Page 17 of Pose for Me
Grabbing one of my legs, he pushes it back until it’s almost against my chest. I bring the other one up, giving him a view of my slick hole.
“I’m going to wreck this fucking pretty pucker,” he threatens in a voice of gravel. “My dick will be the only thing on your mind for days.”
“Please,” I whimper, sounding nothing like the take-charge FBI agent I am.
This is what I wanted for so long, but I was never able to articulate it to any of my partners. How does Ryell know this is what I need when we only just met?
Without another word, Ryell lines up with my hole and pushes inside at a measured pace. I tense, the pain worse than I remember. I haven’t bottomed in a while, though I’m vers. Most men want me to top them because of my job. Even in arelationship, my partners barely topped, wanting me to work out the frustrations of my job on their asses.
With Ryell, I want to submit, taking his commands and doing what he tells me. He can work outhisfrustrations onme.
When he’s fully seated inside me, we both groan loud enough to rattle the windows.
Ryell leans back, slowly running a finger around my stretched hole. “You look so fucking good with my dick inside of you. Now hold on while I wreck you.”
He snaps his hips before I can prepare myself, and I cry out, holding on to his biceps so he doesn’t push me up the bed. The drag of his dick inside me feels so fucking good it scrambles my brain.
Over and over he fucks into me, grunting with each stroke.
I babble and curse, trying to keep up, wanting more but also not able to take it. He’s hitting my spot so good precum leaks out of me in copious amounts.
“Mhm,” Ryell says, pressing a hand into my throat and squeezing. Not enough to completely cut off my air supply, but enough for me to know who is in control. “Tell me how it feels, Lane. Tell me you fucking love my dick.”
“I…love…your…dick…so…oh god…so…much…Harder, Ryell!”
He chuckles darkly, then lifts my hips until my ass cheeks are resting on his thighs. Then he bends almost in half and locks his lips around me, sucking my crown. He bobs his head up and down to the rhythm of his strokes. My mouth drops open in disbelief as I watch him suck me off while he’s fucking me.
“Oh fuck!” I shout when he circles his tongue around my cockhead at the same time that he rolls his hips, the dual sensations way too much. He’s still gliding his dick into me and suckling on my cockhead feels obscene and too good for words. “Fucking….so fucking…flexible. Oh fuck me!”
The rumble of his laughter around my crown ratchets up my orgasm. Coupled with the drag of his dick inside me and I can’t hold back, tipping over the edge almost violently.
“Coming,” is all I manage to say before I explode, emptying my balls down Ryell’s throat. He swallows around me, though some of my cum leaks down my shaft. The whole while, he strokes inside me, bumping my prostate over and over.
Popping off my dick, Ryell surges up and kisses me hard, trading my eruption with me. My body trembles and convulses as he pegs my prostate, prolonging my orgasm.
My fucking head is a fuzzy mess, my mind still back on him sucking me while fucking me. I’ve never had anything like that happen to me before, and I’m fucking done.
Ryell groans against my lips, then pounds harder into me. I’m so sensitive from my nut, but I want him to come, want him to reach his peak just like?—
“Open your fucking mouth, Lane,” Ryell growls and pulls out of my ass. He snatches the condom off and climbs up my body, jerking himself hard and fast. When I open, the first spurt of his seed hits my tongue. I moan and stick my tongue out, wanting more.
He roars over me, holding my head steady as he paints my face with his cum.
When he’s drained dry, he collapses beside me, that hot fucking dark chuckle leaving his throat. “You were fucking perfect, Lane.”
I try to catch my breath, my chest rising and falling erratically. I’ve never been so thoroughly and completely fucked. Never been used so fucking well that I can’t even think straight.
Closing my eyes, I try to get myself together so I can leave. I simply have to wait a few minutes for Ryell to drift off to sleep so I can sneak out.
He has my number, and I have his. When I get home, I’ll text him and tell him I had fun, but I needed to get home in time for work.
Just a few minutes.
I only need to rest for a few minutes.
My eyes snap open, and I sit up, taking in my surroundings. Faint light streams through the window across from the bed, and I curse.
I didn’t mean to fall asleep. I planned to fake it long enough for Ryell to drop off into dreamland, then tiptoe down the stairs for my walk of shame.
