Page 105 of Due Diligence

“Apparently I’m directing my first sex tape,” I commented. I held up my phone. “And you’re sure?”

Without a word, Cass took my phone and turned the camera on me. “It’s recording,” she announced, holding up the phone between us. She brought it closer to my face. “Marcus, tell me how hard you’re going to fuck me tonight.”

“Who says I’m fucking you?” I asked, faking a frown. “You think you can just show up whenever you want, asking me for sex?”

Cass laughed and handed me the phone. I switched the back camera so it was focused on her face, and that was when it truly dawned on me—she was letting me film her completely topless.

Scratch that. She was going to let me film her completely nude. As soon as the camera was on her, she hopped off my lap and stood in front of me, shimmying her jeans down her shapely legs. Denim passed over her soft hips and over her knees. I let out a groan as her tan skin came into view. Then I feasted on the sight of her body—this body I was allowed to touch and kiss and hold and feel however and whenever I wanted to. This body distracted me day in and day out. It captivated every part of me, at the best and the worst possible times. But most importantly, this body belonged to the woman who mattered more to me than any other. This body was nothing short of priceless.

“You’re definitely going to fuck me,” she replied, winking once at the camera. “How could you not?”

She was right, of course. I had zero power to resist her. She could have asked me to give her every share of my Libra stock at that moment, and my response would have been,When? I’m sorry I didn’t think to do that sooner.

“You know what it’s going to take,” I said, staring at her image on the screen of my phone. I couldn’t suppress a grin as she brought her hands up to her breasts and began to massage them slowly, hefting their weight in her hands. Her fingers circled her nipples, gently tweaking her piercings. In just a few minutes, I would have my mouth on those nipples—and that thought never got old.

“You want me to say it?” she asked as she continued to touch her own body, showing me how sensitive she was tonight. A sigh passed over her lips and it quickly shifted into a moan as she gripped her breasts, letting her nipples poke through the gaps between her fingers.

I nodded—and that nod held the overwhelming responsibility of telling her I wanted everything from her. I wanted her words and her body and her brain. All of it.

“You fuck me better than anyone else does. So much better, Marcus.” She took a step closer to me, close enough that I could reach out and touch her. The temptation of that alone quickly outweighed the allure of filming her.

“That was perfect.” I turned and placed my phone against the pillow by the armrest. This way, we were still visible when I flipped the camera around.

I motioned for her to come to me.

Cass climbed back onto my lap, looking to her left where my phone showed us both on the screen. I had to admit, the sight was surreal and downright illicit—and I loved it. It was the first opportunity I’d ever had to look at the two of us together. My hands gripped her thighs, pressing into her skin. My fingertips indented the surface of her flesh and highlighted how supple her body was.

Mine.

It was the closest I’d ever been to being on the outside looking in on myself, andfuckmy confidence had never been higher. Cass was unflappable and dizzying and quiet and loud, and she was stunning and reckless and brilliant and illegible, and she was a million other things, but the best thing was that she was here. She was in my arms.

She leaned forward and she let her long hair cascade onto my chest. “That looks so good,” she whispered as she kissed me. She sucked my lower lip into her mouth and moaned softly. “So, so good.”

My mouth opened to invite in her tongue. When our tongues twined together, I let out a groan, whispering her name. That seemed to light a fire of need in her, and she rocked her hipsagainst me, grinding her bare pussy onto my pants. Her hips moved back and forth, coaxing me to harden under her body.

“Needy,” I whispered. I bit down gently on her plump lower lip. “You can’t wait for my cock.”

I tightened my hands on each of her thighs, spreading her legs wider. Her pussy lips opened against me, increasing that decadent contact around my erection. She shuddered when I fixed my hand on her lower back, urging her to grind harder. Her swollen lips rubbed over me, dampening the fabric because she was so ready for me—readier than she had ever been.

“I want it inside me,” she panted, making no attempts to obscure the desperation in her voice. She pulled her mouth away from mine and pressed her forehead against mine. “Don’t make me wait.”

“Take it out then.” I brought my hand from her thigh to her nipple. I wrapped my fingertips around it, pinching her piercing and her hard bud. She shuddered at first and then groaned loudly as the pain melted into pleasure. My dick surged at the thought of taking her roughly—at the thought of seeing just how much we could give and take from each other. “If you’re going to be greedy, you’re going to have to work for it.”

Cass’s hands immediately got to work on my button and my zipper. Within seconds, she tugged my hard cock over the band of my boxer briefs. She wrapped both hands around it, and her eyes focused on it as she gave me a few initial strokes. Her skin was soft against me, velvet against stone. I muttered out a few expletives before I leaned forward to take her mouth again.

Her grip tightened around my cock, jerking it faster before I brought a hand up to stop her. Surprised, her eyes met mine with alarm.

“Slow down, gorgeous,” I cautioned, authority creeping its way into my tone. “You’re not ready yet.”

“I’m so ready,” she protested.

Swiftly, I scooped her against me as I stood. Gasping with surprise, Cass clung to me with her arms looped over my shoulders. I dropped her back on the couch, putting her in the spot where I was just sitting.

“No complaints,” I warned as I lowered to my knees in front of her. “Seriously. I don’t fuck women who whine at me—even if they are asking me for my dick.”

Frustration shifted to anticipation as she watched me kneel. Her eyes lit up when she realized what I had in mind. “No complaints here.”

“Play with your tits,” I instructed as I placed my hands on her knees. “I mean it. If you stop, I stop—and then it’s going to take me longer to fuck you.”

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