Page 37 of Her Trick His Treat

But it had only been a day, and I didn’t want to send her running with my over the top possessiveness.

“On the bed, Camryn.”

“Yes, Tommy,” she whispered, and fuck, it was so much better than when she called me Shadow Man.

“Spread those legs,” I growled.

She listened, and I rewarded her by tugging my pants off my hips, letting them pool at my feet. I stepped out of them, stalking her all the way to the bed.

“Y-Your mask,” she whispered, and I watched her eyes dilate and pulse speed up as she shivered in anticipation.

I didn’t reply to her whispered plea. I was just too lost for words.

Her pretty cunt was glistening. My Vixen was so hot and ready for it.

My cock ached and before I forgot, I reached for my pants and pulled out a couple of condoms, tossing them on the bed.

I held onto one, tore it open and slid it on my dick, not missing the fact she was watching every move I made.

I crawled up the bed, settling between her plump thighs, loving the jiggle her body gave when I rocked the mattress.

Camryn was so curvy. So soft. She looked exactly how a woman should look, and I was starving for her.

Desperate.

Addicted.

You better fucking believe it.

No more anemic love affairs or stale relationships with uninteresting women. All I wanted was this woman. She fit me. And I was going to prove it.

“You ready, Vixen?”

She nodded, her brows furrowed as I notched my cock at her entrance.

Then I reached for the bottom of the mask, lifting it off my face as I found her gaze with unerring accuracy.

The whole world seemed to freeze as I watched her take in every inch of my face with her wide doe eyes.

Camryn was just so beautiful.

Every detail of her—those wide, expressive eyes, the way her lips curved slightly when she smiled, and the soft glow of her skin—had me mesmerized.

She was perfect for me in a way that felt almost surreal.

There was an innocence about her, yet a seductive allure that pulled me in deeper.

Witty and smart, she possessed a sharpness that kept me on my toes, and I was captivated by the layers I could sense beneath the surface.

She was exactly what I’d been searching for my entire life.

I’d been through enough ups and downs to know that genuine connections were rare.

In that moment, with my dick notched at her entrance, begging to get inside her hot, tight body, I felt like my entire life hung in the balance.

Her warmth radiated around me, through me, and I wanted to be a part of it, of her, forever.

I wanted Camryn to approve of my face—needed her to say something, anything, to break the tension hanging between us like a delicate thread.

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