Page 87 of Due Diligence

“Good.” He released me. “Hands behind your back.”

I paused, wondering if I heard him correctly.

“I’m not going to wait,” he said as he climbed off the bed. “Either you do it, or I do it for you.”

Slowly, I brought one arm and then the other behind my back. Marcus came up behind me and ran his hand along my spine.

“That’s my girl,” he murmured. “She does exactly what I tell her to do.”

I felt him situate himself at my entrance, his cock pushing against me. I was so ready for him—so ready to feel him spear me on his cock again. I had been fantasizing about this for days, counting down the hours to this weekend when he would fuck me again.

“Ask for it,” he grunted.

I didn’t hesitate. “Put your cock in me.”

“Say please.”

“Please, Marcus, put your cock in me. I need you to fuck me. Please.”

“Much better,” he said just as he fully sheathed himself inside of me.

I groaned, lowering my face into the bedspread as his length spread me. He felt big—too big—at this angle. I felt his hands on my wrists, stacking them. He gripped them with one hand and pulled me up, elevating me off the bed once more.

His other hand rested flat on my stomach, stabilizing me. Tentatively, he started to move in me—his motions slow and deliberate, like he was making sure I could take it.

“So good,” I murmured, assuring him. “You feel so good in me.”

His hand began to roam my body, pinching my nipples and making them ache. As he explored me, I could feel him increasing his pace. He pulled back and rolled his hips, pushing them into me harder each time.

“More,” I said, wanting to feel him deep in me.

“More?” he confirmed, squeezing my nipple at the same time. “You’re not the one paying.”

“I need it.”

“I don’t care,” he hissed as he started to thrust. His grip tightened on my wrists. “You’re just a transaction for me. I could pay thousands of women like you. You think I have to give you more?”

“Please,” I begged, wondering how it could feel so good to be penetrated like this. “I want more of you.”

“You had your chance.” He was plowing hard into me, like he had never done before. His thick cock rammed inside me, sending me towards the edge.

Marcus released my hands and I tumbled forward, catching myself on the lush bedspread. His hands went to my waist, pulling me back against his cock.

“You could have been mine,” he was saying. “Now you have to come when I want, how I want, and you don’t get to ask.”

I was nearly frantic, clawing at the duvet as he thrusted into me powerfully, relentlessly.

He curled his hand around my neck and pulled me upwards. His other arm wrapped around me, grasping at my curves. I was kneeling in front of him now, trusting him completely to hold my body up and to keep me from falling.

He lowered his hand down to my clit and began to strum it. My weakness. I cried out, unable to hold back anymore.

“Is that enough, Cass?” He thrusted harder. “Is that enough of me?”

“Yes, Marcus!” I brought my hand over my shoulder and grabbed a handful of his hair, yanking his head close to mine. He kissed me. He let me pull on his hair, probably so hard that it was painful for him. He didn’t stop.

The power of my orgasm caught me off guard. My ears started ringing as the burst of pleasure exploded right in my core. I wasscreaming—complimenting him endlessly even though I wasn’t supposed to.

“Fuck yes,” he groaned, his hand working my clit. “Come on me, Cass. Give me your body. Give everything to me.”

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