Page 107 of Due Diligence

She reached around my neck and drew my lips down to hers. I kissed her, exhaling contentedly as we settled into an embrace.

“I’ve wanted you for so long,” I whispered as I began to lay a circle of gentle kisses around her mouth. That was an understatement, of course. I had wanted her for ten years, but even before that I wanted some version of her. I’d dreamed of someone who was just the right mix of perplexing and provocative. I’d dreamed of someone who would make me feel at home in my own skin. Even before I could comprehend love or companionship, I had wanted her.

Waiting beneath me, Cass’s hips bucked against mine. I lowered my hand and fixed my cock at her entrance.

“Cass,” I said as I pulled my face back. “Look at me for a second.”

She did. We looked at each other as I slid my cock into her, slowly sheathing myself inside of her body. Her hard nipples pilled against my chest and her hands tightened their hold on my shoulders. Her perfume surrounded me, enveloping me in her scent. Warmth met me as I settled into her body, convinced that she was the safest place in the world for me. Her face twisted from pain to passion in the flip of a second. She looked at me adoringly—at the rare intersection of total admiration and wanting to eat me alive.

I began to move in her, building up a rhythm. Steam clouded between us. Sparks crackled. Cass began to moan, tilting her head back against the couch cushion as I kindled the heat where my body entered hers.

“That’s it,” I told her, savoring the sweet sensation on my cock. “Let me make you feel good. Let me make you feel wanted.”

“Yes, Marcus,” she gasped as I continued my motions, roughening them as her hands grasped and latched on to me, digging into my skin.

I drew back to the tip and plunged into her body, treating her to a full stroke. She was so wet for me, inviting me to move faster—to give her everything.

Cass’s hands came down from my shoulders. They traveled over my body and latched on my ass. She tugged, motioning desperately like she wanted to force more of me into her. Always happy to please her, I thrusted harder and incited a groan.

“So fucking sweet,” I growled as I pumped—fucking her now. “This luscious body deserves to be adored. Always.”

“Only by you.”

“Only me,” I confirmed, spurred on by her sounds of need. I let my hand slide along her body, feeling skin damp with sweat and alive with warmth. I slid my hand under her, tilting her up so I could grip her ass. She nodded, encouraging me.

“Mine,” I informed her as I worked her. “I want you to be mine.”

“No question,” she replied with a pant. “I was always yours.”

Those words were blue fire. They lit up every carnal instinct in my body and I drew up onto one arm. At this angle, I was able to hold myself up and pump into her—fiercely this time. I filled her with long, deep strokes that felt better with every push. Her body began to bounce against mine, her breasts jiggling and shaking with every thrust. She looked incredible—like pure sex encompassed in one irresistible woman.

She was coming undone, gasping as I worked her into a fever pitch. I moved from admiration to obsession. My hand on her ass traveled low, sliding between her cheeks. My intentions wereclear—filthy and entitled. I shifted a finger to her tight bud, coaxing out a moan from my girl.

“Does that feel good?” I asked. “Do you like it when I finger your asshole?”

“God, you’re so fucking good at this,” she gritted back, focusing to keep her orgasm at bay. “So good. So…”

She trailed off as I massaged her there, exploring her most intimate part. Muscles tightened around me as those building contractions emerged.

“You feel amazing, Cass. You’re going to make me come like this.” I was hanging on a thread, just a few strokes away from blinding release.

“Come in me,” she requested, not missing a beat. She moved her hands up to her own body and began to play with her breasts. “Please, baby. I want it so bad. I want all of you.”

I wanted her to have everything from me. I wanted to give her the world and more—and if my orgasm was what she wanted at that moment, I would give it to her. I lowered my lips to kiss her, our mouths working furiously as I pumped into her body. My groans mixed with hers. My hands grabbed any and every inch of skin they could reach.

Cass gasped and cried out as her body began to buck against mine. She practically vibrated as her climax washed over her, thrumming again and again as she rolled with pleasure. Her body jerked and seized. I held onto her, along for the ride as she melted into release. Her cries went right to my ear, fueling me as I tumbled over the edge as well.

My cock throbbed into my own orgasm, latching onto the final throes of Cass’s release as I came. I clutched her naked body. I felt her chest pulse with heaving breaths. I savored her exhales against my cheek. The vibration of her throat. Hair. Sweat. Gasps. I felt her muscles relax as she descended into pure contentment. She began to scatter kisses across my face andneck, gripping my hair as I groaned with release. I repeated her name over and over again, eyes shut tight.

I felt hands exploring me, caressing me against her. I settled against the sumptuous body beneath me, exhaling as I regained connection with the rest of the world. My eyes blinked open. When I looked up, Cass was staring down at me and running her fingers through my hair. Her touch was gentle and her expression was almost…awed.

Our ragged breaths steadied and we lay there together in silence, neither of us daring to move. I continued to stare at her, watching her with caution that slowly faded away with each passing second. She wasn’t going anywhere. She was exactly where she wanted to be.

Minutes passed. She never stopped stroking me. I never stopped stroking the velvet soft line of skin along her spine. My eyes grew heavy as we lay there together, our inhalations aligning until we respired in unison. I drifted off to sleep on top of her, my arms wrapped around her as she continued to plant kisses on the top of my head.

When I awoke not long after, she was still curled around me. Brown eyes stared at me and a small smile formed at the corner of her lips. “Marcus fucking Fitz,” she murmured. “I never thought it would be you.”

“What did I do?”

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