Page 117 of In The Game

“That’s not fair.”

He goes to the bathroom and walks out with a bottle of massage oil, and I bite my lower lip in anticipation.

“I’m not fucking you tonight.” A rain cloud bursts over my sex-fueled parade. His voice lowers again when he whispers, “I’m helping you relax.”

“Well, that’snotthe reaction my body is having,” I gripe, disappointed.

“What reaction are you having?” He pushes apart my thighs, and I startle. He must see how wet I am. Knowing I’m exposed to him only draws more heat to where I need him most.

“You’re the worst.”

He chuckles and drips oil down the back of my legs and arms. He starts at my hands, pressing his thumbs into my palms and dragging them away from the center. He works between my fingers. Then from my wrists to my elbows and up to my shoulders. The scent of the massage oil is calming, it’s fragrant, but not overpowering.

While he works, I admire the beautiful bedroom we’re in. The bed faces a huge set of panoramic windows that span to the vaulted ceiling. Exposed beams showcase more of the native wood from the island. The bed is as massive as the one he has at home. Everything in this house exudes luxury and comfort. This is the experience of a lifetime.

He sweeps my hair to the side and massages there, moving higher, grabbing a fistful of hair near the nape of my neck and pulling. I don’t know what he did, but it causes my shoulders to slump in relaxation.

“Oh my god.” I groan.

He laughs a little at my reaction. “You like that?”

“Uh-huh. Do it again.”

He slides the heel of his palm up my bare back and into my hair once more, tugging, and I moan before he releases and repeats it a third time. I’m so turned on, I’m seeing stars. I know I’m wet because the air is cold between my thighs. I can’t believe he won’t give me his cock tonight. His hands work their magic on my back. He’s good at this. Occasionally, his fingers brush the sides of my breasts when he spans over my ribcage, and it drives me wild. I crave gratification.

After finishing my lower back, his breaths come quicker as he reaches my ass. The way he gropes and kneads is agony. He grabs a handful on each side, under each cheek, and massages the flesh. My pussy twitches.

If he’s even half as needy as I am, it won’t be hard to make him give me what I want. After all, I’m his greatest weakness. Hoping to entice him to take what he wants, I arch my back and wiggle my ass. He smacks the top of each cheek and then scoots away from me and starts on my feet instead. That’s fine, I can give him a view from down there.

The foot massage is great, but his calf massage?Sensational.

Once he gets to my thighs, shit gets real. He spreads them wider.What I must look like from his angle.If he leaves me like this, I’m going straight into the bathroom and finishing the job myself. There’s no way I’m not coming before I fall asleep. I might make him watch me for good measure. At the top of my thighs, he grips my ass with firm hands, and I picture the marks he’s leaving on me. It’s hard to slow my exhale into something more respectable, so I stop trying.

When he spreads my cheeks apart, I unconsciously reach for him.

“Keep your hands above your head or I’ll have to tie them up.”

I consider ignoring the request but know he’ll only delay my gratification more, so I stretch my arms over my head and cross my wrists.

“Good… Now arch your back again. Let’s see that pussy you were so desperate to show me before.”

Oh my god. I love his mouth.

I gasp and arch my back.Please, please, please.

He continues massaging my thighs, moving to the insides. The higher he goes, the faster I breathe. By the time he reaches the top, I’m panting.

“Oh, sweetheart. Is this difficult for you?”

“You’re evil.”

“Aww…” he mocks. “You don’t mean that.”

His thumbs massage circles outside the wet seam. My body is trembling, literally shaking with need, and I can’t catch my breath. I whimper.

“Please, Bear. Don’t tease me like this.”

Both hands move down my ass to either side of my pussy, and I want to scream at him to fuck me. My arms begin to slip lower. I’m losing control.

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