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He has to be close to a foot long. And so big around that even using both hands to wrap around his cock, my fingers barely touch.

“You like that, Mr. Parker?” I ask, slowly pumping my hands up and down to spread his natural lubrication around.

He groans in response. I can feel his muscles flexing beneath me, as if he’s trying to hold something back. It makes me wonder what he’d be doing right now if we weren’t on set, being filmed.

“Does this make you want to do naughty things to me?” I ask, stroking him harder.

“You have no idea.” His hands reach down and grab my tits, squeezing them and teasing my nipples.

I can’t handle this right now. I’m going to scream if he keeps touching me like this. It feels too damn good and I’m not a talented enough actress to hide it.

I need to focus on his cock, on getting him off. Because wouldn’t that be the ultimate prank?

I wriggle free of his grip on my breasts and then spin my body around so that I’m straddling his torso, my barely covered ass pointing towards his face.

That gets a response out of him. A low moan, followed by some cursing under his breath. His cock stiffens in my hands.

I’m well aware of the fact that he can probably see my pussy lips since I’m not wearing panties and these shorts are ridiculously short.

Plus I’m so fucking turned on that I’m sure my lips are swollen to twice their normal size.

My clit certainly is. It’s so engorged I feel like it might explode.

And every time I move, my shorts press against it, nearly making me come.

“Jesus, Jenna.” He runs a hand over my ass, letting his fingers wander under my shorts. “This is quite a view.”

His cock is only inches from my face now. I swirl my tongue around the head a few times and then swallow the whole thing between my lips.

God, he tastes good. I don’t have a lot of experience with sucking cock, but the few times I have done it, I didn’t like it much.

It’s different with James though. I love how he’s getting off on it, groaning with every lick of my tongue. There’s a constant stream of pre–cum spewing from the head of his cock, filling my mouth with a delicious salty flavor.

I start to go deeper, his thick cock testing my limits. There’s no way I can handle the whole thing. My jaw is already sore and I only have the first few inches in my mouth.

James starts to thrust his hips, fucking my mouth hard with his big dick. It goes a little further down my throat each time, and soon he’s grunting loudly and picking up the pace.

I drag my tongue along the underside of his cock as he pulls back between thrusts, then give the head a good hard suck before he plunges it down my throat again.

This is a man who desperately needs to get off. His cock is as stiff as a crowbar and pulsing with so much intensity that it almost scares me.

Do bigger cocks pump out more cum? If they do, I’m in trouble. James has to be close to holding the world record for both length and girth. The thing is heavy.

And if my limited experience is worth anything, he’s about to blow.

I should have thought this through a little better. What the hell am I supposed to do now? I definitely don’t want to stop. James is counting on me at this point. I have to follow through on what I’ve started. Have to give him some relief.

But what do I do with all his cum? How can I ensure nobody finds out about this? If word gets out—and in this town, word always gets out—that I gave a real blowjob on camera, I can kiss my career goodbye. The only films I’ll be offered in the future will be pornos.

I guess as long as I swallow his whole load, this will remain our little secret.

No witnesses. Well, nobody who knows what they’re witnessing anyway.

The director, the crew—nobody can find out.

I’ll just have to make sure I don’t have any cum dripping down my chin when I emerge from under the covers.

The bigger issue though, the one I really didn’t think about ahead of time, is what to do about myself.

I’ve never been so horny in my life, and it’s getting harder and harder to hide.

My clit aches, my pussy is drenched, my skin is flushed.

I feel like a crazy person, willing to do almost anything for an orgasm.

I suck harder on James’s cock, pushing the thought of my own orgasm from my mind. I just have to get through this scene. Then I can make a beeline for my trailer and finger myself to oblivion.

Maybe even use that dildo James gave me.

Yeah, that sounds good. Who needs a man when I have a massive dildo to shove up my twat?

Of course, James is a lot bigger than the dildo. And his hands know just how to touch me for maximum effect. And he smells good. And there’s the way he kisses too—so fucking sexy.

But he’s also about to come and a man of his age probably takes a while to recover before he can go again.

Not that it matters. Why the hell am I even thinking about fucking James Grant? He’s totally off–limits, and probably not interested in me anyway.

Besides, I’m a virgin. Even the dildo would be a big stretch for my never–before–penetrated pussy. His massive cock is totally out of the question. The thing would probably destroy me.

James lets out a low groan that almost sounds like a growl. It might just be the sexiest noise I’ve ever heard. It makes me feel tingly all over.

The hand he has on my ass slips lower. He pushes aside the tiny strip I’m wearing over my pussy in lieu of panties, and my breath hitches at the realization that he now has a direct view of the one part of my body no other man has ever seen.

My sopping wet pussy is right in front of his face, just barely concealed beneath the bedsheet covering us.

James uses a finger to trace a path along my length, then slowly circles my clit. I can feel my wetness on his finger as he spreads it around my swollen nub.

He doesn’t stop, just keeps rolling his finger around my clit. Slowly. Gently. Applying just enough pressure to make me go out of my mind, but not enough to make me come.

Fuck, he’s good.

To stifle my moans, I suck harder on his cock, burying it as far down my throat as I can manage. I want to drive him just as wild as he’s driving me.

I back off slightly, using my tongue to massage the head of his cock. It gets a long groan out of him, so I know I’m on the right track. My whole mouth tastes like his pre–cum.

I pump his shaft faster with my hands, keeping my mouth on just the head. It takes a conscious effort to avoid making slurping noises. As much as I want to go all out and give James a really wet, sloppy blowjob, that would totally blow our cover. Fake blowjobs are silent.

Which is a shame, because James seems like the kind of guy who would really like to see me get filthy. Of course, his idea of filthy might be different than mine. This is already the filthiest blowjob I’ve ever given.

With one finger still on my clit, James slides his whole hand under my shorts. Then I feel another finger on me, and this one pushes inside of my wetness. Deeper and deeper until it’s buried up to his knuckles.

Oh. My. God.

My pussy clamps down hard on his finger, my juices leaking out and dripping into the palm of his hand.

I moan all around his cock, unable to control myself. The sound escapes and fills the otherwise silent room.

James’s cock jerks in my hand. The head swells up and pulses against my tongue.

This is it. He’s about to come.

I want to watch, to see the look on his face as his cock explodes in my mouth.

I also want to give him a good view of my tits. And make sure that he’s the only one to come. He already has me so close I don’t trust myself to be able to keep it together if he continues touching me.

So I wiggle my butt around just enough to force James’s hand out of my shorts.

Oh, he likes that. His cock surges in my mouth, giving me a big load of pre–cum.

Eager to taste the real thing, I poke my head out from under the covers. I need to get a read on him before finishing him off. Is he still okay with this?

My tits are pressed against his chest, my hands wrapped tight around his massive erection. James has never looked sexier.

We make eye contact.

His cock jerks wildly in my hands.

“Fuck, Jenna.” His hands find the button on my shorts, then the zipper. A second later he’s yanking them down over my hips. “You’d better stop.”

“But I thought you wanted me to swallow,” I say, stroking his cock slowly with a firm grip.

I’m not sure what he’s thinking right now. If he really wants to stop, then why did he take off my shorts? I know he needs to come. Hell, so do I. But maybe he’s too much of a professional to let it happen on camera?

“You’d really do that?” he asks under his breath.

I give him a small nod. Let me swallow your cum.

“I’ll have to take a rain check then. Because right now the only thing I can think about is sinking my cock deep inside your hot wet little pussy.”

Holy shit. Maybe he’s not so professional after all. That line was definitely not in the script.

Suddenly there are three fingers inside of me and I’m on the verge of orgasm. He plunges them in hard and fast, looking me right in the eye the whole time.

I have to hold my breath and bite my lip to keep myself from screaming.

Just as I’m about to come, James pulls out his fingers and rolls on top of me.

He’s heavy, like one giant slab of muscle.

He consumes all of my senses—the taste of his cock still clings to my tongue, his deeply masculine scent fills my nostrils, his heavy breathing sounds like a wild animal in heat.

And his blue–gray eyes stare into mine with such intense lust that I have to wonder what he plans to do next.

Everything else fades away like a distant memory.

But as much as I feel like I’m stuck in slow–motion, my mind not working quickly enough to fully process what’s happening, just enjoying the moment, James is still moving full speed ahead.