Rylie held his erection and shifted off his legs so she could lean down to place her mouth on his swollen tip. Her knees hit the floor and his legs spread to give her room. Netto pulled her head back, his hand fisted in her hair.
“You don't have to do this.”
“I know,” she rasped. His eyes flashed blue before they became a muted grey. Netto held her there, forcing her to look at him, but she didn't let it deter her. She gripped the base of the shaft and leaned it down, allowing the tip of it to glide across her cheek.
Netto's eyes flared blue again and she smiled. She felt sexy and a little unnerved with how much she was enjoying herself. She pressed her legs together and the folds of her sex slipped against each other.
Rylie continued to move his cock around and rub it against the sides of her face. His jaw swayed back and forth, grinding his teeth together, his eyes narrowed. He released her hair but his hand remained.
She pumped her hand back up, silently thanking him, and squeezed his tip just before she brushed it over her dry lips. They moistened with his precum and her tongue dashed out and licked it away.
She pursed her mouth. “You taste like butter.”
“Sorry.”
“No, it's good,” she whispered. “I like butter.”
Rylie didn't hear his reply. She steadied her nerves and took him into her mouth. A moan escaped her throat as she accommodated to his size.
It was difficult, the taste and leather hard feel of him overwhelming. She couldn't quite get comfortable and worked her mouth, looking for an angle that would allow her to suck him, but his girth slid across her teeth.
“I'm sorry! I think I bit you. I'm sorry about my teeth. Never done this before.”
Netto grabbed the back of her head and pushed her mouth back onto him. Rylie squeaked before taking him in, forcing the angle, and gagged. She did her best to relax her jaw despite his movement. Her eyes watered. The ship rocked beneath them, swaying to the movement of slow sex. It strengthened her need. Liquid heat gathered between her legs and her breasts ached.
Netto's bulge jerked and again she swallowed back a squirt of precum. She pumped her fist up and down where her mouth couldn’t go. The only noise between them was the wet slurp of her mouth.
“Stop.”
He pulled her head back when she choked again. His eyes were closed and she released him to massage the sides of her jaw, the pungent taste of his precum over her tongue. Rylie swallowed his sticky seed down but his flavor remained.
“Are you oh—”
He flipped her onto the sofa lounge and spread her legs. Her body flushed as he leaned over her and kissed her aching jaw, licking over the areas she had kneaded. His hands rubbed up and down her thighs until he pushed them up and into her chest. Her desire built, and she couldn't stop the jittery shakes and twitches of her body to save her life.
The mist enveloped them.
His fingers caressed her slick folds.
“Wrap your arms behind your knees,” he said, his voice rough with demand. She did what she was told and held her legs to her chest. His warm palms moved over her thighs. Rylie knew what was coming.
“This is embarrassing,” she whimpered and hid her face behind her knees.
“This is beautiful,” he muttered. Her body convulsed in heated shivers.
When the tip of one of his blunt fingers probed her core, she jerked. Rylie inhaled as he circled her opening, slowly, softly, slick with her wetness. He teased her until she rocked into his touch.
“I need more,” she gasped out, seeking fulfillment.
“I’ve never touched a pussy before. It’s so wet and warm.”
Rylie shook and pressed her face harder into her knees.
Netto continued with a deep whisper that tickled her sex, “Your hymen is intact.” He pressed into her and she cringed. “Are you sure?”
“Yes!”
“It may hurt.”
