Rylie lifted up on her knees but he moved over her and pushed her back into the bedding.
“Please tell me you can digest cloth!”
He pressed his chest against hers, caging her beneath him, and licked up the side of her jaw. His lips twisted into a smile, her shuddering struggles ignored, and he ran one sharp tooth over the tip of her ear.
“You should be worried. You should’ve been worried from the beginning. You should be worried now because I'm about to go for round two.”
Netto captured her mouth before she could reply and drank her in. He was thirsty Cyborg. Thirsty for more, sucking on her lips and roughing them up. His body jailed her, trapped her for his use, and what she would endure was his alone.
He moved down her body like a shark, pulling her head back to expose the curve of her neck, the bunk creaking under them. A fluttery laugh escaped her parted, reddened lips. She moved her hands up his chest, taking his shirt with them. Together they pulled it off.
“Your skin feels like velvet.” Rylie caressed the muscles of his pecs with her fingers. “It’s different.”
Netto leaned down and licked the long column of her neck, absorbing the flutter of her pulse over the blunt length of his tongue. “It’s yours.” He nipped her collarbone, holding back enough to not pierce her delicate skin.
“Only mine?” Rylie whimpered.
He caught her eyes and tightened the hold on her hair. “Yes. Only yours.”
Netto would remind her every day if he could. Her insecurity festered below the surface and if given the chance, he would purge it from her soul. When she graced him with another smile, he moved back down to explore her body. He didn't dare breathe, didn't dare to blink because he didn't want to miss one second of it.
So pliant. So receptive.
Netto kissed one of her nipples before he pulled it between his lips. He knew some women could achieve an orgasm from nipple stimulation alone, but he didn’t have the patience to try, her cunt waited for him.
He reeled up and let go of her hair, grabbing her waist and pulling it up and maneuvering her legs over his shoulders. The only thing he wanted was to penetrate her core with his tongue, fuck her with it, and lick her swollen channel clean of all of her essence. Rylie’s fingers gripped the bedding.
Netto supported her back with one arm while holding her in place in front of him. “Lock your feet behind my head,” he groaned, a hairsbreadth away from her clit.
“What’re you going to do?” Rylie tensed in his embrace. She was vulnerable in her precarious position. Netto watched her pussy clench as he breathed over it.
“Enjoy myself.”
He lowered his head and ran his tongue from her back to her clit. She squirmed in his grasp as he lapped at her sex. It was delicious and he was ravenous. Netto could have tongued her for hours and still not be satisfied. How had he gone his entire created life without having a pussy under his tongue?Herpussy? He couldn’t hold back his groan.
Rylie mewed and gasped, her legs kicked his back, and her thighs squeezed his head.
A starving man was wild, a starving Cyborg...
Netto speared his tongue inside her tight channel. It wasn’t the same as the night before when her fresh hymen had torn, but it was heady all the same. She had given him her precious innocence and he had taken it like a beast in a rut. He thrust his tongue in and out of her, taking her again.
“Netto, please,” she begged prettily. “Please...”
Her breasts bounced up from her half-vertical position, their tips making him ram his erection into her exposed back. He continued to fuck her with his tongue as he reached up and squeezed her tight nipples. Her pussy gushed and clenched as she squirmed and choked. Her head jerking back and forth, strewing about her hair. She clamped his head harder between her legs and rolled her hips.
Rylie, his tiny beauty, climaxed so beautifully in his mouth. Netto licked up her essence before he tenderly lowered her back down. He slid his hands over her slick flesh, and lightly groped her curves. She lay before him, out of breath, and yet so full of life, giving him all she had for his to keep.
He posed his cock at her tight, rippling entrance as the last waves of her orgasm jolted through her core.
“Ready?” he whispered, low and gruff. Her eyes widened slightly and she answered him with a wiggle of her hips. Netto bit down on his tongue, filling his mouth with a mixture of his blood and the taste of her pussy. He kept his eyes locked on hers as he slowly pushed into her.
He locked his jaw. She whimpered.
Rylie dug her fingers into his forearms as he broke ground, pressing in before pulling back. Netto continued to penetrate her with all the control he could muster in his long existence. He watched her face with each press forward.
“I’m okay,” she groaned out but he heard the discomfort in her voice. “Go faster.”
“No.” Netto clutched her hips, pushing her down so as not to hurt her, and to stop her from undulating. “We barely fit.” Sweat formed on his brow.
