takes the camera out, and snaps a picture of my face as I come. He captures me in such a vulnerable moment, I want to scream at him, but when he dumps the camera on the quilt next to us and looks down, I let it go. He doesn’t look smug or happy or offhanded about it. He looks…tortured. “Rory.” “Hmm?” “I made you come.” I blink, looking down at my wrinkled corduroys pushed halfway down my thighs. “And you’re going to make me come now,” he says. “Hopefully after I put my dick inside you. Feck, I can’t stop staring at you. You’re beautiful.” He unbuckles his belt, lowers his pants, flips his
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