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Something about that got me so hot my entire body flushed. Silky arousal pooled at my core.
“Next photo, you’re on my cock, Roach,” he practically growled.
“Yes,” I moaned, the countdown flashing up on the screen again. I stood in the cramped space, yanking up my dress and drawing my panties to the side.
Vaughn met me, already hard from our teasing in the elevator. I sank straight down onto him, the camera flashing again.
I no longer cared. Because he was inside me, stretching me perfectly. I leaned against his muscled chest, my back to him, his arms around me. One hand found my nipple, the other reached lower between my legs to stroke my clit.
I dug my heels into the floor, getting some leverage to move on him.
Kian reached outside the booth, leaning his big body around the curtain. And then returning with a small strip of paper.
The photos.
He groaned, staring down at them. Passing the photo strip to me, he undid the zipper on his pants and took out his cock, palming the heavy, hard length. “I’m keeping those.”
I glanced down at the photos and let out a breath. The first was cute. The second was spicy.
The third was downright indecent, me and Vaughn caught right at the moment he entered me, both of us gasping in pleasure, Kian’s gaze hot as he watched from beside us.
If he was keeping these, I wanted another set for myself.
I stood, unentangling myself from Vaughn and hitting the green button again and starting the timer once more.
Kian grinned. “Ah, Rebel’s second trimester horniness. We meet again.” He dragged my dress off to free my bump so he could run his hands all over it. “So fucking sexy.”
The flash went off with his lips against the swollen skin of our growing baby and me staring down at him with love in my eyes.
He pushed to his feet and put his mouth to my ear. “Hold on to the wall on either side of the camera.”
I did as he’d said, and he got between me and Vaughn, Kian’s dick pressing between my legs, searching for my entrance.
The flash went off. I was sure it would be a blurry close-up of my tits and pussy, Kian’s dick rubbing in between my thighs, searching for my entrance.
I didn’t care. I just needed him in me.
I reached behind me, guiding him into place.
He thrust into me hard.
I took every inch of him, already well primed and wet from riding Vaughn’s cock. I loved being fucked from behind, especially when I was pregnant and my belly got in the way.
Kian thrust into me, one hand braced on the wall next to me for balance, the other tenderly holding me, keeping our baby from being crushed into the wall with the force of his thrusts.
He moaned loudly, and when I glanced back, I knew Vaughn had joined in, his dick buried deep in Kian’s ass, the three of us forming a train of pleasure that had light beads of sweat popping up all over my skin.
Flashes kept going off. I didn’t know which of us was bumping against the start button, but I didn’t care the entire thing was being documented. Desire gripped every inch of my body, and the sounds of our thighs slapping filled the booth. My moans were too loud to conceal, and I let them loose, despite knowing the attention they would draw.
I needed to come. The orgasm built slowly inside me, egged on by Kian’s dick hitting my sensitive G-spot over and over again, while I rubbed my clit at just the perfect pace.
His fingers dug into my hips, guiding me up and down, him sandwiched in the middle, connected to both of us so he set the pace. Once we found it, his fingers came up to tweak and squeeze my nipples.
I was so sensitive, every touch of their hands on my body felt like electricity zapping through my muscles. I broke the rhythm, moving faster, angling myself so Kian’s cock slid deep, hitting every pleasure point.
My pussy clenched tight around him, spasming while flashes continued to go off behind my closed eyes. The orgasm caught me tight, spinning my head, blinding me when my eyes flew open and I gasped at the intensity of it.
Kian came with me, a deep guttural groan of pleasure filling the tiny booth. He bit down on my shoulder to muffle his cries.
