Page 44 of Due Diligence

I expected her to apologize. That would be the rational, normal thing to do. Right now, any two rational, normal people would apologize to each other and put water under the bridge.

But if it wasn’t readily apparent, Cassie and I werenotrational, normal people. We were two grown ass adults who justspent weeks harassing each other relentlessly. And we were both drunk, horny as hell, and my hand was working its way into her thong where her clit was awaiting my full attention.

“Ten years,” she murmured.

“Ten fucking years.”

We were kissing frantically now, too hard for either of us to breathe. I was done playing. I was done teasing. My hand lowered and grazed the slick center of her folds. She waswet, nearly soaking. Unearned pride washed over me when I felt her. An expletive escaped my lips.

I ran my fingertips by her entrance, probing softly with the tip of my index finger. She nodded, humming into my lips as we kissed. I gave a quick exploratory push into her and she groaned lowly.

“More?”

“Please.”

This time, I pushed the length of my index finger into her. Cassie loved that. She pulled away from our kiss and tossed her head back, her ponytail whipping against the mirror behind us.

“Marcus,” she uttered, a smile spreading across her face. “Put another finger in me. Please, baby.”

“Anything you want,” I replied. I pressed a second finger into her and began to pump, working my hand in and out of her. She groaned again, heat flushing her skin.

“I love it,” she whispered, eyes shut tight. “I love it so much.”

“You can take more.” I adjusted my hand as I lined up a third finger. “You can take more of my hand in your hot pussy, Cassie. You want more.”

More nodding. “Yes, Marcus. I want it so—”

She inhaled sharply as I filled her with a third finger, her pussy now tight around my hand. She clenched around me, pulsing with desire as she accepted my fingers into her hot channel. Ileaned forward and pressed a soft kiss on her lips, letting my tongue graze her lower lip.

“I need to see more of you.” My eyes raked over her, starting at her soaking red thong and glistening pussy, where my fingers were working her. They moved along the tan skin on her bare mound, sun-kissed and smooth. They traveled over the leather skirt bunched up around her narrow waist, and they settled on her breasts, still hidden below her shirt. Clutching the hem of her shirt in my hand, I raised it up.

My first sight of her gorgeous breasts would be forever burned into my brain—and I wouldn’t have it any other way. She was wearing a black lace bra and the full cups cradled soft, decadent breasts like I had never seen before. She was stacked, far more than I expected with her petite frame. While my hand completely engulfed her pussy, it didn’t even come close to covering half of one of her breasts.

“Hold that for me.” I pushed her shirt higher.

“Just hold it?”

“Hold it,” I repeated, motioning for her to take her shirt. “And don’t fucking let go. If you let go, you’re going to cover up these incredible tits, and I’m going to be extremely disappointed if that happens.”

Cassie smiled softly. “You like them?”

“Of course I do,” I said, frowning. “Hell, I think I just found religion.”

“Touch them wherever you want.”

I hooked my finger over her bra cup and tugged it down just an inch. Suddenly, I paused. There against her soft, luscious skin, a glint of something caught my eye. A surge rode through me, first recognition and then pure obsession. I pulled her bra cup down even lower, revealing her nipple. I couldn’t help but murmur, “Fuck.”

I pulled down the other cup, and that’s when I knew I was a goner. Cassie had pierced nipples. There was a small silver bar with ball ends on each side, fixed horizontally through each one. The metal glinted against her soft, pink areolas. It looked dangerous and inviting all at once, like the sweetest taboo I had ever seen. I glanced up at her face, where I found her watching me. Assessing me. When I grinned, she did the same.

“You’re too good to be true,” I declared before I leaned forward and took her nipple in my mouth. The peak was firm against my tongue, beaded and erect as I sucked. Her piercing left a faint metallic taste I immediately wanted more of. I sucked harder, grazing my teeth over the edge. At the same time, I brought my hand up to her other breast. My fingertips found her hard nipple and began to massage it.

She was moaning loudly now, saying my name every other breath as I began to work my hand in her pussy. She was drenched, moving her hips as I fucked her with my fingers.

Her body was undulating freely now, shifting with each stroke of my hand. I could feel her tightening around me. Her hips mimed like she was being fucked by my cock. When I pressed my thumb against her clit, she cried out.

“I want to make you come, Cassie,” I grunted when I pulled my lips off her nipple. “I want to watch you come on my hand. Can we do that?”

She nodded, staring down at me. “Please. I want it so bad.”

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