Page 44 of Her Trick His Treat

He moved like a dream, sliding the tray onto the table and grabbing his mask. I had one minute to look at him before he slipped it over his face.

His chest expanded as he sucked in a breath before pressing a button that plunged our bedroom into complete darkness.

I heard him press another button, and I gasped as his skeleton face lit up under a brand new black light shining from the ceiling.

“W-when?” I asked, moaning as his rough hands found me.

“When you were at your agent’s office yesterday,” he explained.

“Now, no more talking, Vixen. Get on your knees,” he growled.

The gears in my brain were sluggish under the weight of my desire, but they started turning the second he issued hiscommand. Eager to obey my masked lover, I turned and got on my knees, moaning as he pressed his weight against me.

Then I felt it. His latex covered head prodded my slick entrance.

“Tell me what you want, or this is all you get,” Shadow Man growled, feeding just the tip of his monster cock into my greedy pussy.

“I want you to fuck me, Shadow Man. Make me come,” I begged.

“Anything my Vixen wants,” he promised, pushing all the way in with one hard thrust.

The power of speech left us both for a while then, and it wasn’t until much later, after we were sated and catching our breaths that we spoke again.

“Magic,” I said, and rubbed my lips against his shoulder.

“Hmm?”

“Remember when you said we were magic?”

“I do,” he murmured.

“Do you still feel that way?”

“You know I do,” he said, more earnestly now.

“I think you’re right, Shadow Man. I think we are.”

“I love you, Vixen. With every inch of my soul,” he said, and I heard the smile in his voice as my gaze rested on his now discarded mask, still grinning at us under the black light.

“I love you, too.”

Tommy took my hand in his, intertwining our fingers and snuggling me close to his heavenly body.

I could feel the energy,the magic, between us crackling like static electricity or a thousand little lightning bolts. It was always this way with him. And it only made me love him more.

“I’m so glad you took a chance on us, Baby. We are gonna make this magic last,” he said, his voice low and sincere.

“This is our adventure. Ours together. No holding back,” I vowed and meant it.

We held one another in bed, our hearts beating in sync, and I knew that this was just the beginning of our story.

Never again would I allow my insecurities to stop me from living. The night I met Tommy, he’d dared me to dive into this adventure with him. And miracle of miracles, I accepted his challenge.

He was right. We belonged together.

Tommy and I were destiny.

We made our own magic, and our future looked good.

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