He looked down at her bed and its perfectly made sheets. He nudged down his wetsuit and let his manhood free. It sprung out and away from his body: a thick, dark blue veined rod, desperate for release.
She sighed somewhere above him, a hint of sound to tickle his senses, and he squeezed himself, imagining her breath over his lips. He ran his hand up and down his length, rubbed the tip, then back down to grasp his root.
Depravity fueled him. Years of pent-up control faded to nothing, ashes of his past. He thrust into his hand, claiming dominion over something he didn't actually have—Rylie's sweet opening before him.
Netto pictured swollen pink lips, wet and glistening, aroused by him, for him. He envisioned trust in her eyes as she gazed up at him. Her body would be covered in the pink hue of her blush as he pleasured her, and she'd throw her head back, breathing a soft moan between them.
He tightened his grip, thrusting and ravaging, laying conquest on the space around him. He moved faster, stronger than any human man and his utter inexperience with his erotic musings and the female body made him frantic and wild.
In his mind’s eye, Rylie's legs were spread, opened to him. The image practically projected through his visual tech. He filled in the gaps. His cock pulsed under his palm, releasing precum over his tip. The slick of it spread as his grip tightened, urging more to squirt from his system.
Rylie’s fingers would be holding her sex open as he bent down and looked at her. He bent down to reenact it, his knees facing her pillow.
He imagined his tongue sweeping to lick her chapped lower lip. The area around her mouth red and raw from his many kisses.
She opened her legs further as he moved down her body to fit his face between her thighs. He breathed her in and tongued her clit, every tremble and twitch would be his. Her cunt now glistened with his saliva and her essence. No cum would be there. No, it’d be deep inside her, where his seed would take root in her womb.
Netto wanted it to take over her soul.
Rylie would arch a little bit under his scrutiny, shying away from his dominion as her teeth sank into her lower lip with embarrassment. It thrilled him to think she’d be timid beneath him. He wanted her to always feel embarrassed and needy. Netto wanted to growl out a litany of compliments for her to feast on every day. He wanted a lot of things when it came to her.
He thrust hard and his dick rammed into her bedding, the thick mushroom head slamming into the thin mattress. He let loose a groan as a streak of his cum marked it. Netto wanted her to fall asleep tonight while he was in the ocean, knowing she was less than an inch away from his seed.
With a growl, Netto jerked and came over her sheet; he buried his face into her pillow and bit down hard, shredding the cotton with his teeth.
“Oh, oh no,” gasped a soft, feminine voice
Netto shot upright, his eyes meeting Rylie's shocked ones in the doorway. His blood ran cold. Shreds of her linen fell away from his teeth as his dick sprayed cum across the bed and onto the floor. It remained hard even after release.
She backed up into the hall, her back hitting the wall as her eyes took in the full length of him. He saw his image branded in her head. Her eyes shifted to her bedding, the pillow ripped in half and shredded all around.
“Rylie,” he growled, letting go of his dick to pull up his pants.
She turned away and fled up the stairs.
“I'm sorry,” she cried, her voice no more than a squeak. “I'm sorry, oh my god! I didn’t mean to look at you. I didn’t know. I heard noises.” Netto ran after her, feeling his blood course within his veins. He grabbed her before she reached the landing. “Oh my god!”
“Rylie,” he said, wanting to groan when his hands wrapped around her upper arms. He turned her to face him. “I can explain.” She shuddered in his grasp and struggled to get away from him. Her eyes wide and white, her throat swallowing over and over. Her skin prickled under his fingers and the stress of being attacked radiated through her body.
“Please let me go! I didn't mean to interrupt. I'm sorry.”
Netto bared his teeth and she leaned away. He closed his mouth quickly, guilty for scaring her. “Rylie, I want you.”
She sucked in a breath, the rasp and squeeze of it forcing its way down her tight throat. He scanned her face as he held her. Her body had grown rigid in his embrace, no longer fighting him. Netto wasn’t sure she heard him. She was taut as a whip, snapping at its assailant, and Netto wanted to shake her.
“Say something,” he demanded. It felt like the air around them tightened, and all sound fled the space; it was only him, Rylie, and the strain between them. There was no one left in the whole world.
She was a rabbit caught in a trap, her eyes wide with fear, staring at the predator who would never let her go. Netto loosened his hold as he exhaled a frustrated breath.
Rylie had invaded all of his senses and yet he still waited for her to speak. Netto needed her to speak. If she ran, he didn't know if she would forgive him. If she would ever let him near her again.
“You destroyed my bunk,” she gasped out. Netto canted his head.
“I'll fix it,” he said without releasing her. She was tiny compared to him, more so than the average woman, and it had never been so apparent until now. Even if he got her into bed, Netto didn't think he could fit inside her.
His erection remained hard between them, and he only had to look down to judge its size in comparison to her. It frustrated him that he wasn't smaller, more accommodating. If it was, losing control wouldn't be so dangerous.
She followed his gaze downward and stared. Netto released her and stepped back, wishing not to alarm the girl.
