“But we fit.” Her nails pierced his skin. He sank further into her tight sheath. It took everything within him not to fully reclaim her body.
“You’re bleeding!” Rylie gasped, stopping him.
“I bit my tongue,” he barely mustered out, consumed with the grip her pussy had on his bulge. She struggled underneath him and he slid further in. They both exhaled a heavy breath.
Netto looked down at their bodies to see half his cock buried between her legs. He had stretched her to fit him and the glorious sight of seeing her succumb to his power had him squirting cum.
Rylie went rigid as he pushed the rest of the way in.
When he was seated deep, a band of pressure released his restraint.
Netto glanced up to see tiny droplets of tears on her eyelashes. He slowly leaned over her and kissed them away, and waited until her body gave in and the muscles of her stretched sheath yielded.
He groaned, feeling sweet, hot bliss, and wanting more, but he didn’t move, waiting for Rylie’s body to accustom to his girth. He continued to place kisses over the top of her head, barely, struggling to adjust to their height difference. His back ached from the effort.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes. Almost,” she bit out. Netto held himself above her small frame.
“What do you want me to do? Tell me what to do,” he rasped over her ear.
Her sex clenched. “Move.”
He lifted up and caught her eyes as he slowly removed his cock before he pressed back into her. Netto kept a steady pace until her hips lifted up to meet his. His teeth scored his bottom lip.
Rylie took over and pumped herself below him, her eyes closing as her lips parted into a shallow breath, a soft moan escaping her. When she found her pleasure, and he felt the wrinkle of her g-spot, he surged into her. Where last night he had been subdued by quiet need, tonight he was overcome by desperation.
She opened herself up to him and rocked as he gave her the illusion of control. The corded muscles and metal structures vibrated throughout his frame and Netto gave himself up to it as she gave herself to him.
Rylie squirmed and sighed and he bit back the growls on the edge of his tongue. When she couldn’t keep up, her remaining strength abated, he took over again.
He pressed into her with measured strokes. The air hissed through his teeth. The bunk groaned and shook. Neither of them seemed to care that it might break. It was easier this time, her core already stretched to fit him, and with remnants of the serum from the day before still within her, her breath no longer hummed with pain.
Netto held back but found difficult and when the first spasm of her sex squeezed his cock, he joined her in release.
He finally understood why his brethren enjoyed sex so much as Rylie thrashed under him, riding out the waves as his seed poured into her again.
Sex was like a hunt, following a fresh trail of blood, finding your prey, and feasting on it while it succumbed to the predator. Netto moved over her and watched until her contractions abated.
A smile graced her lips, her face held a sheen of sweat, and he basked in its fresh glow.
Netto pulled out slowly and picked her up. He couldn’t kiss her properly lying down; he was too large, and he couldn’t contort to meet her lips with her legs hooked around him. He cupped her swollen sex with the edge of the bedding to keep his seed from making a mess.
The smell was already potent enough.
“Are you okay?”
She curled up in his arms as he ducked and maneuvered her to the small lavatory.
“More than okay.”
He cleaned her up, being gentle, and reapplied the salve from before. Rylie purred as he massaged the knots away and when he turned on the small shower, he stood back and helped her wash from the hallway. His immense size was becoming more and more of a burden for him.
“Am I good?” she asked him as tepid water and foamy soap slipped down her skin.
“Yes.” Netto lifted a wet strand of her hair.
“I meant in bed? Janet says people can be bad in bed and it takes practice. That a bad bed partner can be a real turn-off...a downer.”
