Page 51 of Pose for Me

I whimper at the loss, but eagerly lift my hips, positioning myself over his straining cock. Knox's hands grip my waist, guiding me down onto him with agonizing slowness. The blunt head of his cock presses against my entrance, and I take a deep breath, willing my body to relax.

Inch by delicious inch, I sink down onto him. The stretch is intense, bordering on painful, but in the most exquisite way. I can feel every ridge, every vein of his thick length as it fills me completely.

When I'm fully seated, I pause, panting heavily. Knox is breathing hard too, his chest heaving against my back. I can feel the tension in his body, the way he's restraining himself from thrusting up into me.

"Fuck," I groan, my head falling back against his shoulder. "So fucking good."

His only response is a guttural growl as his hips snap up, driving himself even deeper inside me. I cry out, my back arching at the sudden movement.

On the screen, Rayne whimpers. Her hands are still on her breasts, fingers toying with her nipples through the lace of her bra. Her hips rock subtly, unconsciously seeking friction.

"Look at her, River," Knox murmurs in my ear, his voice low and dangerous. "Look at how badly she wants to touch herself. How desperate she is to feel what you're feeling right now."

I meet Rayne's gaze through the screen, seeing the raw need in her eyes. "Please," she whispers, her voice breathy and strained. "Please, I need..."

"Not yet," Knox says firmly. "You'll wait until we say so. Until you've earned it."

With that, he begins to move in earnest. His hips snap up, driving into me with brutal force. He knows just how I like it, hard and unrestrained. Each thrust sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through my body. I brace my hands on his thighs, using the leverage to meet him thrust for thrust.

The room fills with the sounds of our pleasure–skin slapping against skin, our mingled moans and grunts, and Rayne's soft whimpers from the phone.

Knox's hand snakes around my body, wrapping around my neglected cock. His grip is tight, almost painfully so, as he strokes me in time with his thrusts. The dual sensations are overwhelming, pushing me rapidly towards the edge.

"That's it," Knox growls, his breath hot against my ear. "Fuck yourself on my cock."

I ride Knox with abandon, my body moving in perfect sync with his powerful thrusts. Every nerve ending feels electrified, sparks of pleasure shooting through me with each roll of our hips. The coil of tension in my core winds tighter and tighter, threatening to snap at any moment.

Knox's grip on my cock is relentless, his calloused palm dragging exquisitely along my length. His thumb swipes over the sensitive head on each upstroke, spreading the beads of precum gathering there. The slick sound of his hand working me mingles with the obscene slap of skin on skin.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I chant, the words falling from my lips in a breathless litany. My thighs burn with the effort of lifting and lowering myself onto Knox's thick length, but the ache only adds to the overwhelming sensations.

I can feel my climax approaching rapidly, a tingling heat spreading from the base of my spine outward. My balls draw up tight against my body, ready to release. Just as I'm about to tumble over the edge, Knox's voice cuts through the haze of pleasure.

"Don't you dare come yet," he growls. "Remember, not until I say so."

I whimper, fighting against my body's desperate need for release. It takes every ounce of willpower to hold back, to force down the impending orgasm. My muscles tremble with the effort, sweat beading on my skin.

"Good boy," Knox purrs, rewarding me with a particularly deep thrust that has me seeing stars. "Now, Rayne. Fuck that pretty pussy with your fingers. Show us how wet you are for us. And keep your eyes on us, your pleasure belongs to us now."

My eyes snap to the phone screen just in time to see Rayne's hand dip between her spread thighs. She gasps as her fingers make contact with her slick folds, her head falling back against the chair. The sight of her pleasuring herself, knowing it's because of us, nearly undoes me.

"Oh god," Rayne moans, her fingers working furiously at her clit. "Oh fuck, you two look so hot together. I wish I was there, I wish I could feel you both inside me again."

Her words send a fresh wave of arousal shooting through me. I clench around Knox's cock, drawing a guttural groan from him. His hips snap up harder, faster, driving into me with bruising force.

Rayne's moans and whimpers join mine, filling the air with a symphony of pleasure. Her eyes are locked on us, drinking in every detail of our joined, sweat slicked bodies. I can see the flush spreading across her chest, the way her breasts heave with each panting breath. She's already close, her movements growing frantic as she chases her release.

"That's it, baby girl," Knox encourages, his voice rough with exertion. "Come for us. Let us see how pretty you look.”

Rayne's eyes roll back as her orgasm crashes over her. Her body arches beautifully, a strangled cry escaping her parted lips. I watch, mesmerized, as waves of pleasure wash over her features. She's breathtaking in her ecstasy, utterly abandoned to the sensations wracking her body.

The sight of her coming undone is too much. "Knox," I gasp, my voice breaking. "Please, I need to come. Please let me come."

Knox's hips stutter, his rhythm faltering as he nears his own climax. "Come now," he growls, his hand tightening around my cock.

His permission is all I need. With a hoarse shout, I let go, surrendering to the overwhelming pleasure. My release paints my chest and Knox's hand in thick ropes as my body convulses. Knox fucks me through it, his thrusts growing erratic as he chases his own orgasm.

With a guttural groan, Knox buries himself deep inside me one last time. I feel the hot pulse of his release filling me. We stay like that for a long moment, both panting heavily, our bodies trembling with aftershocks.

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