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? Iknowhe needs to come. Hell, so do I. But maybe he’s too much of a professional to let it happen on camera?