The Perfect Pose (13/14)

Tiffany’s breath caught the moment Marquis stepped toward her, the room somehow shrinking with every step he took. He moved with a quiet confidence, his tall frame commanding all of her attention. He walked right up to her, closing the distance without hesitation.

“It’s good to see you again, Tiffany,” Marquis said, his voice low and smooth as he extended his hand. “I’m looking forward to working with you again.”

Tiffany hesitated, cheeks flushing as she reluctantly dropped her trembling hand into his. His grip was firm, steady—but as their hands met, Marquis’s gaze dipped downward, taking in her hard nipples on full display through the sheer mesh of her bodysuit. The cool air of the studio only seemed to make them more pronounced, and Tiffany’s face burned hotter.

“Perfect,” Chloe’s voice cut in cheerfully, her tone light but firm. “Let’s get started, shall we?”

The first few poses seemed harmless enough—Marquis’s hands resting lightly on Tiffany’s hips as she leaned back into his chest. Her nerves simmered just under the surface, her professional mask barely holding together as Chloe’s camera clicked and flashed. Marquis’s body heat soaked through her, and she could feel the steady rise and fall of his chest against her back. Each pose Chloe called out nudged them closer, the space between them narrowing until there was nothing left at all.

Marquis’s breath brushed the curve of Tiffany’s neck as his hands settled more firmly on her waist, fingertips pressing just a little deeper. She stiffened, swallowing hard, but Chloe’s instructions came quick, leaving her no time to argue.

“Good. Now, Tiffany—on your knees in front of Marquis.”

The room went silent. Tiffany froze, the words echoing in her head. Slowly, she turned toward Chloe, hoping she’d misheard.

“Marquis—go ahead and lose the pants and boxers for me,” Chloe said calmly, adjusting her camera lens as though she’d asked for nothing out of the ordinary.

Tiffany’s heart thundered as Marquis’s hands moved to his belt, the soft clink of metal slicing through the silence. “Trust me, sweetie,” Chloe added, her tone firm but reassuring. “Just go with it.”

Tiffany’s legs felt like jelly as she sank slowly to her knees, her breath catching the moment she was met with Marquis’s cock—thick, heavy, and hanging inches from her lips. Her mind whirled in disbelief. Was my dick ever this big? The answer surfaced immediately—not even close.

Without realizing it, she leaned forward, her lips brushing the tip. A sharp breath escaped her, but she didn’t stop. Her mouth slid slowly up the shaft, tasting him, feeling the warmth of his skin against her tongue. Her movements were hesitant at first, her body trembling with nerves, but as Marquis’s quiet groan filled the air, instinct took over.

Before long, she was gliding up and down his length, her lips stretching to accommodate him, the smooth rhythm leaving her lost in the moment. The soft clicks of Chloe’s camera became a distant hum, a forgotten noise as Tiffany’s world narrowed to the weight of Marquis in her mouth and the deep, rumbling praise that escaped his lips.

Marquis’s hands suddenly moved, strong and deliberate, lifting Tiffany effortlessly to her feet. Before she could catch her breath, the sheer mesh of her bodysuit tore with a sharp rip as he stripped it off her small frame. She gasped, but Marquis gave her no time to protest—he sat on the edge of the bed, positioning her right on top of him.

Tiffany’s body trembled as Marquis guided her into place, his hands firmly on her hips. She hesitated for only a moment before lowering herself, the thick tip of his cock pressing against her tight entrance. A soft, involuntary moan escaped her lips as he began to stretch her, inch by inch. She sucked in a sharp breath, her body tensing, but she didn’t stop—she couldn’t.

With one final push, she sank all the way down, taking him fully. Her eyes fluttered shut, rolling back slightly as her body adjusted, the fullness overwhelming her senses. For a moment, she stayed still, her breath coming in shaky gasps.

Then she began to bounce slightly, the movement slow at first as Marquis’s hands gripped her waist, guiding her rhythm. Her breath quickened as she embraced him fully, her chest pressing against his, and before long, their lips met. The kiss was deep, heated, and left her dizzy, all sense of control slipping away.

Chloe’s camera kept clicking, capturing every moment. As she peered through the lens, her expression shifted slightly. She thought to herself that the shoot had gotten a little out of hand—these certainly weren’t the shots her client had requested.

But she was sure there were plenty of people who would appreciate them—for a price, of course, she thought with a sly smile.