, excitement, and the incredible intensity of being taken by someone she loved and trusted.

She pressed her face into his chest, clutching him as she rode the waves of sensation, utterly consumed by the overwhelming fullness that defined her.

Riley’s thrusts continued, deliberate, powerful, and unrelenting.

Every inch of him filled her, stretching her, drawing groans from her lips and fire through her core.

Juliet trembled, heart racing, mind spinning with the impossibility and ecstasy of the moment.

She had never known anything like this, and yet she had never wanted anything more.

The first time was over—but the experience, the sensation, the intensity, and pleasure was slowly driving her crazy with lust.

"Ahhhhh..."

"Ohhhhh.."

"Ughhhhh..."

Juliet was moaning lewdly now.

The sharp edge of pain still lingered inside her, but it was already melting, blending into something she had never felt before.

Her body trembled as waves of strange new pleasure rose up from deep within her, spreading like fire under her skin.

Every thrust Riley gave her pulled her further and further away from the ordinary world, taking her into a place where there was nothing but the relentless rhythm of his cock inside her and the overwhelming heat of her own arousal.

Her pussy stretched so much around him, molding to his thickness, and yet it craved more.

She could feel every vein, every pulse, every inch driving into her, making her walls tighten desperately to hold him.

All she could do was moan louder, her voice breaking into cries of need that filled the room.

At first, she shut her eyes tight, trying to hold onto herself against the storm of sensation.

But when she opened them again, she was met with the sight of Riley’s handsome face above her.

His expression was raw, focused entirely on fucking her as if nothing else mattered in the world.

His jaw was clenched, his brows furrowed, sweat trickling down his temple as his body worked furiously against hers.

That image seared into her mind, and in that instant her desire doubled, surging through her veins until every part of her body succumbed to him.

"Riley! Love me more!" Juliet gasped, her voice trembling with need.

She raised her hips from the sheets, desperately meeting his thrusts, matching his rhythm as best she could.

The sound of their bodies colliding filled the air, wet and obscene, each motion sending shivers through her spine.

She felt herself so wet for him, her love juices spilling freely, soaking the sheets beneath them.

Every time he slammed into her, the messy, naughty sound of her dripping cunt echoed in the room, a lewd symphony of her surrender.

Her nails clawed at his back, leaving red trails on his skin as her body arched beneath him.

Her breasts heaved wildly with each movement, her lips parted, gasping and moaning without restraint.

Riley leaned closer, their faces nearly touching, and she could see the hunger in his eyes—hungry for her, hungry to claim her again and again until she broke beneath his love.

Juliet shuddered, her voice rising to a scream as her body quivered under his unrelenting thrusts.

She had never known such pleasure, never known such ecstasy, and now she couldn’t imagine ever letting him go.

Riley couldn’t help but smile—he never imagined Juliet would be such a screamer.

Her cries rang out again and again, filling the room without restraint.

The prim and proper mask she always wore in public had been shattered to pieces the moment she spread her legs for him, the moment she was fucked for the very first time.

Now, there was no trace of that composed, delicate lady.

All that remained was a woman moaning shamelessly beneath him, her voice breaking, her body writhing as she surrendered completely to him.

Leaning back slightly, Riley’s thrusts never slowed.

He wanted to see it all—her body, her expression, and the obscene way his cock disappeared into her dripping cunt.

His thick shaft stretched Juliet’s pink slit wide open, her walls wrapped tightly around him like molten silk.

He could feel her clenching desperately, greedy to hold onto him, terrified of letting him slip away.

Every squeeze of her pussy sent waves of pleasure through his body, and he groaned at how deliciously tight she still was despite being so wet.

When he pulled back, he looked down and saw his cock glistening with the proof of her ruin.

A faint smear of blood lingered from the taking of her virginity, but it was quickly drowned out by the flood of her arousal.

Her juices coated his cock thickly, dripping down his length, gleaming white under the dim light as if her body itself was eager to welcome him deeper and deeper.

Every thrust stirred up more of that intoxicating mixture, making the sounds of their coupling louder, wetter, filthier.

And yet, even as slippery as she was, her pussy gripped him like a vice.

She clamped down on him as though she wanted to trap him inside forever, each contraction drawing another guttural groan from his throat.

The sheer contrast thrilled him—the softness of her body, the innocence of her face, and the raw, carnal tightness of her cunt that refused to let him go.

Juliet, lost in the torrent of sensation, clawed at the sheets with one hand while the other dug into Riley’s back.

Her nails left burning trails across his skin, urging him to go harder, deeper.

Her moans rose in pitch, each one trembling with both pain and desperate pleasure.

Her breasts bounced with his every thrust, her hair sticking to her damp forehead as tears of ecstasy welled at the corners of her eyes.

Riley’s gaze locked on her face—her parted lips, her flushed cheeks, her glassy eyes begging silently for more.

She was beautiful before, but now, with her mask stripped away and her body laid bare, she was irresistible.

And the thought that he was the one who broke her, the one who revealed this side of her, filled him with savage pride and a hunger that drove his hips to pound her even harder.

"Ahhh! Riley!" Juliet screamed again, her voice cracking as her body arched helplessly beneath him.

She had no control left, no resistance, only the raw need to take everything he gave her.

And Riley, watching and feeling every moment of her surrender, knew he wouldn’t stop until he had wrung every last cry of pleasure from her lips.

It didn’t take long before Juliet reached her limit.

Pak!

Pak!

Pak!

Riley slammed into her with brutal rhythm, each thrust echoing through the room, the sharp crack of skin against skin blending with the deep groan of the bed as it rocked violently beneath them.

Every stroke of his cock buried deep inside her, stretching her, pounding her soft walls until she was shaking uncontrollably.

Her voice cracked, her body arching off the sheets as she screamed...

"Something’s coming! Riley! Ahhhhhhh! Coming!"