Page 77 of Pose for Me
I take the fabric from him, then let him go so he drops to his knees in front of me, struggling to draw in a breath. What the fuck is he getting at, handing me a fucking tie? As I scrunch it in my palm, I feel something inside, something flexible but with sharp edges.
I rummage around the inner lining and find a folded up letter.
A letter? That wasn’t in there when I hung up the tie a few weeks ago.
I pull out the letter, open it, and read it, my eyes quickly moving across the page.
Fuck, what am I going to do with Lane?
He looks up at me with watery eyes, tears streaming down his cheeks.
Stepping closer to him I grab him by the throat, forcing him back against the tree. “You weren’t going to leave me?”
“No,” he rasps, shaking his head for emphasis.
“You fucking swear it?”
“Yes, Daddy. I love you. I don’t want to be anywhere you’re not.”
That ball of light in my chest explodes and almost rends me in two it’s so strong. My dick hardens as I look down at his tear-streaked face. I can fuckingseethe love shining through his eyes. And it turns me on more than I’ve ever been in my life.
With frantic hands, I undo the drawstrings on my scrubs and pull my cock out, stuffing it into Lane’s mouth. He gags, but his eyes flutter closed as he grabs onto the backs of my thighs.
Threading my fingers through his hair and gripping it tight, I pull my hips back and snap them forward. I fuck his face with abandon, watching how much Lane craves it, how much he enjoys it.
Fuck, he loves me? How? What did I do to deserve the love of this perfect boy? He knows who I am, hell, he was hunting me. There are no secrets, no barriers between us, and he’s still in love with me.
I toss my head back and groan, pleasure flowing through me as I shove as deep down his throat as I can.
My heart trips over itself when Lane’s hands drift up my chest. When I look down at him, seeing his mouth stretched wide around my dick and his eyes overflowing with his affection for me, I can’t contain my orgasm.
On a roar, I push into his mouth and unload, spraying his fucking tonsils. Lane gags and sputters but keeps his mouth clamped tightly around my dick, swallowing my seed.
I pull him to his feet and kiss him hard, snaking my tongue into his mouth and tasting my release on his tongue. Lane’s hands scramble at my back, and he leaps up and wraps his legs around my waist. My cock is still hard, bumping against his clothed ass.
I maneuver his pants under his ass until his hole is exposed. Snatching my mouth from his, I spit into my hand and stroke it along my cock. I notch my dick up against his hole and push into him.
Lane gasps loudly and wiggles but grips me tightly. I pull him down on my dick, fully seating myself inside him.
“Claim me, Daddy. Please,” he breathes against my lips. He whimpers when I pull out almost to the tip, then shouts when I surge into him.
His back against the trunk of the tree, I hold his waist and fuck him hard. Lane moans, clutching at me as he stares into my eyes. I don’t break the stare as I fuck his tight hole.
“Take my dick like a good boy,” I grunt, holding his hips hard as I tag his prostate.
Lane cries out, tears trailing his cheeks as he digs his fingers into my shoulders. “I’m coming, Daddy.” He tosses his head back as he comes, and I nip and suck at his exposed flesh.
His hole grips my dick and spurs me into my orgasm. I hold him close and push all the way into him, coming deep into his ass.
“Fuck, Daddy,” Lane cries, laying his head on my shoulder as tears wet my shoulder.
“It’s okay, sweet boy,” I comfort him.
“I…I’m sorry. I wasn’t going to leave you. I swear.”
I shush him and pat his back. We both hiss when my soft dick slips out of his ass.
Carefully, I maneuver his pants up and stuff myself into my scrubs, but I don’t release Lane. I keep him close as I walk out of the woods. Lane isn’t light by any means, but there’s no way I’m going to let this man go. I’ll return at some point to remove the yarn I found trailing through the woods.
