Chapter 448 Medal

Chapter 448: Chapter 448 Medal

Riley walked forward and kissed Sarah.

"Hmmmm..." Sarah moaned, and her first kiss was everything she had imagined it to be.

Ivy and Grace did not stay idle either as they approached Riley and undressed him.

They saw his perfect, glorious body and his thick, hard cock that was 15 inches long.

Riley’s low growl vibrated through Sarah’s entire body as he gripped her hips, holding her exactly where he wanted her—straddled across the hard ridges of his abdomen, her slick heat gliding helplessly against his skin with every tiny, involuntary rock of her pelvis.

She was trembling. Not from fear—though there was a delicious thread of it—but from the overwhelming newness of everything.

The heat pouring off his body. The sheer size of him beneath her.

The way Ivy and Grace were already worshipping him like he was some great god made flesh.

And the thick, obscene length of his cock, standing proud and glistening between them all, seemed to pulse in time with her racing heartbeat.

Ivy slid up beside them, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses along the column of Riley’s shoulders while her fingers continued their greedy journey across his chest, tracing every carved line of muscle.

Grace laughed softly from between Riley’s thighs from behind him.

Her hands were now stroking his cock—slow, deliberate pumps with one hand, twisting gently at the crown each time she reached the top.

A fresh bead of pre-cum welled up and that had made the act all the more easier.

Although the three had no experience, they had long fantasized about what they would do with Riley in their midst for a long long time already.

"Fifteen inches," Grace murmured again, almost to herself, like she still couldn’t quite believe it.

"And so thick enough that my fingers don’t even meet around the base. Master, you’re really the best at everything."

Sarah’s cheeks flamed, but she didn’t look away.

Instead she stared down at the monstrous cock that would soon be claiming her, mesmerized.

Riley’s hands tightened on her waist. "You want it that badly already?" he rumbled, voice dark and amused. "Even knowing it’s going to stretch you wide open? Split that tight little virgin cunt until you’re crying and begging?"

Sarah whimpered. The words should have scared her. Instead they made her clit throb harder against his skin.

"Yes," she breathed. "Please... Master."

Riley’s eyes flashed with something primal.

He carried Sarah to the bed as Ivy and Grace followed, and before long, all of them collapsed onto it in a tangled heap of limbs.

Riley then focused on Sarah. He has three women with him and he’d take them all tonight one by one.

He undressed her as carefully as peeling skin from an apple, and he was far from disappointed.

Sarah’s body was seductive and perfectly formed, the kind that left any man breathless with desire.

He lifted Sarah easily—effortless strength that made her gasp—and positioned her directly over the swollen, leaking head of his cock.

The blunt crown kissed her soaked entrance, parting her folds just enough to let her feel the impossible girth.

"Easy now," he murmured, though his own voice had gone gravel-rough with restraint. "We’re going slow. You’re going to take every inch, but you’re going to enjoy the ride."

Ivy crawled up beside Sarah, pressing her body close. She reached down between them, fingers finding Sarah’s swollen clit and circling it gently. "Relax for him, sweetheart," she cooed. "Let him in. He’s going to make you feel so full... so good..."

Grace moved too, sliding behind Sarah so she could reach around and cup her huge breasts, rolling the stiff nipples between her fingers.

"Breathe," Grace whispered against the shell of Sarah’s ear. "Push down when you’re ready. We’ve got you."

Sarah’s head fell back against Grace’s shoulder. She felt surrounded—protected and utterly claimed all at once.

And now... now the man who owned them all was about to own her too.

She exhaled shakily.

Then she pushed down.

The fat head breached her in one slow, burning stretch.

"Ohhhh..." Sarah’s mouth opened on a silent cry. Her nails dug into Riley’s shoulders as the first thick inch sank inside, forcing her walls to yield.

It hurt—God, it hurt—but it was the good kind of hurt, the kind that made her whole body light up with sensation.

"Fuck," Riley hissed through clenched teeth. "So fucking tight..."

He didn’t thrust up.

He let her set the pace, let her take him inch by torturous inch while Ivy kept rubbing slow, soothing circles over her clit and Grace continued teasing her nipples.

Another inch.

Then another.

Sarah’s thighs trembled violently. She could feel every ridge, every vein as he opened her up.

When she looked down she could actually see the obscene bulge of him just inside her lower belly—proof of how deep he already was.

Tears pricked Sarah’s eyes—not from pain, but from the overwhelming intensity of it all.

She felt split open, remade, utterly possessed.

Riley lifted one hand to cradle the back of her neck, pulling her down until their foreheads touched. "You’re doing so good, Sarah," he rasped.

Sarah let out a broken little sob-laugh. "I—I want more..."

Riley smiled. "Then take it."

With a shaky breath, Sarah sank lower.

Three-quarters now.

The stretch was brutal and perfect.

She could feel him pressing against places inside her she hadn’t known existed.

Her walls fluttered helplessly around the invasion, trying and failing to accommodate his size.

Riley’s hands flexed on her hips, fighting the urge to slam her down the rest of the way.

Sweat glistened on his chest. His control was fraying.

"Almost there," he growled. "One more push, sweetheart. Give me the rest."

Sarah nodded frantically. She lifted slightly—then dropped.

The last few inches disappeared inside her in one long, slick glide.

Her back bowed.

A raw, keening moan tore from her throat as she bottomed out, hips flush against his, every single inch buried to the hilt.

For a long moment no one moved.

The room was filled only with harsh breathing and the wet, obscene sound of Sarah’s cunt stretched impossibly around him.

Then Riley flexed inside her—just a tiny pulse—and Sarah shattered.

Her first orgasm with him inside her hit like a freight train.

She screamed, nails raking down his chest as her walls clamped down in violent spasms, milking him for everything he had.

Ivy and Grace held her through it, murmuring praise and filthy encouragement while she shook apart on top of their Master.

When the aftershocks finally began to fade, Riley tilted her chin up, forcing her dazed eyes to meet his.

"That was perfect," he said, voice wrecked. "Now... we’re just getting started."

He rolled them smoothly, never once slipping out of her, until Sarah was pinned beneath him on the mattress—legs splayed wide, wrists caught gently above her head in one massive hand.

Ivy and Grace settled on either side, ready to assist, to tease, to worship.

Riley pulled back slowly—inch after glistening inch—until only the head remained inside her.

Then he thrust back in.

Deep.

Hard.

Claiming.

Sarah’s eyes rolled back.

And the night dissolved into a symphony of moans, wet slaps, and broken pleas as Riley began to truly fuck his newest, most precious acquisition—while the other two women helped guide her deeper into blissful, perfect surrender.

Riley’s hunger hadn’t even begun to fade after Sarah.

He’d already fucked her through three shattering climaxes, then four, then five—each one ripping louder moans from her throat until her voice cracked and turned hoarse.

By the sixth, her legs were shaking uncontrollably, thighs slick and trembling, her pussy clenching so hard around his thick cock that he had to slow down just to feel every desperate flutter.

He didn’t stop, though.

He angled deeper, grinding against her swollen clit with every punishing thrust until she arched off the mattress, eyes rolling back, a broken sob tearing from her lips as she squirted hard—once, twice, three messy pulses that drenched his shaft, his balls, and the sheets beneath them.

When he finally pulled out, Sarah collapsed like a marionette with its strings cut.

She lay there limp, chest heaving, skin flushed and glistening with sweat and her own release, a dazed, blissed-out smile on her swollen lips.

Her fingers twitched weakly against the soaked bedding as tiny aftershocks still rolled through her.

Riley’s cock—still rock-hard, veins pulsing, slick and shining with Sarah’s cream—bobbed heavily as he turned his gaze to the other two.

Ivy and Grace were kneeling side by side at the edge of the bed, watching him with wide, glassy eyes.

Both were breathing fast, nipples tight and dark against their flushed skin, thighs pressed together as if trying to ease the aching throb between their legs.

Ivy’s long black hair spilled over one shoulder; Grace’s platinum strands were already mussed from nervous fingers running through them all night.

They were just as devastatingly beautiful as Sarah—maybe even more so in their untouched nervousness.