Elena leaned against the bar, her sharp eyes locking onto Marcus as he approached with that cocky grin. "You again? Thought you'd learned your lesson after last week's debate," she said, her voice laced with challenge. Marcus chuckled, ordering drinks. "Lesson? I was just getting started. Your arguments were almost as biting as your wit."
They bantered over cocktails, tension crackling like static. "Admit it, you want more than words tonight," Marcus teased. Elena smirked, leaning closer. "Only if you can handle it. I want to be able to taste your teeth on my lips as you bite harder." His eyes darkened, and without another word, they slipped to the back room.
Clothes hit the floor in a rush, her hands exploring his hard cock already throbbing. "Horny much?" she quipped, dropping to her knees for a teasing blowjob that left him panting. "Don't get cocky—I'm in charge here," she warned, strong and unyielding as she stood.
Marcus spun her around, gripping her ass while she guided him inside her wet pussy, dripping with anticipation. They moved in sync, sweating and gasping, his teeth sinking into her lip exactly as she'd demanded. "Harder," she growled, riding him with fierce control.
He came first with a groan, cum spilling as she followed, her body clenching around him in waves of release. They collapsed, panting, the air thick with satisfaction.
Elena traced his jaw, her smile wicked. "Round one was fun, but next time we won't stop at the bar."
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