Elena strode into the upscale lounge like she owned the place, her heels clicking with authority. Marcus looked up from his whiskey, flashing a grin. "Hi," he said, raising his glass.
"Hi?" Elena arched a brow, sliding onto the stool beside him. "That's your opening move? I expected sharper wit from the man who supposedly outmaneuvered the board last quarter."
Marcus chuckled, leaning closer. "And I expected less fire from the woman who just crushed the competition. Care to trade barbs over something stronger?"
Their dialogue sparked like flint—witty jabs about power plays and late-night strategies turning into charged glances. By the time they reached her penthouse, the air crackled. Elena pushed him against the door, her voice low and commanding. "Enough talk. Show me if that cock of yours is as hard as your reputation."
She stripped him with deliberate hands, her own clothes following as she stayed in control. "On your knees? No, darling—you're following my lead." Marcus groaned, already hard and throbbing. Elena dropped, taking his cock in her mouth for a teasing blowjob, her tongue swirling until he was panting.
"Fuck, Elena, you're making me so horny," he gasped. She rose, guiding him to the bed, her pussy visibly wet and dripping with anticipation. She straddled him, ass grinding back as she took his length deep. They moved in rhythm, sweating and panting, her strong thighs setting the pace. "Deeper—yes, just like that," she commanded between witty retorts about who was really winning.
Marcus came first with a shudder, cum spilling as she rode him through it, her own release building explosively. The night promised more chapters, but this preview left them both breathless and craving the next round.
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