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Angel lets out a whimper that shatters the quiet. I kiss him. Like my fucking life depends on it. I nip and lick. I’m gentle, but persistent, working my way into his mouth.

Angel kisses me back. Not quite as eagerly. But when I lick along the seams of his lips, he opens for me and his tongue reaches out tentatively. When it meets mine, he shudders from head to toe.

Fuck. I want to climb on top of him right now and explore every inch of his mouth with my tongue, video be damned. But I pull away instead. I’m supposed to be the professional here. I can’t let myself get carried away.

“Whew! At least we won’t need to worry about your chemistry,” Sebastian teases.

We move to the kitchen where the first part of the scene plays out. Sebastian walks us through the blocking and we recite our lines a few times before the camera starts rolling.

Angel pretends he’s packing up his tools when I come in wearing my lacy panties and matching lace teddy. My short, silk robe is open and hanging off one shoulder.

“Where are you going? The kitchen’s not finished yet,” I say, acting confused.

“You haven’t paid my last two invoices.” Angel sounds a little stilted, but that’s okay. We’re not going for Oscar-worthy performances here. “I’m not doing any more work until you pay me.”

“But… but…” I clutch the two sides of my robe together, lifting up my bare shoulder as I feign distress. “I don’t have any money!”

Angel shrugs. “Then I’ll have to leave your kitchen unfinished.”

I let my jaw hang open for a moment before turning on the seduction. “I don’t have any money. But there are other ways I could pay you.”

I step toward Angel and reach out to draw a single finger down his front. The tip of my finger runs over the swell of his belly and down to his belt, then farther still to the impressive bulge in his jeans.

“I… I…” His voice is breathy and his hands are curled into fists by his sides. “I’m not gay.”

Angel’s protest is weak, and he looks so flustered that I’m having a hard time remembering that this is all an act. The real Angel isn’t actually turned on by the prospect of sexual favors as payment. The real Angel isn’t actually trembling because he wants my mouth on his cock. This is all fake. Make-believe. Pretend.

“You don’t have to be gay,” I say, hooking my finger into a belt loop and tugging him closer. “Just close your eyes. You won’t notice a difference at all.”

Then I drop to my knees, and even though I told Angel to close his eyes, his gaze follows me down. I bite my lip, peer up at him through my lashes, and quickly undo the button on his jeans.

He shudders as I pull the zipper down and reveal the tighty-whities underneath. My cock throbs in my panties as I stare at the soft, white cotton straining over Angel’s monster dick. So fucking innocent. So fucking pure.

I know Sebastian asked him to wear plain white briefs. Angel probably doesn’t wear underwear like this in real life. But the line between the character in this scene and the actual man from my old neighborhood is getting dangerously blurred.

I hook my fingers under the elastic waistband of Angel’s tighty-whities and pull them down. The sight that greets me makes my mouth water.

Angel’s dick is hard, with thick, juicy veins. A drop of pre-cum runs down his length. He isn’t very long, but he’s oh-so girthy. He’s going to stretch me beyond belief and my hole clenches in anticipation.

I grip him at the base and Angel lets out a soft whine. When I glance up, his eyes are squeezed shut, his teeth are clamped around his bottom lip, and his chest is rising and falling with each frantic breath. He looks like he’s right on the edge, like he’s about to blow if I so much as give him a lick.

I break character and squeeze his thigh. “Hey, Angel?”

His eyes fly open, darting around the room before landing on me.

“Do you want to wear a cock ring?” I ask. There’s always several in the boxes of supplies Sebastian brings on set.

Angel blinks at me like he doesn’t know what I’m talking about.

“It’ll help you last longer. You know, take the edge off.”

Behind the camera, Christian hands something to Sebastian who holds it out to me. It’s an adjustable cock ring made up of a length of elastic folded over on itself. A bead threaded through the ends controls how loose or tight it is around the cock.

Angel glances from me to the ring and back. He nods jerkily and I take the ring from Sebastian. Since Angel’s already so hard, the adjustable ring makes it easier and safer for me to put it on him. I slip it over the tip of Angel’s cock and slide it down to the base. Then I tuck it behind his balls and carefully adjust the bead so it’s snug.

“How does that feel?” I ask, running my hand up and down his thigh to soothe him.

Angel nods. “Good,” he croaks. “Better.”

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