Page 35 of Her Trick His Treat

It is well lit, my love of books feeding my need for light. I felt exposed. Vulnerable. Maybe that was why I liked it.

It felt forbidden.

Dangerous.

Just like this side of Tommy O’Hare. Oh, I knew who he was now. Famous music producer. Best friends with Sonny, Buck, and Jeremy—all husbands to the women I knew through Jan.

My friends.

Being here with him made me feel like I was dangerous, too. Like I was sexy, special, and worthy of someone like Shadow Man.

“Off, Vixen. I said take it off.”

I nodded, allowing the robe to slide off my arms and swoosh onto the floor.

“Come here,” he growled, and I did, closing the space between us.

“Good Girl,” he whispered, and my pussy clenched.

Oh my God. Was that praise I reacted to?

“Keep coming. That’s it. Now tell me, is that hot little slit of yours sore?”

I shook my head. It had been this morning, but relaxing all day at home and the nice warm shower I took seemed to have tremendous healing qualities.

“Mmm. That’s good. Get on your knees.”

My pussy spasmed again. There was something thrilling about handing him the reins, giving him control. I’d liked it last night, and thought maybe it was a one off, but no. Here he was, telling me what to do again, and yes, I liked it. Very, very much.

I kneeled before him.

“Touch me.”

I hesitated, my gaze roaming up his big body. Wondering what to touch first. I reached tentatively towards his abs, skimming my fingertips along the hard muscles there.

Shadow Man purred, leaning his head back, his breathing shallow as I grew bolder in my explorations.

Up and down, I smoothed my palms over his stomach, chest, and arms, tracing his tattoos, and turning myself on in the process.

My needy pussy ached to be filled, and proof of my arousal dripped down, wetting my thick thighs.

“Take my cock out,” he grunted.

My fingers trembled, lips parted, as I reached for the waistband of his sweats.

Thank fuck for elastic, because it was necessary in this circumstance.

He was fully erect now. Long, hard, and so damn big, I had to tug his sweatpants down as far as they would go to free his monster cock.

And when I did, oh, the sight of him.

Shadow Man was so beautiful there.

His skin felt like velvet, and I couldn’t help myself, I leaned forward, licking the milky white drop of precum that beaded just there at the tip.

Like a drop of ambrosia just for me.

“Fuck, Vixen, that’s it. Open that mouth and swallow my dick,” he growled, his hand fisting in my hair as he dragged me closer.

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