Her Trick His Treat (Cherry On Top Tales #5)

Chapter Eight-Tommy

CHAPTER EIGHT-TOMMY

J esus. Christ.

My Vixen’s skin felt so soft, so warm. Like fucking silk beneath my fingers. I was completely smitten. Obsessed with touching her. But I wanted to taste her again, too.

Properly this time. Not the tease I had of her in the bar.

No, I needed this fucking mask off, but I knew she needed it. Something told me she wouldn’t go through with this if I didn’t play out her fantasy, something I wanted to do with every fiber of my being.

The ladies tonight called me a shadow daddy and when she called me Shadow Man, well, I spent about five minutes at the bar familiarizing myself with what that actually meant.

Goddamn, book girls were some imaginative creatures for sure.

What my little Vixen wanted was pure erotic fantasy. I could do that. I would do that.

For the chance to sink my dick into her hot little cunt, I would do just about anything.

Besides, this whole thing seemed to have unlocked a kink I never knew I had.

But I liked it.

A lot.

I liked being in charge and telling her what to do. Having her at my command.

Fuck. Yes.

It was a rush. One that had precum leaking from my cock. I had to get inside her.

“It feels good. Do it again, Shadow Man, please.”

Hearing her beg me almost had me dropping to my knees. Seemed like we both needed reminding who was calling the shots.

“Turn around. Spread your legs,” I told her.

She gasped and turned around, pressing her sexy ass against my naked front. I’d all but undressed her. Her top, skirt, and shoes were all gone now.

But those stockings. Those sexy fucking stockings. The ones I tore to get my fingers inside her. The ones I sucked her sweet clit through.

Fuck.

My cock pulsed, and I lowered my hand, giving it a good squeeze.

Anyway, I left those on her.

The feel of those ripped barely there lace stockings was making me feral. I feel huge towering over her in the dark.

Like a fucking monster in a twisted fairytale. The kind where he takes the girl and locks her up forever.

But that’s what she wants .

She wants Shadow Man.

A mysterious masked lover for just one night.

Suddenly, along with desire, I felt anger rise inside me. I didn’t know her.

Well, I knew who she was, my friend’s wife’s cousin, but I knew nothing else about her.

It shouldn’t bother me that she wanted meaningless sex with a stranger.

Shouldn’t. But did.

The woman was something else. She had a gorgeous body that tasted like sin and made me want to commit crimes just for the chance to have her.

I should have walked away, but I couldn’t. I knew that just as I knew this was not a one night deal. Oh, Vixen might think it was, but I had plans for her.

“Are your legs spread wide, Vixen? Are you being my good little girl now?”

“Yes,” she whimpered.

I flattened my hand against her back, and I shoved, knowing the bed was there to catch her.

A tiny squeak left her lips and had me grinning like a madman as I followed her down, crushing her body beneath mine and nipping the skin at her shoulder before sliding down until I had my face level with her sweet ass.

I bit her there, too, unable to help myself.

“Ouch!” she squeaked again, but that soon turned to a moan as I soothed her skin with my tongue and lips.

“Gotta taste you again,” I growled, finding the hole I’d made earlier in the fabric. I gripped it with two hands and tore it the rest of the way.

Pressing my face between her ass cheeks, I growl and tug, lifting her hips so I have access to her sweet dripping slit.

“Fuck, Vixen, are you wet for me?”

“Yes, I’m so wet,” she moans.

Hearing her husky, needy voice was doing ridiculous things to me, making me feel all possessive. But still, I wanted to high five myself for making her obedience part of the game.

“Don’t you worry your pretty little head, Shadow Man is gonna take care of you,” I said, then I rammed my tongue inside her tight channel and moaned as her flavors bursted across my tastebuds.

She tasted so good.

Like raw sex and cherries.

Her cunt clenched around me, but I needed her coming on my cock, not my tongue. Not this time, anyway.

I ripped the foil packet I’d tossed on the bed earlier without her noticing and I have it on my dick in seconds. Moving to my knees I lift her hips and position myself at her entrance.

“Oh my God, are you gonna,” she whimpered, and confusion filled me.

“Vixen, if you want me to stop say it now,” I said, beads of sweat dotting my brow.

“No! Don’t stop,” she begged, and rocked her hips, trying to entice me to move.

She didn’t have to work very hard to get me to want to fuck her.

Jesus. Christ. I wanted that woman with a hunger I’d never felt.

But I was the one in charge. I held her still, needing this to go one way and one way only. And that was rough and fast.

“Please, Shadow Man.”

“Please what?”

“Please, fuck me.”

With a growl on my lips, I gripped her hips roughly and shoved my cock into her tight cunt. A scream tore from her throat, and I frowned, positive I’d felt some resistance.

But that was impossible. A virgin? No fucking way.

“Vixen? Talk to me,” I said and withdrew, noting her sharp gasp.

I spun her onto her back, still kneeling between her splayed legs. It was too fucking dark, but I stroked my fingers into her pussy and withdrew them, bringing them to my mouth.

Pennies laced with cherries.

I tasted fucking pennies mixed with her sweetness and goddamn, that possessive beast that had been prowling around inside of my head all night as far as this woman was concerned came roaring to the forefront with teeth bared.

“You’re a virgin,” I said, not asked.

“No. Well, not now,” she murmured.

“You tricked me, Vixen. And you’ll pay for that. Later. Do you want me to finish it?” I asked, head cocked, as I waited for her answer.

My cock jumped, bumping against her entrance, begging to be let back in. But I had to give her an out.

“Yes. Please. Finish it,” she whispered, her small hands clutching at my hips.

“Hold on, Baby,” I said, dropping forward, so I was leaning on her with all of my body.

I cupped her cheeks, claiming her mouth, needing to bring the fever inside of her to a boiling point.

If I would have known— hell, she was right —if I would have known, I’d have forced myself to walk away from her at the bar.

But so far, my virginal little Vixen was proving one step ahead of me. It might have been more than I’d bargained for, but honestly I couldn’t stop the caveman in me from wanting to pound my chest and shout it out to the whole fucking world.

I kissed her deeper. Stroking my tongue inside her mouth, forcing her to taste her own innocence.

Goddamn.

I was sick. Fucking depraved. But this was so fucking hot. My dick is going to explode.

I slid my free hand between us, finding her slick little nubbin. She moaned, arching against me, and I rubbed her faster, harder.

When she was panting, begging, that was when I moved, stretching her tight, pristine walls with my thick cock.

In and out, I seesawed back and forth, trying to hold on as she squeezed and stroked me with her body.

Slowly. I fucked her slowly. Bottoming out with each thrust. Moaning at the rightness of being inside this woman.

“You feel so fucking good. This pussy was made for me. It’s mine. Say it.”

I stilled, waiting for her brain to catch up, knowing she was seconds away from coming.

“Tell me whose pussy this is,” I commanded, refusing to move until she did as I said.

“Y-yours.”

“Say my name.”

“Shadow Man,” she whimpered, wrapping her legs around me and trying to get me to move.

“My real name.”

“I-I don’t know your real name. Please,” she begged, mindless to everything but the need to come.

“Tommy. My name is Tommy,” I grunted, then I filled her with one sharp flex.

“Tommy! TOMMY!” she screamed my name, and it was perfect.

I pounded into her, driving for a release I knew was going to blow my head clear off.

I grabbed her hair, wrapping it around my fist as I tilted her head, forcing her to me. Then I crushed her with my kiss, and I felt it the second she started to come.

I swallowed my Vixen’s whimpers, chasing my pleasure while hers consumed her. Finally, I loosened my hold, emptying my balls into the latex condom I wore.

I massaged her scalp, kissing her softly as I wrang out every last drop of pleasure I could find.

Then I lifted my head and kissed her again.

“Thank you, Tommy,” she whispered.

I didn’t know what to do with her thanks, and the fact it sounded like goodbye was like a slap in the face.

She might have tricked me into taking her virginity, but if this sweet Vixen thought I was just letting her walk out of here without so much as a by your leave, she was grossly mistaken.