Page 71 of Pose for Me
That’s all.
“Ryell,” he gasps as he looks up at me with so much affection that it blows me away.
“Let me take care of you, baby boy,” I murmur. “Let me make you feel good.”
He nods, a soft expression crossing his face. I reach over to the nightstand, grab the lube, and give him a quick kiss after I set it beside him.
Sitting back on my heels, I look down at his body laid out for me. His long, toned legs trailing up to his lace-covered cock and balls. His beautiful, toned belly and hard pecs, muscled arms and creamy skin.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Lane.” My eyes flick up to his. “So fucking mine.”
Again, he nods and stretches his arms over his head, posing for me in a different way.
With gentle hands, I grab Lane’s left foot and place his leg on my shoulder. Softly, I kiss up his calf to his knee. Lane arches up, his fingers digging into the muscles of my thighs.
Grabbing the other foot, I do the same, kissing and licking his skin.
With both of his legs on my shoulders, I lean forward and kiss Lane deeply, loving how his tongue strokes against mine, following my lead. Shaky hands thread through my hair.
I’ll never get enough of Lane, never have my fill of him. He’s everything I’ve wanted in a boy.
Fuck, I can’t let him go.
Breaking the kiss, I move his legs from my shoulders and kiss down to his neck, sucking more marks into him. Even if no one sees, I want him to know he belongs to me and only me.
“More, Daddy,” Lane groans, writhing under me. “Your mouth feels so fucking good. God, more.”
“Needy boy.” I smile against him as I move lower, kissing along his pecs. When I get to his left nipple, I roll my tongue around before drawing the hard peak into my mouth. Lane arches into me more, holding my head close to his chest while I suck at his sensitive nipple.
His dick pokes me in the belly, stiff in his pretty panties. I can feel the throbbing of his cock through my scrub top, hot and thick and ready for me.
Letting his left nipple go with a pop, I move to the other, laving it until the bud hardens. I pull it into my mouth, sucking and nibbling to hear him moan.
“God, Daddy. I need you. Please.”
Surging up to his ear, I lick around the shell before I nip at the lobe. “You have me, sweet boy. You’re mine.”
“Yes. All yours.”
I pull back from Lane and snatch my shirt over my head, my pants and underwear following right behind. When I’m naked, I blanket him with my body, feeling his hot skin flush against mine.
Fuck, he’s everything. Everything I’ll ever want and need.
I’ll find a way. I’ll find a way to make sure he’s free, that we can go out on dates, that I can show off my boy while remaining free. I want to give him that, because I can’t kill him. A world without Lane would be darker than I could ever imagine.
Flipping him over, I raise him up on his knees and push his chest down to the bed. Then I explore every inch of his skin with my lips and tongue, mapping out the dips and curves of him.
When I get to his ass, I drag down his panties while I suck marks into the soft meat of his ass. Lane gyrates his ass in my face, and I slap it, watching how the pink blooms.
“Yesss,” he hisses, pushing back into my hand.
Again and again, I spank his ass, watching how it turns from pink to red. Lane cries out, sobs breaking free from his throat, but he begs for more.
When his ass is a blazing red, I stop my spanking and squeeze his cheeks in a firm grip. Lane shouts, his body trembling. He peers over his shoulder at me, tears leaking from his eyes, but he looks so fucking beautiful, so fucking ethereal that it takes my breath away.
I lick the tears from his face, tasting his submission.
“Thank you,” he whispers. My hard cock slips between his crease, and I thrust into him, my cockhead bumping his balls.
