Page 11 of Rhyot & Nyelle
Rhy greedily slurped up all her juices and removed his fingers from inside of her, looking back and forth between her and her glistening juices before he licked them off his fingers. Ny’s chest heaved up and down as she was trying to catch her breath. He stood to admire her naked body as she lay on the couch half asleep.
“I hope your ass ain’t tired yet,” he teased with a chuckle.
“Boy, please. I’m up,” she retorted with a lazy grin.
Rhy scooped her up, her legs intuitively wrapping around his back. “Wait, what are you doing?” She giggled like a little school girl.
“You’ll see.”
Once they were in her room, he used his foot to close the door before plopping her down on the bed and stripping out of his clothes. Ny looked at him anxiously, waiting, her seductive bedroom eyes drawing him in like a moth to a flame. Taking his dick out, he began to stroke until it came to life as Ny looked back and forth between him and his dick. He read her face. She was intimidated by his size. He wasn’t playing for the little league, he was a big dawg.
“A nigga know what he working with, however, I ain’t trying to hurt you. I just want to make you feel good. Can I do that?”
Ny nodded slowly. Rhy shook his head as he continued to stroke his long, thick rod.
“Nah, baby girl, I need to hear you say it.”
“Yes!” Nyelle responded as she began playing with her pussy, putting on a show he enjoyed.
“Yes, what?” Rhy asked for clarity. He wanted to hear her say it. Matter of fact, he needed to hear her say it, because after this, all that friend shit was dead.
“I want you to fuck me,” she cooed.
Rhyot, obviously satisfied with her response, placed himself between her legs and issued a warning look before sliding intoher, making sure to take his time so she could feel every inch of him.
“Breathe, Boogs,” he reminded her, noticing that she was holding her breath. He continued to give her long, deep strokes and soon he had her right where he wanted her. She grabbed his face, hungrily kissing his lips as her second orgasm rushed through her body.
“Rhyot…” she moaned, nails dragging down his back. “You… oh my?—”
He smiled against her neck before biting down. If heaven on earth was a place, it’d be right between Nyelle’s legs.
“That’s right, Boogs. Scream my name loud as fuck, let these niggas know who this shit belongs to.”
Her voice cracked as she tried to respond, caught in her throat.
“This shit should’ve been mine, Nyelle. You belong to me now, you hear me?”
“Yassss!” she cried as she began matching his thrusts.
That set him off. He now knew she could handle what he was putting down and decided to hit her with long, deep, and strong, almost harsh strokes, making sure she knew he wasn’t gentle. Her body quivered under him while her hips attempted to match him but his hands were now holding her in place as he pumped in and out of her. Rhyot’s hands roamed her body like she was a sculpture. The sounds of their bodies slapping and their moans filled the air. The moans that escaped her fueled him to keep going.
“You feel me, Ny?” he growled lowly, voice dripping with possessiveness. “This shit is mine. I don’t want to have to body none of these niggas about you.”
Her nails clawed his back, her voice trembling. “Rhyot, baby, keep fucking me just like that.”
“Like this or like this?” he asked as he pumped in and out of her with so much tension, so much passion, like a person who needed air.
“Like that! Oh yes like that, Rhyyyyy. I’m cumming,” she cried as her body began to jerk and convulse violently.
Rhyot felt his nut building up and leaned down and whispered into her ear.
“That’s right, baby, cum all on this dick; you hear me? That’s a good girl, just like that…”
“Y-yes…fuck…Rhyot!” she cried, her legs tightening around him, pulling him in close, getting lost in the wave of her orgasm.
Rhyot lifted both of her legs into the air and pumped until all his seeds were deep inside her.
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