Page 16 of Pose for Me
When he has me under him, I wrap my legs around his waist, and when he lowers himself onto me, I groan, his steel rod pressing into mine. He’s so big and hot, sending fire dancing through my veins.
Ryell shoves my hands up over my head and noses down my jawline, peppering me with soft kisses. I struggle in his hold, though I don’t want to get away. He grips my wrists tighter, and I moan, loving the feeling of being trapped and helpless for him.
In the years since I lost my virginity, I’ve been holding myself back, not giving in to what I really want—tonotbe in charge, to give it all up and put my pleasure in the hands of someone else.
Ryell chuckles as he nips at me. I let out a dissatisfied moan because of his teasing. “Ryell. Fuck, I’m burning up.”
“Good, I want you hot for me.” He stops kissing my neck and captures my mouth, stealing my breath. “I’m gonna fuck you hard and fast. And you’re gonna fucking take all of me.”
“Yes.” Fuck, that’s what I want.
He lets go of my wrists and climbs off me, making me whimper at the lost contact.
He releases another one of those dark chuckles as he rounds the bed. “Patience, Agent. I’ll give you exactly what you need.”
Reaching into his nightstand, he pulls out a condom and some lube, palming the supplies as he mounts the bed, prowling over to me.
When his dick is right in my face, he rolls his hips so his cock slides over my lips. I moan at the feel of him, pursing my lips so he can drag his shaft across them.
He grunts, then says, “Open and suck all of me, Lane. Every inch.”
I’m not sure it’s possible, but I want to make him happy, want to please him by doing what he says.
Opening wide, I draw as much of his length inside as I can, groaning when his hot, salty precum hits my tongue. Relaxing my throat, I take in more and more until my nose hits his pubic bone, and I feel his balls against my chin.
Ryell curses roughly as I gag over and over around his length. Wetness spills from my mouth, down my chin and over his cock and balls.
Through the tears clouding my eyes, I look up at Ryell, seeing his head thrown back and his chest pumping harshly. His hand cards through my hair, and he holds me steady as he rocks into my mouth. I continue to gag, my mouth getting wetter and my dick getting harder as he uses me roughly. My oxygen supply is cut off and my head feels light and floaty, but fuck, I want this. My lungs burn with the need to breathe, but if this is how I go, what a way to die.
Just when I think I’m going to pass out from lack of oxygen, Ryell eases his dick from my mouth, allowing me to pull in a deep, ragged breath.
He grins and cups himself with his free hand, rubbing his wet dick over my messy face. “So fucking good, Lane. Open again. Let me fuck your throat.”
Eagerly, I try to unhinge my jaw like a fucking snake, sticking my tongue out. Ryell slaps his cock across its surface a few times before he shoves inside. He pushes all the way to the back of my throat and snaps his hips forward, fucking my face hard and rough.
My throat burns from the brutal usage, but I want it so fucking bad. Pleasure sparks against my skin as Ryell’s thick mushroom head bumps my tonsils. My eyes roll into the back of my head at the sheer ecstasy of how he’s using me. Right now, I’m just a hole, meant only for his pleasure.
My dick throbs, my orgasm at the tip, ready to explode out of me. A moan pushes past my lips as Ryell’s fingers dig hard into my hair, holding me still so he can fuck my throat in earnest. I close my eyes and try to keep my release at bay, but it’s a losing battle. No one has ever used me like this, so hard but so in control.
I peer up at him, begging for something I can’t name. A flash of danger enters his eyes, and it’s that look that tips me over the edge, and I come hard, my back bowing off the bed and garbled moans drifting around Ryell’s rock-hard cock.
“Fuck, Lane. Blowing your load for me from sucking my dick? So. Fucking. Hot.” He punctuates every word with a hard shove into my mouth. “Oh fuck,” Ryell groans as he picks up the pace. My orgasm goes on and on, hot ropes of my release landing on my belly. “So fucking good.” Ryell drags two fingers through my release and stuffs them into his mouth, growling deep in his chest as he sucks my cum from the digits. “You taste fucking amazing.” He grips my hair tighter in his hands, and his cock swells in my mouth. I whimper around him.
With a roar, he announces, “I’m coming.” He pulls his dick from my mouth and explodes all over my face. His cum lands on my chin, cheeks, and into my open and waiting mouth. I swallow as much as I can, getting full of his essence.
Ryell rubs his seed into my skin, smiling almost menacingly at me. “You did so good for me.” I fucking preen from his compliment. Tears still blur my vision, my lips feel swollen and my throat burns but knowing I did good for him makes me forget all that shit.
He climbs off the bed, grabs a cloth, and wipes my face. After he tosses the cloth away, he settles between my legs and kisses me hard, his tongue lapping at my slack mouth. I’m boneless, not feeling like I can move, but my dick rallies, hardening as soon as his lips touch mine, twitching with my need.
Through rough kisses, Ryell says, “You didn’t think I was done with you yet, did you?”
I shake my head, though that’s exactly what I thought. I’m no spring chicken—my refractory period has never been this quick—and Ryell has to be a few years older. But he seems like he has the stamina of a man in his early twenties. If I get to feel his big dick inside me, I can keep up.
Ryell’s fingers drift to my hole, and I moan loudly. When did he lube them up? I’m so fucking gone on him I didn’t even notice.
He quickly gets me ready, one finger, then two, then three inside me, pushing in and out and scissoring me open. He’s careful to only graze his fingers over my hot spot, and I wriggle in frustration that he’s not giving me more.
After a few more thrusts inside, Ryell pulls his digits free, grabs the condom, and rolls it on. He lubes himself, stroking over his covered cock.
