Page 66 of Due Diligence

“You know the answer to that,” he gritted.

He brought his hand up to my lips and pressed his fingers into my mouth. I inhaled sharply before I began to suck on his fingers. I savored them, just like I planned to do with hiscock one day. Marcus’s eyes were hooded as he watched me, and a smile formed. It was like everything I did fascinated and enchanted him—and fuck, I loved that about him.

“You’re ready,” he told me, before he planted a kiss right on my temple. The kiss was affectionate—borderline proud. I nodded, pulsating with lust. Together, we moved over to the stairs, where he took a seat right there on the steps. When he was in place, he beckoned me towards him by holding out his hand and crooking back his index and middle fingers—the same fingers that were still wet from my mouth.

I climbed over his lap, making my skirt rise even higher. As I got into place, Marcus leaned back with his elbows on the steps. He was content to watch me, his face handsome and expectant as I straddled him half-naked. He was fully clothed, looking sharp as usual in his button-down and navy slacks. He was a stark contrast to me—hastily exposed with my flesh pink and flushed from foreplay.

“Are you ready?” I asked when I finally spread over his lap.

Marcus raised an eyebrow. “Cass, I’m always ready for you,” he said as he leaned forward and kissed me.

He took my hand and guided it down to the front of his slacks, where I could feel his hard member straining against the fabric. He placed my hand there and released it—a tacit instruction:Your turn.I couldn’t get started fast enough. I undid his belt with swift, deliberate motions, excitement radiating through me like I was opening a present on Christmas morning. I had been dying to see this cock—nearly obsessed with it for days.

I lowered his zipper and pulled apart the sides of his pants, revealing the shape of his erection through his navy boxer briefs. Momentarily, I took note of the fact that he matched his boxer briefs to his slacks, which might have been the sweetest thing I had ever seen. But then I was quickly back to unwrapping mypresent. No hesitation, I pulled down the waistband and reached in to take out his penis.

When I touched his bare cock, I looked up at Marcus to see his reaction. His eyebrows were tight with restraint and his lower lip was tucked under his teeth as he watched me. To my left, I noticed his right hand was gripping one of the vertical slats in the stair railing, holding it so tightly that the veins in his arm were enunciated. His eyes rose to meet mine and he nodded once. He remained uncharacteristically quiet—like he knew he absolutely didn’t need to tell me what to do with his cock.

It was warm in my hand, hardening as I stroked him. I started my hand at the base and traveled his impressive length, bringing my hand up and over the smooth crown where I cupped him. A bead of precum wet my palm. I brought my hand up to my mouth and let my tongue flicker out to lap up his taste from my skin. His eyes widened and that hand tightened even harder on the railing.

“Marcus.”

“Yeah, Cass?”

I smiled. “I’m so excited for this,” I said—and I wasn’t even sure why I was telling him. But I didn’t regret it when he lunged forward, pulled me towards him, and kissed my lips. He showered the skin around my mouth with urgent kisses, tangling his hands in my long hair as he embraced me.

“Me too,” he replied when he paused, panting. “I’ve wanted to fuck you like this since the first time I saw you.”

“Ten years ago?”

“Absolutely. I wanted to fuck you until you belonged to me.”

His words washed over me in the form of sweet pleasure. I kissed him. “Take it now,” I whispered. “Let me give myself to you.”

I didn’t need to tell him twice. Marcus released me and shifted his hips, keeping one hand on my back to stabilize me. I heldon to him, hands tight on his shoulders as he fished into his back pocket. When he settled back into his spot, he handed me a condom. I couldn’t help but give him a look.

“What?” he questioned, eyeing me innocently.

“Did you plan this?”

“Of course. I plan everything,” was his response.

For the rest of my life, forward-thinking would be at the top of my list of must-haves in a man.

“Typical,” I murmured as I ripped open the foil package. I rolled the condom over his length, adjusting it so it covered him. When it was on, I gave his thick cock one last squeeze before I elevated myself over him.

Marcus hooked my thong with his finger and pulled it to the side. “How nice are these?” he asked, tugging gently on the wet fabric. The way he gritted out the words was telling.

“Don’t,” I warned, noting the mischievous look on his face. “You rip these, I kill you.”

“I’ll buy you new ones,” he promised, his gaze burning as the idea took over. “I’ll buy you a new one for every day of the year.”

“Marcus, don’t,” I repeated as I settled myself over his crown. “I like these.”

“Fine,” he said, feigning disappointment and moving his hands up to my waist. “I’m still buying you more lingerie.”

“Don’t get ahead of yourself,” I said. “You have no idea if I ever plan to fuck you again.” The head of his cock pushed into me and I let out a gasp as I stretched around him. His hands ran over my bare skin, stroking my sides as he eased into me.

There it was. Marcus. Me. We were finally doing it—finally fucking each other. I rotated on his tip, groaning as he began to fill me. Each stroke was pure pressure, his size hitting me in all the right spots. I would do anything for him—anything for this man who made me feel like I was floating fifty feet above the earth.

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