Page 72 of Pose for Me
He seeks out my lips, and I kiss him deeply, flicking my tongue against his.
“Make love to me, Ryell. Please.”
Giving him one last kiss, I turn him over to his back, then slide his panties the rest of the way off. His cock bobs in the air, precum leaking down his shaft.
Sticking out my tongue, I lap up his salty, masculine taste. I groan when I swallow, wanting more. So I engulf his mushroom head, sucking him in deep.
Lane keens and thrusts up, pushing his cock in another inch. I relax my throat and swallow around him. His strangled moan greets my ears, making my dick throb.
Flicking my eyes up to Lane, I watch as his pupils blow wide, and his mouth drops open to express his arousal.
I slowly bob up and down, humming so he feels the vibrations along his length. I use my hand while I suck him, stroking the wetness of my spit along his shaft.
Blindly, I reach up and grab the lube. I slick my fingers, then drag them over his hole and tap at his entrance.
Popping off his cock, I say in a voice I hardly recognize, “Open up for me, sweet boy. I need to get you ready to take my cock.”
Lane whimpers as he spreads his legs wider, giving me access to his sexy fucking pucker.
As I ease in one finger, I go back to sucking him off, swallowing the copious precum that leaks into my mouth. Lane curses as he rolls his hips, pushing deeper down my throat and working his ass onto my fingers.
One finger leads to two, then three as I pump into him. I feel around for that magic button inside him, and when he shouts and pushes further into my mouth, gagging me, I smile around his cock. I push onto his spot again and again, wanting to drive him wild.
“Ry. Oh god, Daddy,” he sobs, pushing into my mouth. “I’m close. Oh fuck, I’m there. Please.”
No, I don’t want him to come, not yet. Not until I’m buried deep inside him.
I give him one last suck before I pop off him and remove my fingers. Lane relaxes heavily onto the bed, panting as he stares at me with lust-drunk eyes.
Gripping his chin, I give him a soft, quick kiss before I drizzle lube on my dick. Lane watches me stroke myself with greedy eyes. I smile when he licks his lips, his eyes not straying from my length.
“Like what you see?” I joke, stretching my dick up to my belly, then letting it go so it bobs in the air.
Lane’s gaze flicks back up to mine, and he nods. “Yes, Daddy. I want you so bad.”
I settle between his legs until my cock presses to his hole. As I bend to kiss him, I ease inside. Lane gasps into my mouth as I sink inch after inch into him until I’m fully seated.
I keep kissing Lane as I pull my hips back and plunge forward, grunting as his warm hole clamps around me. Lane’s blunt nails dig into my back, urging me on.
Pulling my lips from his, I groan and look down at him. “You were made for me, baby boy. You were meant to be under me like this, taking my dick.”
“Yes,” Lane moans, his pupils so blown that all the light brown is eaten up, reflecting dark orbs back at me. “I want this…always…fuck, I always want you like this. I always want to be yours.”
I growl and grab his hips with firm hands, surging harder into him. I peg his prostate, dragging my crown over the sensitive spot, pushing him closer to his release.
But I don’t want him to come. Not yet.
Rolling us over, I bring Lane on top of me and hold tight to his hips. “Ride me, baby.”
Lane gazes down at me with a filthy smile, and I have to fight not to blow my load. He looks so fucking hot up there, so fucking good. I want nothing more than to fuck into him hard, to make him come all over my chest, but I want him to take his pleasure from me more.
Slowly, Lane undulates his hips in an obscene way.
“Fuck,” I curse, tossing my head back. He feels too fucking good for words.
All I can do is pant and groan and watch as Lane fucking claims me with every gyration of his body.
Lane rests his hands on my chest as he raises and lowers himself, his loud moans filling the room. I grip his sexy ass, feeling the heat coming off his flesh from my earlier spanking.
