Page 85 of Due Diligence

My body was on fire, craving and needing him to the point of frustration. I whimpered, letting out sounds I didn’t even know I could make. “I want you to use me for your pleasure. Make me yours. Make me hate you for wanting you so much,” I managed to say.

“That’s the plan tonight,” he declared before he pulled me into his arms.

I barely had time to react before he flipped me over him and rotated me onto the mattress. I ended up on my back, staring up at him as he straddled me. He grinned down at me, those eyes feasting on me. The way this man appreciated my body was a dangerous aphrodisiac. I would have done anything for him in that moment—would have let him play any game he wanted with me.

“You want to see more of me?”

Immediately, I nodded, my hands reaching to tug on his shirt.

“Beg for it,” he ordered.

“What?” I demanded, barely getting the word out before I inhaled sharply. Marcus had cupped his hand over my mound and had started to massage it. I was so ready for him already, so drenched and so anticipatory that I practically quivered against his touch.

“Holy shit. You’resoaked, Cass.” He rubbed my pussy harder and grinned. “You’re so dirty. Look how it turns you on to get paid to fuck me.”

“Marcus—”

“Beg me for it,” he continued, his tone dark—nearly destructive. “If you want to see me naked, you’re going to have to beg for it.”

“Please.” I tightened the handful of shirt I was holding. I was out of my mind for him, grinding against his hand. “I want to see you.”

He clicked his tongue. “Really?” Marcus shook his head. “I’ve seen you beg. I know you can do better.”

“I need to see you,” I insisted, feeling desperate. “I want to touch you, Marcus. Please. I need you. I’m obsessed with you.”

That last line just slipped out. As soon as I said it, I wasn’t even sure where it came from. It did the trick though, because Marcusimmediately reached over his shoulders and tugged his shirt up over his head.

I had to fold my lips over my teeth to keep from smiling. My eyes swirled over his bare chest, taking in his flawless skin. He was toned and tan and not too bulky—just how I liked. I reached up, hoping—silently pleading—that he would let me touch him. When my hand made contact with his abdomen, he immediately placed his own hand on top of mine.

There was something inexplicably intimate about that gesture—more intimate than him even touching my pussy. I shifted my gaze to his face and I saw he was watching me watch him. Faintly, he smiled.

“You’re so unbelievably beautiful,” I told him, breaking character. I wasn’t playing. I wasn’t a whore, ready to do anything he wanted. I was Cass. He was Marcus. And he was everything to me.

Something about the way he smiled made me wonder if my affirmation had relieved him. He exhaled heavily—I could feel it against my hand.

“Seriously,” I continued, my voice steadying as I spoke. “You’re the blueprint. You’re what I’m going to compare every man to, from here on out.”

He didn’t have a filthy, smoldering response for me—for once. Instead he leaned forward and kissed me, his tongue seeking mine and meshing together in our mouths. He easily spun me up and left me panting and wanting more of him.

He hoisted himself up on his arms so he was hovering over me. I didn’t want to stop kissing him, but gravity took over. I fell back on the bed and found myself staring up at this charming, sinfully handsome guy—who had just put his own fingers in his mouth.

Marcus sucked on his index and middle fingers for a few beats, never breaking eye contact with me. That eye contact persisted as he lowered his hand and carefully inserted his fingers intomy pussy. I let out a breath through my teeth as he decadently penetrated me with his digits.

“So wet,” he murmured. “I’ve never been with a woman who gets wet like you, Cass. You’re so ready for my cock, aren’t you?”

I nodded, groaning softly as he worked his skilled fingers into me. He was touching all the right places, all the spots that felt so good, my eyes started to water.

“I’ll be in you soon enough. I’ll have my dick in you, making you wish I weren’t so damn good at it. You’re going to hate me for ruining all other men for you.”

“I already hate you,” I replied, unable to keep my eyes open anymore. I had to shut them tight, gasping to stave off an orgasm that dared to arrive too soon. “Even you couldn’t—”

Marcus pulled his fingers out of me. I was on the verge of cursing him out for doing that when he flipped me onto my stomach. I was face down on his bedspread with his body pressed against my back. I felt him shift, rolling off me. His body moved along my side. When he got back on top of me, I could feel skin on skin. It took me a moment to realize Marcus was completely naked—and his hard cock was resting right on my ass.

I started to flail in a sorry attempt to get my hands on him, but he kept me pinned down.

“Asshole,” I murmured.

Smack. A sharp pain landed on my ass, stinging me.

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