Page 21 of Sinful Betrayal

“Oh, I could tell the difference.”

I sure as hell couldn’t but that’s because I’ve never had to use one on a woman before.

My tongue, fingers, and cock tend to be enough for them, but I have to say I’m intrigued at the thought of watching Nina use it on herself…

“You’re a terrible liar.” Nina scoffs, tossing the bag on the floor. “But it’s interesting to know that you thought I’d be needing my vibrator. Is that because your skills at making a woman come are so lackluster?”

I bark a laugh.

“Forget Emma, I think you’re the true ball buster.”

“Interesting that you don’t deny the claim,” Nina muses, fiddling with her hair.

“My reputation speaks for itself,zayka.”

“I wasn’t aware you had one,kotik.” Her blue eyes dart to mine, and I let the need I’m feeling for her reflect in my own. I can’t help but feel smug as I watch her throat bob, knowing that she’s imagining me making her come.

“Kitten, huh?”

“Well, you did call me bunny.”

“Fair. Well, let me give you a massage as an apology.” I spread my thighs wider. She rolls her eyes but shifts her position so that she’s sitting up against the arm of the couch with her legs stretched out in front of her.

“It’s the left one.”

I pull her delicate feet into my lap.

She scowls at me as I gently wrap my hands around her ankle and start massaging her calf. Her skin is so soft beneath my touch, and I’m desperate to roam further.

I glance at Nina to find her leaning back with her eyes closed, a soft sigh escaping her lips as I work her calf.

“I think I’m doing a pretty good job.” I chuckle as I release her calf.

Her eyes fly open, and she frowns.

“It was beginner's luck.” She scowls. “And I didn’t say you could stop.”

“I can assure you, there was no luck involved.” I smirk.

I let my fingers gently stroke up and down her legs, her skin pebbling beneath my touch. She watches me with slightly glazed eyes, and I take a chance and roam a little higher, letting my thumbs massage just above her knees.

Her breath hitches, and her muscles clench beneath my touch.

Fuck.

She’s desperate for some friction, to relieve the ache that I know is building between her thighs from my touch.

My cock strains against my zipper, but I fight the urge to palm my length, not when Nina already made it clear she didn’t want to take this any further tonight.

The ball is in her court, so my hands are going to stay exactly where they are until she tells me otherwise.

Though it seems she might have changed her mind as she pushes herself up into a sitting position, her eyes flicking to my lips.

“What do you want, Nina?” I squeeze her thighs.

“Anton,” she gasps, her thighs slightly parting.

The sound of my name on her lips has my cock starting to leak, but I refuse to make the first move. It has to come from her.

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