Page 39 of Her Trick His Treat

But as I joined my body to hers, I focused on absorbing every nuance, every flavor that was Camryn—the way she moaned, how she looked when I stroked that secret place inside her, the light that caught her hair as I pushed us up the bed—I couldn't shake the feeling that I was experiencing something extraordinary.

It didn’t matter how crazy it sounded. This woman was made for me.

Her cunt squeezed my cock, and I went cross-eyed. All the while I’d been kissing her, I’d held myself still, seated inside her welcoming heat.

But I couldn’t wait anymore.

I had to move.

“You feel so good,” I praised her.

And she did. Her curves enveloped me. Her soft skin felt like heaven against mine.

It was like this woman had stepped out of my darkest most secret dreams.

I fucking loved how she let me be in charge. The way she submitted so beautifully to my ministrations.

I ground against her clit, lifting her legs up higher, angling her hips so I could sink deeper.

“Fuck, Baby, your juices are dripping down my balls,” I growled, pounding in harder.

“Tommy,” she whimpered, her mouth closing over my shoulder and she held on tight.

She was perfect. Each moan and whimper that fell from her lips was like music to my ears. Every scratch of her nails sent a thrill through me, igniting a fire I hadn’t known I was missing.

I was in love with this woman already. The realization was both exhilarating and terrifying.

I had always been cautious with my heart, carefully guarding it against disappointment and heartache.

But with Camryn, everything felt different.

This was something real. Something profound.

And it had all started with a little dark fantasy and a mask.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN-CAMRYN

“Tommy,” I moaned, half drunk on kissing him.

Maybe it was on account of having only eaten a handful of leftover Halloween chocolate for lunch today. I’d skipped breakfast, and it was still too early for dinner.

Or maybe he was just that good at this.

At fucking me.

At making me feel good.

“That’s it, Baby. Look how good you take me. This pussy was made for my cock,” he growls, shifting positions so he was more on his knees, and I was half-sitting on his lap with my back arched and my head on the pillow.

I felt swollen everywhere. So full and taut. Like a string on a bow about to snap.

Tommy’s cock pulsed inside me, stroking parts of me I didn’t even know existed.

“Mine. You’re mine, Camryn. Tell me,” he commanded.

He was watching me with his golden brown gaze, and I was helpless to do anything other than agree. I didn’t know if he was serious. But I wanted him to be.

So I nodded.

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