Page 71 of Pose for Me

"Rayne, sweetheart," Knox breathes, his voice a mix of concern and dark curiosity. "What happened?"

She shrugs nonchalantly, as if coming home covered in blood is an everyday occurrence. "Oh, you know," she says casually, her eyes glinting with wicked amusement. "Some guy decided he wanted to follow Kahlee home, so I took care of him." Her blood-stained lips curl into a predatory smile. "You can never be too careful, detectives. There are so many stalkers out there, after all."

The way she says it, so matter-of-fact and unapologetic, sends a shiver of excitement down my spine. This woman, this beautiful, deadly creature, never ceases to amaze me.

Rayne begins to walk towards us, her hips swaying hypnotically with each step. Her hands move to the zipper of her dress, slowly pulling it down. The black fabric parts, revealing tantalizing glimpses of creamy skin and lacy lingerie beneath.

She shrugs the dress off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor in a whisper of silk. My breath catches in my throat at the sight of her standing there in nothing but a black lace bra, matching thong, and sky-high stilettos. The blood splattered across her pale skin creates a stark, erotic contrast that makes my cock throb with need.

As Rayne reaches behind her back to unclasp her bra, I find my voice. "Leave it," I command, my tone rough with desire. "The lingerie and the heels stay on."

A wicked smile pulls at her blood-stained lips. "As you wish," she purrs. Her eyes gleam with mischief as she adds, "Why don't you go get the lube, my cute little psycho? It looks like ass fucking is on the menu for all of us tonight."

I shiver at her words, anticipation coiling low in my belly. I nod, reluctantly tearing myself away from the intoxicating sight before me. As I head to the bedroom to retrieve the lube, I detour to the corner of the living room and switch on the camera we have set up there. When I turn around the sight that greets me nearly takes my breath away. Rayne is kneeling in the center of the room, her back arched gracefully, presenting herself to us. The blood splattered across her pale skin glistens in the soft lighting, creating an erotic contrast with her black lace lingerie. Knox kneels behind her, his large hands caressing her body with reverent touches.

I stride over to them, unable to resist kneeling and pulling Rayne into a deep, passionate kiss. Her lips are soft against mine. When we part, both breathless, I grin wickedly at her.

"Pose for me, little Rayne," I purr, gesturing towards the camera. "Let's make sure we capture every delicious moment of this."

Rayne's eyes light up with mischief and desire. She shifts her position, lowering her front onto the pile of pillows Knox has arranged, facing the large mirror on the side wall. The position raises her ass while giving her a perfect view of everything that's about to unfold.

I move behind her, sliding between her and Knox, drinking in the sight of her perfect ass framed by the delicate lace of her thong. With deliberate slowness, I pour a generous amount of lube onto my fingers, making sure Rayne can see every movement in the mirror.

I tease my slick fingers along the cleft of Rayne's ass, watching her shiver in anticipation. Slowly, I pull the lacy thong to the side and circle her tight hole with my lubed fingers. Rayne's breath hitches as I press one finger inside, her inner muscles clenching around the intrusion.

"Relax, sweetheart," I murmur, working my finger in deeper. "Let me open you up."

As I prepare Rayne, I feel Knox's presence behind me, his body radiating heat. His hands grip my hips, thumbs digging into the dimples above my ass. I hear the snap of the lube cap and then cool wetness drizzling between my cheeks.

Knox's thick finger probes at my entrance and I groan, pressing back against him. The dual sensation of fingering Rayne while Knox opens me up is intoxicating. My cock throbs, heavy and aching to be touched.

When Rayne is ready, I line myself up with her slick hole. I push forward slowly, savoring the tight heat as I sink into her slowly. At the same time, Knox presses the head of his cock against my own entrance. The pressure builds until he buries himself inside me in one smooth thrust.

For a moment, we're all still, adjusting to the intense sensations. Then Knox begins to move, setting a slow, deep rhythm. Each thrust drives me deeper into Rayne, making her cry out in pleasure.

The sensations are incredible–Knox's thick length stretching me open as I bury myself in Rayne's perfect ass. I'm surrounded, filled, caught between them in the most delicious way.

Rayne's eyes meet mine in the mirror, heavy-lidded with pleasure. The sight of her—cheeks flushed, lips parted, eyes wild with lust—nearly undoes me. I reach forward, tangling my fingers in her long, dark hair. With a firm grip, I pull her head back, exposing the elegant line of her throat. Her gasp of pleasure echoes through the room, mingling with the obscene sounds of flesh against flesh.

Behind me, Knox is a solid wall of muscle, tattoos and heat. His large hands grip my hips with bruising force, guiding my movements as he thrusts into me. His rhythm picks up, his thrusts becoming harder, more insistent. Rayne pushes her hips back to meet me with each thrust, pulling guttural moans from both of us. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes through the room, punctuated by our ragged breathing and desperate cries of pleasure.

I feel myself getting close, the dual sensations of Knox filling me and Rayne's tight heat around my cock pushing me towards the edge. But I want more. I need more.

"Knox," I growl, my voice rough with desire. "Harder. Fuckingwreckme."

Knox's response is immediate and fierce. His grip on my hips tightens, fingers digging in hard enough to leave bruises. He pulls almost all the way out before slamming back in with brutal force. The power of his thrust drives me hard into Rayne, making her cry out in a mix of pleasure and pain.

"Like that, River?" Knox growls, his voice low and dangerous. "Is this what you want?"

He sets a punishing pace, each thrust harder than the last. The force of it rocks me forward, driving me relentlessly into Rayne’s ass. I can feel every inch of him as he pounds into me, stretching me open, filling me completely. The burn and stretch is exquisite, riding the razor's edge between pleasure and pain.

"Fuck, baby," Knox growls, his voice a low rumble that sends shivers down my spine. "You feel so fucking good. So tight for me."

Rayne's cries grow louder, more desperate. Her inner muscles clench around me, milking my cock with each thrust. I tighten my grip in her hair, pulling her head back further. The arch of her spine is beautiful, a perfect curve of pale skin marred by splashes of drying blood.

Knox's thrusts turn brutal, each snap of his hips driving into me with punishing force. The power behind his movements is my undoing. I lose all semblance of control, my rhythm becoming harsh and erratic as I pound into Rayne.

The sensations overwhelm me. It's too much, too intense. I feel myself hurtling towards the edge, unable to hold back any longer.

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