The two kissed with a wild urgency, lips crashing together as if they had been starving for centuries.
Their tongues tangled, breaths mingling, and neither could get enough of the other.
Hands roamed greedily, exploring curves and muscle, caressing skin as though trying to memorize every inch.
In no time at all, their clothes were stripped away, tossed carelessly across the room.
Nothing else mattered—no rules, no restraint—only the raw hunger that consumed them.
Riley felt as if he had stepped into paradise itself.
Anastasia was unlike any woman he had ever touched—her beauty was devastating, her allure beyond reason, her very presence intoxicating.
For him, this was heaven, yet it was she who seemed most consumed by desire.
Though untouched for countless trillions of years, Anastasia unleashed a side of herself that stunned him.
She was no timid maiden—on the bed she was a tigress, fierce and unyielding, determined to claim every part of him.
Riley had thought to take the lead, to guide her, but Anastasia's passion burned hotter than his own.
She wanted control—no, she demanded it—and for once, he allowed her to have her way.
Thud! His back hit the mattress as she pushed him down with surprising strength, her fiery eyes never leaving his.
Riley's heart pounded in his chest as he looked up at her, his breathing ragged, his body already aching for more.
And then his gaze roamed—slowly, reverently—across Anastasia's naked body.
Her flawless skin glowed in the dim light, her curves sculpted like perfection itself.
She was divine, radiant, overwhelming. Just the sight of her made him harder than he had ever been, his desire for her flaring out of control.
Anastasia noticed, of course, and the faint, almost mischievous smile on her lips told him she intended to push him beyond his limits.
"I've dreamed of this moment for countless years," Anastasia whispered, her voice carrying both longing and devotion. "To finally give myself to a man… to you. The one I love, the one I want to spend eternity with."
Her gaze lingered on Riley with warmth, but when her eyes traveled lower, she froze in shock.
Her breath hitched as she stared at him—fifteen inches of thick, throbbing flesh standing proudly before her.
The sheer size of it made her shiver. Anastasia swallowed hard, her tongue darting out to wet her lips instinctively.
Though she had never touched a man before, she was not completely ignorant.
For countless ages, she had observed mortals in secret, watching the way they joined in passion.
Now, at last, she was ready to act.
With deliberate slowness, she lowered herself between Riley's legs, her movements graceful yet trembling with anticipation.
Her hand reached out, delicate fingers brushing against the heat of his shaft for the first time.
Anastasia gasped at the raw power she felt pulsing beneath her touch.
Wrapping her hand around him, she quickly realized her fingers couldn't fully encircle his girth—he was far too thick, far too overwhelming.
The realization only made her heart pound faster.
She gave a small, almost nervous laugh, glancing up at Riley through her lashes as though to confirm this wasn't some dream.
Then, gathering her courage, she began to explore him—her hand sliding slowly along his length, marveling at the way his cock twitched and hardened even more under her touch.
Each stroke was cautious at first, hesitant, but soon curiosity and desire overtook her shyness.
Biting her lower lip, Anastasia leaned closer, her hot breath washing over him.
The intoxicating scent and sheer presence of Riley's manhood made her body tremble with need.
Her lips hovered just above the swollen tip, her tongue flicking out to taste the first drop of his essence.
She shivered, surprised by the salty tang, and then licked her lips again, hungrier this time.
"This… this is mine now," she whispered breathlessly, her voice filled with wonder.
She tightened her grip, stroking him with growing confidence, while her other hand pressed lightly against his chest as though to anchor herself.
Riley's low groan in response only fueled her further.
For the first time in countless eons, Anastasia felt truly alive—drunk on desire, her body burning, her heart racing as she worshipped the man she had chosen for eternity.
"Mmmm…" Anastasia moaned softly as her lips closed around Riley's massive cock, the sound vibrating against his length.
Her tongue swirled along the underside of the thick shaft, exploring every ridge, every vein, as though committing him to memory.
Her movements were clumsy at first, unpracticed, but her eagerness more than made up for it.
Her hands weren't idle either.
One delicate hand slid lower, cupping his heavy balls while the other stroked what her mouth couldn't reach.
She kneaded and massaged them gently, her slender fingers contrasting with their sheer size.
Riley groaned, his head tipping back, the tension in his body betraying just how much he was enjoying her efforts.
After a few moments, Anastasia pulled back with a wet pop, saliva glistening on her lips and chin.
She licked them slowly, almost teasingly, before lowering herself further.
Her tongue dragged down his shaft in one long, deliberate lick until she reached his balls.
She lavished them with attention, running her tongue over them again and again, her warm saliva coating them thoroughly.
She nuzzled and kissed them, then drew one into her mouth, sucking gently while her hand continued stroking his shaft.
The room filled with lewd, wet sounds and Riley's deep groans of pleasure.
Not satisfied with just that, Anastasia's hungry eyes returned to his cock.
She crawled up, her hair falling messily around her flushed face, and once again opened her mouth wide.
Slowly, she pushed him back inside, her jaw straining as she struggled with his girth.
Inch by inch, she forced herself to take more, until her lips brushed against the base of his shaft and his head pressed at the back of her throat.
She gagged lightly, tears welling at the corners of her eyes, but instead of retreating, she stayed there, her throat tightening around him.
Then, with a determined hum, she began moving, bobbing her head up and down, each motion taking him deeper.
Drool dripped freely from her lips, running down her chin and onto her breasts, but Anastasia didn't care—she was lost in the act of worshipping him.
"You're incredible, Anastasia," Riley groaned, his hand brushing tenderly through her silky hair. "So beautiful…"
The words hit her like fire.
Her heart skipped, her eyes gleamed, and she redoubled her efforts, her head bobbing faster, her tongue pressing firmly against him with every stroke.
It wasn't just desire—it was devotion.
She wanted to please him, to show him she was his in every way possible.
Minutes turned into what felt like eternity.
Riley's hips twitched as he tried to restrain himself, but Anastasia's relentless devotion broke down his control.
"I'm close…" he warned, his breath ragged as his abs tensed.
He tried to pull back, not wanting to overwhelm her.
But Anastasia clutched his thighs, refusing to let him escape.
She sucked harder, her throat tightening around him, her muffled moans vibrating against his shaft as if commanding him to surrender.
With a strangled groan, Riley erupted.
Pew.
Pew.
Pew.
Thick, hot streams of seed surged into her throat.
Anastasia's eyes widened as the first gush hit, but instead of faltering, she swallowed greedily, her throat working around him as wave after wave filled her.
She didn't spill a drop—she wanted it all, every last bit of him.
Only after his climax subsided did she slowly pull back, gasping softly for air.
A thin line of white clung to her lips, which she licked clean with a dainty swipe of her tongue.
Her eyes sparkled with satisfaction, cheeks flushed, hair tousled, and lips swollen from her efforts.
Riley looked down at her, chest heaving, utterly stunned. "You… you're unbelievable, Anastasia."
She smiled up at him, licking her lips again as though savoring his taste. "You're mine, Riley. And I'll make sure you never forget it."
Riley reached down, cupping her face in his hand, his thumb brushing away the dampness at the corner of her mouth.
Then, instead of pulling her away, he leaned down and kissed her deeply, tasting himself on her lips.
Anastasia moaned into the kiss, her heart soaring—she had pleased her man, and she knew this was only the start of a great partnership.
"Hmmmm…" The kiss stretched on, deep and breathless, their tongues tangled in a heated dance until Riley finally pulled back, his lips still glistening with her taste.
With a playful growl, he shifted his weight and wrestled Anastasia down against the bed.
She gasped as her back hit the sheets, her soft body pressing beneath his, her flushed face framed by strands of disheveled hair.
"Riley…!" she whispered, her voice trembling between surprise and anticipation.
With steady hands, Riley gently pried her thighs apart, spreading them wide to reveal the most intimate part of her.