Bite Harder

Elena cornered Marcus by the elevator after the late meeting, her sharp eyes daring him to look away. "You really thought that presentation would impress me? I saw you watching my ass instead of the slides." Marcus grinned, leaning in. "Guilty. But your pitch had me hard before you even started talking numbers."

"Flattery and a hard cock? Bold move," she shot back, pressing closer so her breath grazed his ear. "I want more than words tonight. Think you can keep up without sweating through that suit?" He laughed, witty and low. "Only if you promise not to bite too soon."

They barely made it to his apartment before clothes hit the floor. Elena shoved him onto the couch, straddling his lap with a wicked smile. "Horny already? Good. I want to feel that cock throbbing before I decide what to do with it." Marcus groaned as her hand wrapped around him. "You're dripping wet already—pussy's calling the shots, isn't it?"

She answered by taking him in her mouth for a quick, teasing blowjob, tongue swirling until he was panting and gripping her hair. "Fuck, Elena, your mouth is lethal." Pulling back, she climbed on, guiding his hard length into her slick pussy with a gasp. "Bite me," she demanded, riding him hard. "I want to be able to taste your teeth on my lips as you bite harder."

Marcus obliged, teeth sinking into her lower lip as their bodies slammed together, her ass slapping against his thighs. Sweat slicked their skin while she ground down, wet and dripping around him. "That's it—harder," she panted, strong thighs controlling every thrust. "Don't you dare come until I say."

He flipped her only for her to pin him again, both of them chasing release until she came with a cry, clenching tight, and he followed, cum spilling deep as they trembled. Panting, Elena traced his jaw. "Round one was fun, but next time I want your teeth to leave marks that last."

She slid off with a smirk, already plotting how much further this game could go.