Page 6 of Insatiable Park Avenue Prince

Rafferty glanced over his shoulder, then turned a sly smile my way. “Since I feelsoterrible about the mix-up and all, would you like to stay and watch? See a little of what we do here?”

Stay and watch? Watch what, exactly?

I knew what they had originally planned, but now that my ass was off the table, what exactly would Sin be doing? I assumed himself—his fist, that was—though with a dick that long, he probably could actually fuck himself if he wanted to.

“Donovan?”

“Huh?”

“Would you like to stay?”

I looked back over to the bed, where the sun was streaming through the grimy windows and dancing over Sin’s ripped body. He’d taken the hair tie off after his oil job, and as the light caught on his golden hair and scruff-covered jaw line, every other thought other than staying disappeared.

When I found myself nodding, Rafferty turned back to the crew. “All right, let’s get this started. Not sure where your scene partner is, but we can’t waste any more daylight, so Sin, you’re riding solo for this one. You good with that?”

Sin’s eyes met mine, and he smirked. “I can handle it.”

Fuck me, I knew he would. My palms were sweating as I stood there while everyone got into position and Anita handed Sin a bottle of lube.

A few seconds later, I heard Rafferty say, “Action,” and all that sexual tension Sin had been aiming my way was focused directly on the camera. He didn’t say a word as he ran his fingers through his hair and then slowly let them trail down his neck. Further down they went, over the broad, tanned muscles of his chest. He was putting a spotlight on his hot body, teasing and showing me just what I was missing out on.

Hell, I was tempted to say fuck it and join him. My dick punched against the confines of my briefs, probably wanting to strangle me for turning down one of the sexiest men I’d ever seen in my life. I almost didn’t care that there was a team of people around that would be watching—that sounded damn hot too—but I held myself back for one reason, and one reason only.

As much as I enjoyed watching it, the porn industry didn’t exactly work well with a professional model of my stature. It was a surefire way to ruin my career, and I hadn’t spent years networking and building it up to throw it all away on a few hot minutes in front of a different camera.

Sin’s hands kept moving, one pinching the pebbled tip of his nipple while the other caressed the dark, trimmed hair above his cock. I would’ve called him a tease if it wasn’t for the way it hardened and grew by the second, lengthening to a massive size—and that was before he’d even put his hands on himself.

Fuck, I knew the guy was big, but as he poured some lube into his palm and started to work himself over, I had to stop my jaw from hitting the floor. Like he could hear the way my heartbeat had kicked up, Sin looked past the camera at me. I couldn’t hide my obvious arousal even if I wanted to. I only wished that it was appropriate to unzip and join him in mutual masturbation that would leave the both of us satisfied, because how was I going to walk out of here after watchingthis?

The sound that came out of Sin as he wrapped his large hand around his even bigger dick was a mix between a growl and an exhale, so feral that I wondered how it was possible he hadn’t been performing like this for years. He was a natural, his focus bouncing between the camera, his body…and occasionally me.

“I’m so fucking hard for you,” he said, his voice husky and full of sex. He said those words straight to the camera, but he directed them my way, and it was a miracle I didn’t pass out right there.

He gave himself a few rough strokes before moving, rising to his knees and giving the camera a perfect view of his body.

I didn’t know what to look at first. Those penetrating eyes. The hair that fell around his shoulders, a few strands sticking to his neck from the body oil. The absolutely unbelievable cut of his abs, honed to porn star perfection.

Wait, no. That enormous dick was the porn star perfection, long, thick, and plump at the head. Pre-cum glistened at the tip, and I practically salivated, kicking myself yet again for not throwing myself on the bed at his mercy. My ass would’ve begged for his cock to split me in two.

Damn. Just damn.

Sin tightened his fingers around himself then slid his other hand down between his thighs to fondle his balls. When he tipped his head back and groaned, I couldn’t keep my hands off myself.

I reached down and rubbed my palm up against the zipper of my jeans, feeling the denim become increasingly tighter as I watched the one-man show taking place only feet away from me. Sin’s bicep flexed as he began to stroke himself, drawing that tight fist up and down his mammoth length, and the warehouse was so quiet I could hear each slick glide of his hand as he pumped himself over and over again.

Holy. Fuck.

I curled my fingers around myself, trying to bank my desperate need to come. But as I greedily drank in the fuck fantasy kneeling on the bed, he raised his head, our eyes collided, and my grip went from punishing to pleasure.

My hand began to move in time with Sin’s as he pumped his hips forward. He swiped his tongue across his lower lip, that feral sound rumbling up out of him as the glistening pre-cum began to drip in ropy strings to the mattress under him.

He was close, so fucking close, and fuck me, so was I, when—

My ass began to vibrate, and not from anything sexual.

“Oh fuck.” It was my phone.

I reluctantly tore my eyes away from what was possibly the hottest thing I’d ever seen in my life and pulled my phone from my back pocket.

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