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Rock Reclaimed (Rock Revenge Trilogy 2)

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She peeked over the camera at me and pushed down my head. I laughed soundly until her directional gesture put me right where I’d been aimed. Eyes wide open and on hers, I flicked my tongue against her. Teasingly. Playfully. Sliding down her seam, I did it again and again. Never landing long enough for her to settle in. She kicked out at me, but I retaliated by pushing her legs wider until her skirt was little more than a belt.

Then I feasted.

At first, I heard the clicks. She pushed at my hair, lifting it, still trying to get her shots. I doubled down, letting my eyes slide closed while her sweetness coated my lips and tongue. Not enough. She wasn’t shaking yet.

I gripped her thigh and shoved it up so she could brace her heel on the couch, and the clicks stuttered. One of my fingers circled her clit, as light as air, and I slid my tongue lower, dragging it over her until she stopped arranging my hair and drove her hand in it instead. The clicks ceased and she pushed the camera aside to use her other hand as well, cupping my head to direct me where she needed me most.

But the weeks together had already taught me well. I kept up the pressure on her clit while I slipped a finger inside, then two, licking between them. Tasting her with every breath.

She tried to back up against the couch, to wiggle away. I clamped my arm over her stomach and pinned her down, burying my face between her shaking legs. I didn’t use my fingers now. Just lips and tongue and teeth. Sweeping upward again, I clasped her clit and sucked, closing my eyes again on the music of her moan and the wild shudder of her hips.

Her sounds hadn’t stopped when I rose above her and covered her mouth with my own. She grasped my face in both hands, kissing me back hungrily as she wound her legs around my hips. I thrust against her over and over, nearly tearing through the fabric between us until she

wrenched away with a gasp and shoved her hand into my pants.

She grabbed hold of me and rubbed her thumb over the crown, collecting the wetness there, and withdrew her hand. Rather than licking it off herself, she smeared her thumb over my lower lip before leaning up to draw it between her teeth. Madness glowed in her witchy golden eyes, and I couldn’t stop the growl that left my chest.

She was mine. All mine.

I was halfway down to taste her pussy again when she dragged me back up. “You better fuck me, Kagan, before I have to take care of things myself.”

“Is that so?” I yanked down the other lace cup of her bra so that both breasts spilled free. Nipping one, I cupped the other in my palm. So warm and perfect. “You better get that camera out of the way. I need room to move.”

“That so?” The challenge in her eyes lasted until I gripped her hip and started to hoist her toward the arm of the sofa. She hurried to shift the camera to the floor while I busied myself removing the shirt still hanging off her shoulders and her bra and skirt.

Only fully naked would do.

I made room for myself between her legs and looked down at her, naked and hot and spread open for me. I made a gimme gesture for the camera again and she licked her lips, hesitating for just a fraction of a second before she pressed it into my hands.

Swallowing hard, I made myself ease back and adjust my angle. My dick was harder than the beams that framed the studio, but I wanted this picture. Needed it. I’d blow it up and put it on my fucking ceiling once I had an actual house. With a padlock on the door so no one could see her but me.

Always only me.

“Undo your hair,” I murmured. “Fan it out on the arm of the couch.”

Her lips twisted at my choice of words before she complied. She pushed the hairband on her wrist and worked her fingers through her hair, draping it around her shoulders and behind her. “I’m not used to being on the other end of the lens. Naked to your fully clothed.” She nodded at me, but she didn’t need to remind me. My pants were molded to my skin so tightly, I could scarcely draw a breath.

“You’re beautiful naked. Beautiful always. Lift them for me.” I brushed the back of my hand over her breasts and she slipped her hands beneath them, caging her nipples between her fingers as I retreated behind the camera to capture the moment.

“You’re beautiful naked too. You could give me a show too, you know.” She was breathless, and knowing she was turning herself on by touching her breasts only made me hunger for her more.

I took my pictures, shifting this way and that to get all the angles, making her laugh as I zoomed in close and drew back. Once I was satisfied I’d done my subject justice, I passed the camera back to her and reached behind my head to remove my shirt. Her swift intake of breath did me a world of good, since I was thinner than I’d been in some time.

Starving myself and still had no hope of paying my debts.

And I wasn’t going to think of that now. Not here, with her. She was my only focus.

My world, already.

She held the camera, but she didn’t photograph me. Just studied me with eyes that smoldered as I undid my pants and rose to take them and my boots off.

I couldn’t go for half measures with her. Only skin to skin would do.

It was only then that I realized I didn’t have rubbers with me.

“Bugger me.” I cupped my cock as if holding it could help me think, and that was when she took her picture. I scowled at her and she laughed, hitting the button again and again. “I don’t have any protection with me. There, now, still find that so funny?”

She rose fluidly and walked to her camera bag, pressing her camera into my belly as she passed. I hit the button when she bent, because her ass was particularly fine. I wouldn’t let a moment’s irritation keep me from capturing its heart-shaped perfection.



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