Blown Opportunities

Lily Starfire pushes through the door without knocking. Mick Blue sits at his desk, the number he just quoted her still hanging in the air. She stares at him, then starts unbuttoning her shirt. He leans back, one brow raised, but his eyes drop the second the fabric parts. Her breasts spill free—big, heavy, the kind a man can’t stop touching once he starts. She walks around the desk, climbs onto his lap, and grinds her ass against the hard line in his trousers. Mick grips her hips, squeezes the soft meat there, and pulls her closer. She slides to her knees, frees his cock, and takes him straight into her throat. No warm-up, no teasing, just the wet, tight slide until her nose brushes his stomach. He grunts, hands in her hair, and watches her cheeks hollow. When he’s slick and throbbing, she stands, turns, and bends over the desk. Mick lines up and pushes straight into her ass. Lily’s low moan shakes the room. He fucks her slow, each thrust dragging every inch through that tight ring. She reaches back, spreads herself, and lets him watch himself disappear. After a few minutes she spins, drops to her knees again, and sucks him clean. Mick’s breath catches at the dirty switch, the taste of her ass on his cock mixed with her spit. She doesn’t stop until he pulses against her tongue. He spills across her tongue and lips. Lily swallows, wipes her mouth, and stands. She buttons up without a word, leaves the contract unsigned on the desk, and walks out. 2023.