Page 88 of Pose for Me
With a yank, I haul him down to me and crush my lips to his. Lane immediately melts into the kiss, moaning and sobbing into my mouth.
I let his throat and hands go, then pull him to straddle my lap. Almost immediately, Lane’s dick hardens, brushing against mine.
Lane’s tears trail onto my cheeks as he frantically kisses me, darting his tongue in and out of my mouth. I let him take what he needs from me.
“Missed you, Daddy,” he mumbles between kisses. “Missed you so much.”
“I know, baby. I know.” I kiss him hard, sliding my hand into his panties.
Lane moans, shivering as my finger dips lower until I get to his hole. I tap it before pushing the tip of my index finger inside him. “You’re still mine, baby boy,” I growl, nipping his bottom lip before diving back in for another kiss.
He nods and wraps his arms around my neck. “Yours, Daddy. Only yours.”
Lane and I sit on the floor, kissing and touching each other, getting our fill after being apart.
Six months without Lane has been harder than I could have ever imagined. I went over to Europe for a few months, hoping distance would help, but he was all I thought about. I made up for the months I didn’t kill while I had Lane, grabbing tourists at random to sate my bloodlust. But I didn’t sketch or pose them. Every time I tried, I was reminded of my boy, of the numerous drawings I had of him.
I’ve been back in the States for a few weeks and have been keeping a close eye on Lane. When I saw him this evening, afterhe almost caught me following him, I knew it was time to show myself.
He’s so beautiful. Since he’s been back in the real world, he’s filled out, gaining the weight he lost while he was with me, and packed on a few pounds of muscle. He also let his hair grow out. He’s so fucking gorgeous, and it hurt to stay away from him for too long.
I thread my fingers into his hair and pull his head back, smiling as Lane whimpers and tries to chase my lips. I nose at the column of his throat, drawing in his scent. “God, you smell good, baby boy. Bet you still taste good. Can I see if you taste as good as I remember?”
“Yes, Daddy,” he pants, grinding over my hard cock. “Missed you. Love you. Wanna taste you too.”
I hum as my chest grows warm. He still loves me. Fuck, I was afraid his anger would override how he felt about me. I’m glad to know I was wrong.
I get a good grip under his ass and rise to my feet. Lane laughs as I struggle a bit, but his giggles turn into a moan when I clamp my teeth to the sensitive skin at his throat.
We tumble onto the bed, Lane writhing in my arms like he’s trying to get close enough to live in my skin.
I slink down his body, eager to suck him.
When I’m face-to-face with his lace covered shaft, I lap at his cockhead, wetting up the material. Lane curses and spreads his legs, thrusting up into my mouth.
With a growl, I rip the underwear from his body—stuffing the material into my pocket—and suck Lane hard.
Lane cries out, holding my head in tight hands. My eyes close of their own accord as I groan around him, missing his taste. Precum spreads across my tongue, and I gulp it down greedily.
His fingers pull at the strands of my hair, and Lane fucks my mouth with abandon, mewling and moaning and babbling as Iflatten my tongue on the underside of his shaft. I open my throat so he can use me, so he can take his pleasure from me. Pleasure we’ve both missed out on for the past six months.
“Oh, Daddy,” Lane moans, his hips stuttering against my mouth. “Please…let me taste you before I come. I want you gagging me when I blow my load.”
It takes some doing, but I maneuver myself around until my feet are facing the headboard without dislodging from Lane’s cock. He makes quick work of freeing my erection and closing his lips around my cockhead.
I pull off him and hiss, taking in the blissed-out look on Lane’s face as he swallows me.
“That’s right,” I murmur, jerking his cock as I push into Lane’s mouth. “Suck Daddy’s cock. Make me come, baby boy.”
I take him back in and bob on Lane with vigor, wanting his cum to flood my mouth.
Fuck, I have my Lane in my arms. That bright light that rested in my chest while he was with me in California is back, growing with every minute I’m in his presence.
Lane pops off my dick and moans, “I’m coming. Oh fuck, Daddy.” Then he engulfs me and floods my mouth with his seed. I swallow him down, my body vibrating as Lane moans and hums around my cock.
Pleasure licks up my spine when he tugs on my balls, my release shooting from me before I can warn him. Lane doesn’t seem to mind, swallowing me down. The sensation prolongs my orgasm, and I keep coming, emptying my full balls down his throat.
I slowly ease off his shaft, collecting any of his cum I didn’t catch. Sitting up, I maneuver back around, gathering a boneless Lane in my arms. He smiles up at me, and I return his grin before kissing him, our tastes mingling on my tongue.
