Page 64 of Pose for Me
Letting go of his hands, I reach into the nightstand and pull out the lube. I slick my fingers then push two into his entrance without preamble. Lane cries out but rolls his hips onto my digits. I quickly push in a third finger and work him open, wanting him stretched enough that I won’t rip him in two, but I don’t have the patience to do more than that.
Lane’s heated gaze ratchets up my arousal, making my dick throb with need.
Ever since he’s come into my life, Lane has woken something primal inside me that only wants to be inside him, that wants to make his ass memorize the shape of my dick, to recognize me as soon as I tap against his pucker.
I want all of Lane to belong to me.
Pulling my fingers free, I slick up my dick and notch my cockhead to his rim. “Say red if you want me to stop.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
On a growl, I push inside of him, feeling his warm heat clamp around me immediately. “Fuck,” I groan as I glide into him. Lane looks at me with wide eyes, his mouth open as he pants and moans as he takes inch after inch. “Such a good boy for me.”
When I bottom out, Lane grips my thighs, digging his blunt nails into me. “You’re so big, Daddy,” he pants, looking at where my cock is impaled in him. “Feels so fucking good.”
I only give Lane a few seconds to get used to me before I pull back and slam forward. He cries out, his fingers gripping me hard.
Holding on to his hips, I thrust into Lane hard and fast. Over and over, I give him my entire dick, groaning at the feel of him. He’s hot and slick and tight, strangling my cock as I fuck him.
Angling my hips, I push into him, and Lane curses, placing a hand on my abs as if to halt my movements. I slap it away. “You want me to stop, you know what to say,” I grunt, raising up on my palms as I drill into him.
“Yes,” Lane moans, tossing his head back. “Just like that, Daddy. You’re hitting my spot. That’s…that’s my spot. Right there. Please keep…right there.”
I look down at him, his pleasure evident. Then he gazes up at me, an expression on his face that I can’t explain but fills me with such possessiveness that I grab him by the back of the neck and pull his mouth to mine. But I don’t kiss him. I hold him there and pant against his lips so he knows who has him.
“Who do you belong to, baby boy?” I growl as I pick up the pace. I dart my tongue out and lick the seam of his lips, making him moan louder.
“You…Daddy. Only you.”
“Say my fucking name.”
Ryell!” he shouts, moaning loud and long. “Ryell. Oh god! Feels so…” His back bows, and Lane gasps before his hot seed shoots between us.
I growl and piston into him, finally planting my lips on his. My dick throbs as my orgasm explodes out of me, coating his walls. I groan into his mouth as I keep fucking him, using his hole to milk all the cum from my balls.
When I’m empty, I collapse on top of Lane, dragging in greedy breaths. Lane wraps his arms around me, rubbing my back as he kisses me anywhere his lips can reach.
Leaning up so I’m no longer crushing him, I ask, “You okay? Did I hurt you?” The question comes as a surprise, since I never care about anyone’s comfort. But it’s important that I take care of Lane, since no one else has.
With a beautiful smile on his face, Lane shakes his head. “It was perfect. Exactly what I needed.”
I kiss his shoulder, then pull out of him. Lane gasps, then his cheeks turn red as he reaches down to his hole.
When he tries to find something to clean himself with, I grab his hand. “Oh no. Let me see.”
I turn Lane to the side, push his leg high and grab his ass cheek, spreading him open. My cum trickles from his ass, the sight so fucking sexy that I almost bend to lick it up so I can feed it to him. But I have plans for this.
I replace my hand with his and say, “Hold yourself open for me.”
His cheeks still red, he does what I say.
Sliding off the bed, I sit in the chair butt-ass naked with a wet, half-hard cock, and grab my sketch pad. I look at where my cum is leaking from him, then I finish up the sketch, my dick hardening as I watch my cum trail down his balls and thigh.
“I like how you look at me,” Lane murmurs.
Flicking my gaze back up to him, I say, “Yeah?’
He nods. “Like you really want me and won’t let me go.”
