Elena Voss slammed the door to the penthouse suite, her heels clicking like gunfire on marble. Marcus Kane leaned against the bar, whiskey in hand, that infuriating smirk playing on his lips. "You called this meeting to negotiate, Voss? Or just to watch me win again?"
"Win?" Elena laughed, sharp and low, circling him like a predator. "Your last merger was a joke, Kane. I dismantled it before breakfast. But tonight? I'm offering terms you can't refuse." She stepped closer, her breath hot against his ear. "I'm horny as hell, and your cock looks hard enough to handle it."
Marcus raised an eyebrow, setting down his glass. "Witty as ever. Most women beg. You demand. What's the catch?"
"No catch," she purred, shoving him back onto the couch. Her hands worked his belt with precision. "Just a blowjob to seal the deal. Then we'll see about that tight ass of yours." She freed his throbbing length, stroking it firmly. "Look at this cock—already dripping for me."
"Fuck, Elena," he groaned, but she silenced him with a glare. "Panting already? Pathetic. I'm the one in control here." She knelt, taking him into her mouth with expert rhythm, tongue swirling as he grew harder. Sweat beaded on his brow while she worked, her own pussy wet and dripping with anticipation.
"God, that feels—" Marcus tried, but Elena pulled back, eyes blazing. "Save the compliments. I'm not submissive, remember?" She resumed, faster now, until he came with a shudder, cum spilling hot across her lips. She licked it clean, standing tall. "Round one to me. Ready for the real explosion?"
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