Page 106 of Due Diligence

She didn’t waste a beat. Her palms went to the swells of her breasts, working them—massaging them. I kept my eyes on those hands, fixating on them as I began to kiss a slow path along her inner thigh.

“Good job, Cass,” I murmured, watching as she pinched her own nipple. “You’re so horny for me that I knew you’d be a good girl. My good little slut.”

Cass nodded, exhaling out with her lips pursed like she was actively steadying her breath to keep from panting. “I’ll be good for you. Always.”

“I know it’s difficult for you,” I continued. My lips paused right on one of her soft folds, nibbling gently. Her scent hit me. Tangy and heady. It called me to taste her. “I know how bad you can be. I know how bad you like to be—asking me to film you like this. Starring in a sex tape for me.”

She flushed, her eyes heavy with need. She shuddered when I parted her pussy with my thumb, separating her decadent, pink lips. It was so close to my face. To my mouth. She looked so damn sweet, yet so fucking lewd with her legs spread wide open for me.

“You probably couldn’t wait to fuck on camera for me, right?” I asked, my mouth now hovering right above her. I glanced down at her luscious folds. Her needy pussy glistened with her wetness, begging for me to relieve her and coaxing me to finally taste her. “Such a filthy little slut.”

“Please,” she murmured. “I’ll beg if I have to. You know I will.”

“Not tonight.” Slowly, I leaned forward and planted a kiss right on her center. She bucked without warning, like she had been anticipating that contact all evening. “Just keep touching those tits—I’ll handle the rest.”

Cass let out another gasp as my lips wrapped around her clit. I gave it a generous suck just to get her going. She cried out and threw her head back. Her moans reached the ceiling, surrounding us.

“Don’t stop,” she implored, even though I didn’t need her to tell me. I would never stop—not until she was coming.

Her taste was the sweetest thing that had ever been on my lips. She was responsive to my tongue, practically quivering with pleasure as I licked her from her opening to that gorgeous pearl of a clit. I wondered if she would pierce it if I asked her to. I wondered if she would pierce it like she had pierced her beautiful nipples, seeking more ways to heighten her pleasure. For her. For us.

My hand reached up and fixed on one of her breasts. I massaged her globe, gripping her soft skin and wondering how it was possible for any woman to have such an exquisite body. I felt lucky—downright privileged—to touch her. To have my mouth on her pussy, licking her from top to bottom? It was a fucking miracle.

“You taste so good,” I gritted out, not even recognizing my own voice when I spoke. It was thick with lust and heat, transformed with the taste of her. I dipped my tongue into her entrance,reveling in the wetness that awaited me. Her body pulsed, eagerly asking me for more.

I dipped a finger into her, soaking it in her. I felt her contract around me, giving me glimmers of a powerful orgasm to come. That small preview spurred me on. I added another finger, remembering how much she loved the feeling of fullness. I would fill her soon. I would fill her with my cock, and eventually with my cum—with so much of it that she would feel it dripping out of her.

Her free hand, the one that wasn’t yanking on her own nipple, fixed in my hair. She tangled it relentlessly in an act of possession and desire. My tongue stayed insistent. It lapped and flicked against her hard clit. I lavished it, wishing I hadn’t waited so long to do this.

“So fucking wet,” I told her, letting the words tickle her folds as I spoke. I added a third finger, stretching her around me. “Wet enough for my cock, I think…”

“Please,” she blurted out. She practically yanked my face up towards hers. “Let me come on your cock. I want it so much. I want you in—”

I cut her off with a heated kiss. She could taste herself and sheloved it. She licked around my mouth, sucking hard on my lips as her hands coasted down my body to my throbbing length. If she was needy, I was on the verge of self-combustion. I needed to be in her—as soon as possible.

“Condom,” I declared as I broke away from her. We probably needed to have a conversation about whether we could do without them sometime soon, but it wasn’t the moment. All my critical thinking skills were out the window. My dick was running the show—and its only objective was to fuck Cass so thoroughly that she would never forget this night.

When I returned from my bedroom, Cass was lying on her back across the couch cushions. She was holding my phone overher body and staring up at it as she played with herself. One hand was working her pussy, the other held the phone over her. Silently, I thanked every deity in every religion in the history of the world for letting me walk the earth at the same time as this woman.

I made an appearance in the recording by bringing my lips directly to her breast. I felt her lips kiss the top of my head, right on my hair.

“Ready?” I asked as I straightened my spine.

Cass turned the camera to face me as I removed my pants. Stripping on camera would have terrified me at any other point in my life, but tonight she was more powerful than pure liquid courage. I wanted to strip for her. I could feel her filming me as I rolled the condom over my dick and the reality flamed my skin.

“Tell me what you’re going to do to me,” she requested, focusing on the screen. “What do you have planned for me?”

“You’re so gorgeous,” I murmured in response. “You have no idea how special you are to me.” Then I paused, realizing what I had just said to her. The words had just slipped out—raced out, actually.

To my surprise, Cass didn’t object. She didn’t even flinch. To my magnificent fucking surprise, she smiled. “So are you.”

I withheld my excitement, but the exchange felt monumental. We were about to fuck and Cass had let me say something that wasn’t dominating or caustic—and she seemed to enjoy it. She seemed to love it, actually. I tried another one.

“I just want to make you feel as good as you make me feel,” I said. “Let me worship you, Cass.”

“I’d love that,” she responded softly. This time, she looked past the camera as she spoke to me. She was looking right in my eyes, her gaze open—almost reverent. Without a word, she stopped the video and put my phone on the floor. “Come here,” she said.

I climbed over her, naked and ready for her body. Skin met skin once again. I settled on top of her, where her legs were spread apart and waiting. She wrapped them around my waist, holding me against her. For once, this was intimate. Sensual. Nothing between us. Face to face.

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