“I know.”
Suddenly, his tongue poked her desperate opening and she arched back with surprise. It lashed at her, so hot, so thick, that she thought she may go crazy.
“You taste so sweet. So. Damn. Good.”
Rylie whimpered and blushed, knowing he was lavishing her innocence. An innocence she hated because she felt anything but innocent. She had fantasized about her first time since she was a teenager, had spent countless evenings touching and exploring herself as she thought up erotic fantasies. Nothing compared to the real thing. She was wet with desperation and done waiting.
“Do it, take it! I don’t know how much more I can handle!”
His finger returned and he continued to lick her. He caressed the small barrier as if he was worshiping it, worshipping this moment. It put her on edge.
And then it broke. Rylie yelped, her hips jerked.
“Are you okay?”
Am I?“Yes.” She winced. “I think so.”
“Stay still.”
Netto got up and walked away, leaving her cold, but he came back a moment later and sat down. She moved her legs to the side and watched him as he strained serum out of a tube and applied it to her; she immediately felt better. The cool gel soothed away the pinch of her broken hymen.
Rylie bit down on her tongue as Netto continued to apply and finger her. And as the last of the pain faded, all that was left was her lust. He didn’t stop. Her hips twitched as he spread the salve around, mixing it with the slick coat of her essence.
“Did I bleed?”
“A little.”
Rylie groaned, embarrassed, until he slipped his finger into her. He hit something inside her that melted the remaining tension from her muscles. Soft moans escaped her and there was nothing she could do to hold them back.
“Like that?”
“Yes.” The word flowed out of her like a long hiss. “Yes.” She moved her hips, seeking more. Netto’s finger pressed into her, vibrated within her, and she forgot the precarious position they were in and rocked in sync with his hand. The ache between her legs blossomed and everything else faded away. The healing serum remained cool where everything else was hot. Rylie increased her tempo, drowning in the sensation.
She lost her grip on her legs as they flew open.I need more. More.Her feet planted themselves on Netto’s shoulders. He added another finger and pumped her and when he added a third. She fell apart.
“Yeesss!”
The crescendo blotted her vision and she arched up as white-hot sparks of pleasure shot through her. Rylie didn’t recognize the sounds she made, only that the pressure of Netto’s fingers continued, drawing out her peak. She didn’t think she could take any more, filled and stretched and burning up. Her nails punctured the cushioning of the sofa.
When he released her she wanted to cry. It was like she lost a piece of herself. But she didn’t have time to beg him as a squirt filled her ears. Rylie managed to open her eyes long enough to see Netto cover himself with the serum. Her mouth watered.
“I’m ready,” she gasped out before he had a chance to ask. Netto grabbed her waist and pulled her on top until she straddled him again. But this time with his thick bulge resting against the opening of her quivering sex.
“I’m yours,” he groaned out, showing his sharp teeth. “Take what you need.”
Rylie shivered with anticipation. She reached down and took hold of his shaft, her fingers slippery from the lube. If she wasn’t careful, she would slide right onto him before she was ready. His hands came up to play with her breasts. The blunt pads of his thumbs rubbed her nipples in unison.
“Let me see your teeth.”
He pulled his lips back into a snarl. Rylie stared at them as she lowered herself. She could feel herself stretching to fit over his thick tip.
In what seemed like a potently erotic, nightmarish eternity, she was able to take in his entire head. Her core pulsed with a pinching ache of satisfaction. She bobbed up and down, slow and measured, over and over until her sex accustomed itself to his size.
She was grateful for the healing serum, knowing it waylaid much of the pain. When she was seated enough on his cock that she wouldn’t lose her way, she lifted her hands and grabbed his shoulders. Her eyes remained on his teeth.
Netto looked pained. She moved a little faster on him but it only made the stress in his frame worse. His muscles shifted and locked, and she could hear the faint sound of machinery in tune with his pounding heart. Rylie pushed herself further onto his erection.
When his tip hit her g-spot, she was done waiting.
