Page 138 of Due Diligence

Turning to face him as best as I could, I looked into his eyes just as his fingers reached my asshole. I gasped as I nodded. “I do know.”

“You do?” His fingertip was massaging my bud, making tender circles over the entrance. My body tensed involuntarily each time he dipped into me. That shock quickly subsided as I eased into his skilled touch.

“I get you,” I answered, my voice bright with lust as I relaxed deeper into his caress. “I get you because I feel the same way.”

He brought his other hand up to my ass and held my cheek up, giving himself easier access as he continued to massage me.

“Keep doing that,” I guided, allowing myself to close my eyes. I sighed and cooed at the same time when he dipped his index finger inside of me all the way to his knuckle. “Keep playing with me like that. Stretch me.”

“You want me to put it in your ass so badly,” he whispered. I shivered at his words. “You’re filthy, my love. I can’t believe how filthy you are.”

“Yes you can,” I responded, groaning as he dipped that fingertip into me again. “You made me this way.”

Behind me, I heard him intake a sharp breath. He loved that idea; he loved the idea that sex had never been good until he came along.

It was a fact though. It was a simple matter of fact.

Marcus continued this slow preparation, alternating between massaging me gently and venturing with the tip of his finger. He added lube to the mix and began to penetrate me deeper, bringing his finger all the way up to the second knuckle. I wouldhave given anything to see it—to see his fingers working in and out of my ass. I imagined those fingers that had pleasured me countless times, disappearing into my most intimate part. He was right—it was so filthy.

As he worked me, I reached back and took a hold of his cock. It was warm in my hand, pulsing as I positioned it at the entrance to my pussy. Momentarily, he hesitated. I could guess what he was thinking—was I backing out (literally) of letting him in my ass?

“Just until I’m ready,” I cooed as I continued to rub his cockhead against my pussy. “Please, Marcus. It’s the only way I’ll be able to take it all.”

“Why didn’t you say so earlier?” he asked. “You know I’ll always give you what you need.”

I let out an expletive as he swiftly pressed his cock into me, starting off a languid anddivineseries of strokes. The sudden shift from empty to full had me clawing at the sheets. I was filled with him—with the feeling of his cock in my pussy and his fingers in my ass. The only thing missing was something in my mouth. He sensed this the same moment that I did and brought up his hand to tug on my hair. My lips collided with his in a searing, gasping kiss.

He was fucking me, finally, and it was rough and it was carnal and it was perfect. It was the first time he had ever been bare inside of me, no protection. It was the first time any guy had done that, and I marveled at the heat of his member. We were joined—connected in unprecedented ways.

I lowered my hand down to my clit and began to stroke, my body jolting with pleasure at that first contact. He pulled away from my mouth so he could look over my shoulder.

“That’s it,” he whispered into my ear. “Look at you playing with yourself. You’re so hungry for sex. You can’t get enough.”

“I can’t,” I admitted, smiling as I felt the early stages of my orgasm beginning to simmer.

“Insatiable,” he continued. He brought my earlobe between his teeth and gave it a hard suck. “A cock in your pussy and my two fingers in your ass, and that’s still not enough?”

“More,” I pleaded as he began to quicken his pace, fucking me outright. “I want more.”

He released my earlobe from his lips and pulled back—all the way out of me. I was on the verge of whirling around and demanding an explanation when he rubbed his cock against the ring of my asshole. I paused, wondering if he would give me all of him. As soon as his cock pushed into my opening, I realized how stupid it was for me to ever doubt him.

Marcus worked his cock into me, pushing in a fraction of an inch each time. It was decadent sweetness in such a dark act, but that was Marcus—that rare mix of dark and sweet all at once. I groaned with the feeling of my body stretching around him, slowly accepting him into me. When he finally worked through my tight ring, he paused with the head of his cock penetrating me.

“You feel so good,” he murmured, his voice already straining. He leaned forward and kissed my shoulder, which quickly evolved into a soft bite when I wiggled back to take in more of him.

“Please. I want more.”

“More?” he questioned. He was teasing me. He knew I needed more—he knew I could take more.

I flexed my muscles, urging my body to adjust to him. The deep burn was melting into something more—something taboo and heated—something I loved.

“Give me it all,” I whispered, leaning my head back over my shoulder. “I want all of you.”

“You’ve always had me,” he responded as he slowly pushed his cock all the way into me.

We both stilled. I marveled at the fullness of it all—and at the way his hands immediately began to caress me. He rubbed over my curves and hefted my breast, delivering a soft touch wherever he saw skin. His hands were loving but possessive at the same time. He was taking note of his territory—memorizing the hills and plains on the body of the woman he loved.

I sighed out and nodded, running my hands over his. We were working in tandem, caressing me together—caressing him.

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