Page 16 of His Starr Player

My body quaked with arousal. I’d never been dominated in this way, and the moment drove me crazy. I nodded. “I-I understand, Marcus.”

“Good girl. Now, take your robe off and lay on your stomach. I’m going to massage your body while we listen to your playlist.”

“Ooo, a free massage?”

“Consider it foreplay.”

I removed my robe and lay on my stomach as he’d instructed. I used my arms as a pillow to elevate my head. I closed my eyes as he positioned himself over me. He’d started off by leaning down and kissing the center of my back. The feel of his lips on my skin made me inhale a soft breath.

“You smell good.”

“Thank you. It’s body oil plus some of that EOS lotion. The combination always leaves me feeling so soft and smelling good.”

Lloyd’s “Feels So Right” began to play as he used his fingers and thumbs to massage my back. The firmness and slowness of his movements was damn near intoxicating. Every few moments, he’d kiss me somewhere on my body. Every time, the unexpected presence of his lips sent a spark between my legs. I would have a puddle on the bed before he finished if he kept it up.

“I promise it’ll feel really good. Just let me massage your spine,”Lloyd’s words were too spot on for the current actions happening in my bedroom.

“What a coincidence,” Marcus said.

“I told you my playlist was elite. It’s like it knows exactly what’s happening in the room to play the perfect song for the moment.”

He moved down to my ass and gave each small, round cheek attention. He thought he was slick, purposely ignoring the throbbing, wetness right between the cuff of my ass. I shifted slightly to create some sort of friction to ease the growing tension in my warmth.

“Soon, baby. The buildup will be worth it.”

“I’m trying to be patient, but she’s literally crying to be touched.”

“Turn over onto your back. You can prop your head up on a pillow.”

I grumbled in frustration but followed his instructions. I used two pillows to prop my head up while I looked at him. He sat on the bed and lifted my right leg onto his lap. He massaged my feet with firm, precise strokes of his thumb. My eyes closed again, and I welcomed the sensual feel of his fingers on my toes. It caught me off guard when I felt something warm and wet on my feet. He’d pulled my toes into his mouth as he massaged the center of my foot.

“Oh,” I quipped.

“You ever had your toes sucked like this before?” he asked in a low tone.

I shook my head. “N-not at all. I’ve actually never had them sucked at all. This is… interesting.”

“I don’t have a foot fetish or anything, but you have some pretty toes. I couldn’t resist.”

I laughed. “Please. You’re so funny.”

He smiled. “I’m serious. If I could lick you from head to toe, I would. Everything about you is sexy as hell to me.”

“Words of affirmations must be one of your love languages. You’re very vocal about how you feel about me. I like it.”

“I’ve never thought about my love languages, if I’m being honest with you.”

“We’ll have to look into that one day.”

“For sure.”

He massaged my ankles, up to my thighs. Once he’d gotten to my inner thighs, he spread my legs. I silently rejoiced because the agonizing torture would be over. He’d finally put those juicy lips on my clit and ate me to ecstasy.

“Damn, Ava.”

“What?”

“Your pussy is dripping wet. You’ve made a little puddle underneath yourself, and I ain’t even touched you yet.”

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