Page 43 of Pose for Me

With a growl that vibrates in my very core, he pinches both hard nipples simultaneously, pulling hard. A strangled cry tears from my throat at the exquisite sting, the pain only amplifying the dizzying arousal swirling through me and I feel like he is pulling directly on my clit.

The rough sound seems to snap the taut leash on his control. In one fluid motion, he rises up on his knees and maneuvers me onto my stomach with an arm banded around my waist. I have no chance to even think before his big hands grasp my hips, wrenching me up onto my knees.

My trembling thighs are forced wide, and I start to push up on my hands, craving what I know is coming. But his palms are there in an instant, shoving my upper body back down to the mattress, bowing my spine into a delicious arch.

I'm utterly at his mercy, splayed out and aching for him.

A sharp tug at my hair wrenches a gasp from me. His fist knots in the long strands, the stinging bites across my scalp sending jolts of lighting straight to my molten center when he forces my head back. My back arches further as he bends my pliant form to his will.

Through the haze of need, I feel him then—the thick, hard head of his cock rubbing against my wet entrance. I clench around nothing, my walls fluttering hungrily. I'm so worked up and drenched for him, wanting desperately to feel him stretching me open again.

His harsh groan is like a caress against my flushed skin as he pushes just the tip into me...only to pull it back in slow, maddening torment.

"You sure, baby girl?" His gravelly words fan the flames burning through me. "Because I will fucking ruin you. I will give you everything you want, every dark and twisted fantasy."

A desperate, keening moan is torn from me. "Please..."

There's a beat of heated stillness, and then he slams home with brutal force.

The punishing thrust knocks the air from my lungs, choking me on the shocked, guttural "Fuck!" that bursts out. I don't get a chance to recover—he doesn't let up, doesn't show an ounce of mercy. He's primal, savage, pounding into me again and again with claiming strokes that rattle the bed and shake my very soul.

I'm mindless, overwhelmed by the loud, obscene noises of skin smacking wetly, the animalistic grunts being torn from him, and the high-pitched, desperate whimpers spilling shamelessly from my lips. I can hear how soaked I am for this rough treatment, the lewd sounds of his thick cock plunging relentlessly into me.

"I'm going to paint your womb with my cum," he growls, the filthy promise sending molten lava coursing through my body. "Fill you up until you can't take anymore and it drips from your pussy."

My fingers clutch painfully at the sheets beneath me as I keen again, higher and louder, the sounds coming from me seeming inhuman to my own ears. I'm undone, well on my way to shattering into a million pieces under his ruthless onslaught.

"I'll bury my cock so fucking deep inside you and just keep fucking you." He accentuates his crude vow with a series of short, sharp snaps of his hips that drive me closer to the edge. "And when I can't, River can...we can take turns until you know nothing but us. Our bodies, our scents, our cum. No one else."

His filthy words and ravenous pace ignite an inferno inside me. I'm keening, begging him in incoherent, barely audible rambling as he fucks me hard, violently. His fingers grip my hair tightly, pulling sharp and painfully as his other hand grips my hip, dragging my body back to meet his with each brutal thrust.

The dull ache lingering from the last two encounters only fuels the whirlwind of pleasure and pain that threatens to drown me in its chaotic storm. I can feel myself tightening around him, fluttering as my orgasm builds inside me like a coiled spring winding tighter with each punishing slam of his cock.

He releases his grip on my hip abruptly, and seconds later I feel the sharp sting of his palm landing hard across one ass cheek. Then the other. Fire rips through me, the burning ache of tender flesh only heightening the overwhelming sensations spiraling through my body. My walls clench impossibly tight and through the haze of lust and desperation, I hear his guttural command, "Come for me."

It's as if my body has been silently begging for permission. My orgasm slams into me with staggering force, the crest of ecstasy dragging me under its crashing wave. I cry out his name, uninhibited and shamelessly loud, as the pulses wrack through me. His pace stutters as I drag him over the edge with me, and I can feel the scorching heat of his cum flooding me. The sensation reminds me of his crude words, my hypersensitive pussy pulsing and fluttering around his twitching cock as he groans, "That's it, baby girl."

I can't move, utterly spent and limp against the mattress as I lose track of time, I'm only vaguely aware that he hasn't pulled out of me as he wraps himself around my body, rolling us onto our sides, but sleep is already dragging me under. The world feels hazy and distant, my body boneless and heavy in the aftermath of such intense pleasure. Knox's solid warmth envelops me completely, his chest pressed flush against my back, one muscular arm draped possessively over my waist.

His breath fans across the nape of my neck in slow, steady exhales, stirring the fine hairs there and sending little shivers down my spine. I can feel the steady thrum of his heartbeat against my shoulder blade, gradually slowing as we both come down from our shared high. The weight of his body anchors me, grounding me in this moment of utter contentment.

My eyelids grow heavier with each passing second, the soft cotton sheets beneath us feeling impossibly luxurious against my oversensitized skin. Knox's fingers trace lazy, abstract patterns along my hip and stomach, the calluses on his fingertips catching slightly on my sweat-dampened skin. It's soothing, hypnotic, lulling me further towards the edge of consciousness.

My last coherent thought before succumbing to slumber is how right this feels. How perfectly I fit against Knox's body, as if we were two pieces of a puzzle finally slotting into place. But there is still one piece missing. As darkness creeps in at the edges of my vision, I let out a contented sigh, sinking deeper into his embrace, wishing River was there too.

Chapter 27

Knox

Ilieawake,savoringthe warm weight of Rayne's body pressed against mine. Her soft curves mold perfectly to my harder planes, fitting together like we were made for this. My cock is still buried deep inside her, the tight, wet heat of her pussy a constant, maddening pleasure.

An hour has passed since our frenzied fuck, but sleep eludes me. I'm too consumed by the intoxicating scent of her skin, the silky texture of her hair splayed across the pillow, the gentle rise and fall of her chest as she slumbers. My fingers trace idle patterns along the skin of her hip, memorizing every dip and swell.

The room is bathed in the soft glow of moonlight filtering through the curtains. Shadows play across Rayne's face, accentuating the delicate arch of her brow, the fullness of her lips. Even in sleep, she's breathtaking. Just like I am with River, I’m obsessed with every tiny detail of the beautiful woman in my arms..

I can feel her pussy occasionally fluttering around me, little involuntary squeezes that send jolts of pleasure through my body. It takes every ounce of self-control not to start moving, to wake her with slow, deep thrusts. But I resist, content for now to simply be joined with her in this intimate way.

My mind drifts to thoughts of River, imagining him here with us. I picture him spooned behind her, his cock nestled between her ass cheeks, his arm draped over both Rayne and me. The three of us intertwined, a tangle of limbs and shared breaths. Soon, I promise myself. Soon we'll have that.

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