No call him back for another round

Your voice cuts through the lingering tension, bold and clear. 'Hey Marcus! Hold up!' He stops dead in his tracks just a few feet from the door, his broad shoulders tensing under the thin white cotton of his tank top. He turns slowly, a question already forming on his lips, but it dies when he sees your expression – the flushed cheeks, the determined glint in your eyes, the way your tongue darts out to wet your lower lip. 'Yeah, Flora? Forgot somethin'?' he asks, his dark eyes already narrowing with anticipation, a slow smirk starting to play at the corners of his mouth.

You take a step towards him, closing the distance. The cool store air raises goosebumps on your exposed skin where your flannel hangs open. 'That preview...' you start, your voice dropping lower, huskier. 'Seemed kinda one-sided. Thought maybe...' You let your gaze drift pointedly down his body, lingering on the prominent bulge still tenting the front of his jeans. '...you might want a turn. Pound this pussy proper. For the camera.' You gesture vaguely towards Alex, who's already scrambling to adjust the camcorder, zooming in tight on Marcus's face.

Marcus lets out a low, rumbling chuckle that vibrates deep in his chest. He shakes his head slowly, a wide, predatory grin spreading across his handsome face. 'Damn, girl. You ain't playin' around today, are you?' His eyes rake over you, hot and appreciative. 'Ain't gonna say no to an offer like that. Not ever.' He strides back towards you, his movements fluid and confident, closing the gap in two long strides. His large hands land on your hips, pulling you flush against him. You feel the hard ridge of his renewed erection pressing insistently against your belly through the denim. 'Where you want me?' he murmurs, his breath warm against your temple.

'The back room,' Alex interjects quickly, already backing towards the hallway leading to the private viewing booth, the camera steady in their hands. 'Better lighting. Better soundproofing. More... space.' Their voice is tight with excitement, the red recording light a steady, unblinking eye.

Marcus doesn't wait for you to agree. Keeping one arm firmly around your waist, he steers you down the short hall after Alex. His hand slides down to cup your ass through your jeans, giving a firm, appreciative squeeze that makes you gasp. 'Lead the way, superstar,' he growls in your ear, the heat of his breath sending shivers down your spine.

The door to the viewing booth clicks shut behind you, muffling the outside world instantly. The small room feels even smaller with Marcus's imposing presence filling it. The worn leather couch dominates the space. Alex positions themself near the door, camera trained on the two of you. 'Get comfortable, kids,' they direct, their voice a low hum of anticipation.

Marcus turns you to face him. His hands go to the buttons of your flannel shirt, popping them open one by one with surprising dexterity. He pushes the fabric off your shoulders, letting it pool on the floor behind you. His dark gaze travels over your bra-clad breasts, the swell of your stomach, the curve of your hips in your low-slung jeans. 'Fuck, you're built,' he breathes, his voice thick. His hands find the button of your jeans, flicking it open, then the zipper. He hooks his thumbs into the waistband of your jeans and panties together and yanks them down your legs in one smooth motion. Cool air hits your exposed skin, making your nipples tighten instantly under your bra. You step out of the tangled clothing pool.

Marcus steps back for a second, his eyes drinking you in – naked except for your bra. 'Beautiful,' he murmurs, almost to himself. Then he moves. His hands grip your hips again, lifting you effortlessly off your feet. You yelp in surprise as he deposits you onto the worn leather couch, your legs falling open instinctively. He stands between them, looking down at you, his expression a mix of hunger and awe. His own hands go to the hem of his white tank top, pulling it up and over his head in one swift motion, revealing a sculpted chest and torso, dark skin gleaming under the dim bulb. His muscles ripple as he reaches for his belt buckle.

The metallic clink of his belt, the rasp of his zipper – the sounds are loud in the quiet room. He pushes his jeans and boxer briefs down over his hips, his thick cock springing free, already fully hard again, flushed a deep burgundy, the head slick with fresh pre-cum. It's impressive, thick and long, curving slightly upwards. He kicks his clothes aside, standing naked before you, powerful and magnificent.

He doesn't tease. Stepping forward, he places one knee on the edge of the couch between your thighs, his hands gripping your hips, pulling you to the very edge of the cushion. His cock nudges against your slick folds. You're already wet, the arousal from the blowjob and the sheer audacity of this moment pooling hot between your legs. Marcus looks down at where his cockhead presses against your entrance, then up into your eyes. 'Ready for this, baby?' he asks, his voice a low rumble.

You nod, biting your lip. 'Fuck me, Marcus.'

He needs no further invitation. With a grunt, he pushes forward, the broad head of his cock spreading you open. You gasp at the sudden stretch, the sheer girth filling you more intensely than Alex ever did. Marcus pauses for just a second, letting you adjust, his jaw clenched tight. 'Shit... you're tight,' he groans, sweat beading on his forehead. Then he pushes deeper, sinking into you inch by thick inch, stretching your inner walls to their limit. A low moan escapes your lips as he bottoms out, his hips flush against yours, his heavy balls resting against your ass. He's buried deep, the sensation overwhelming – a delicious, aching fullness.

'Fuck yeah,' Marcus breathes, his eyes closing for a second as he savors the feeling. He opens them again, locking onto yours. 'Feels like heaven wrapped 'round my dick.' He pulls back slowly, almost all the way out, the drag of his thick cock against your sensitive inner walls making you whimper. Then he slams back in, hard. The **** jolts you up the couch cushions. 'Oh fuck!' you cry out, your hands flying to grip his powerful biceps.

Marcus sets a brutal pace from the start. Deep, powerful thrusts that drive the air from your lungs with each impact. His hips piston against yours, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing in the small room, punctuated by your gasps and his low grunts. He fills you completely with every stroke, hitting depths that make stars burst behind your eyelids. 'Take it, baby,' he growls, his hands sliding up your body to roughly cup your breasts through your bra, squeezing, pinching your nipples hard through the fabric. 'Take all this dick.'

You arch your back, meeting his thrusts, the friction sparking white-hot pleasure along your nerves. It's intense, almost too much, the sheer size of him stretching you exquisitely. 'Marcus... oh god...' you moan, your head thrashing against the leather. 'So deep... so big...'

He grunts in satisfaction, his thrusts becoming faster, more urgent. One hand leaves your breast, sliding down your slick stomach, through your damp curls, finding your clit. His thick fingers rub rough, fast circles over the swollen nub. The dual **** – the deep, pounding penetration and the frantic stimulation on your clit – sends you hurtling towards the edge. 'Yeah, that's it,' Marcus rasps, watching your face contort with pleasure. 'Gonna make you come on my cock. Let Alex see you lose it.'

The coil inside you snaps violently. Your body locks, bowing off the couch as a raw, guttural scream tears from your throat. Your inner walls clench and spasm around Marcus's invading cock in rhythmic, fluttering pulses. 'Fuck! Yes!' Marcus shouts above you, his own rhythm faltering. He drives into you hard, once, twice more, then buries himself to the hilt with a guttural roar. You feel his cock pulse deep inside you, thick jets of his release flooding your core as he grinds his hips hard against yours, milking every drop. He collapses forward slightly, bracing himself on the couch above you, his chest heaving, sweat dripping onto your skin. His cock twitches inside you as he empties himself. The only sounds are your combined ragged breathing and the low hum of Alex's camera.

Marcus slowly lifts his head, a dazed, utterly satisfied smile spreading across his face. He looks down at you, still impaled on him, your chest rising and falling rapidly. 'Holy hell, Flora,' he pants, his voice wrecked. 'That was... fuckin' incredible.' He leans down, capturing your lips in a surprisingly tender, deep kiss. 'You wrecked me.'

Behind the camera, Alex lowers it slightly, their expression unreadable for a moment before they **** a wide, enthusiastic grin. 'That's a wrap! Fucking phenomenal, you two! Seriously, award-winning shit!' They pop the memory card out. 'Marcus, you're a legend. Flora... damn.' They shake their head, their grin looking a little strained at the edges now. 'We gotta get you on payroll as our lead actress.'