Page 13 of Her Trick His Treat

But my naughty little Vixen seemed to want me to keep it on. I could work with that, for now.

“What do you want me to do, Vixen?” I asked, my voice somewhat muffled by both the mask and my own speeding pulse.

She pressed her warm, soft body to mine and touched her lips to my throat, conjuring fires of desire from the depths of my fucking soul.

“I want you to touch me, Shadow Man. Make me feel good. Show me you want me,” she demanded in a throaty little whisper.

“Fuck. I want you, Baby. Feel,” I growled, pressing her hand against the hard evidence of my arousal.

“Oh God. You’re so hard,” she moaned, and I hissed as she traced the outline of my cock.

My dick jumped behind my zipper, and if I wasn’t careful, I was going to blow my load like some fucking teenager.

I needed to take control back. That’s right, I was supposed to be showing her I wanted her.

That was quite difficult without taking off the mask so I could free my lips and tongue. But I would manage.

I grabbed her waist and hoisted her up, my hands on her ass beneath that tight fucking skirt.

“I have to kiss you.” I told her.

“Okay, but just lift the mask so your mouth is free,” she whimpered, and then she was moving, lifting my mask, and I was so fucking grateful.

She wanted my lips on her as much as I wanted them and knowing she felt the same only stoked the flames of my need for her.

I sucked in a breath, breathing in the impossibly sweet cherry scent of her lipstick. Then I plastered my mouth to hers.

And it was good.

So fucking good.

Dick throbbing, I used the tall table against the wall to sit my girl on, pressing between her legs.

She whimpered as I ran my hands up her lace covered legs, to her waist, her big tits, until I was wrapping my hands around her throat as I tilted her head where I wanted her, dry humping her in time with that heavy bass thumping through the speakers.

Fuck. I had to stop. To slow it down. If I kept this up, my earlier fears of coming like a goddamn high school kid in my jeans were going to be a reality. And I did not want that.

No, when I came, I wanted it to be inside her hot little pussy, but not here. Not where anyone could see us. Still, I couldn’t leave her without having a taste.

“Do you trust me?” I asked stupidly.

“No,” she said, and it was an honest answer.

I smirked even though I was such an asshole for asking.

“I don’t trust you, but I want you,” she added.

“Good enough, Baby. Hold on,” I growled and spread her legs, placing her hands on the edge of the table as I pulled her hips until her ass was barely on the table at all.

Then I bent down, licking my lips, readying for my feast.

CHAPTER FIVE-CAMRYN

Getting eaten out by a man in a mask I only just met in a jam-packed bar on Halloween night was not something I’d ever thought would happen to me.

But it was happening. Right now. And I was seconds from creaming all over his face.

A face I still hadn’t seen.

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