Page 239 of Trick or Stalk

I cup the back of her head and slam my lips over hers, letting her taste herself. She whimpers, her hands sliding up my chest and going around the back of my neck, digging into my skin as she pulls me closer.

When I pull back, I smile at the dazed look on her face. Then I push her down on her knees, my sweatshirt cushioning her from the cold, hard ground.

She stares up at me, eyes bright with passion and want.

“That’s a good girl.” I cup her chin. “You’re fucking stunning on your knees for me.”

I pull my sweatpants down my legs, a growl of pleasure leaving me when I straighten and her hands roam over my stomach and hips.

She stares at my cock, her eyes wide.

“Oh,” she breathes. “I knew you’d be big. But I didn’t know you’d be this big.”

Her cheeks flush a deep scarlet as she bites her lip and stares up at me.

“I won’t hurt you.” My thumb swipes over her bottom lip, pulling it free from her teeth. “Unless you want me to.”

She looks down at my cock, slowly shaking her head. “Not yet. Not until I’m used to you.”

“Open your mouth, baby.”

She complies, and I put the head of my cock between her lips, relishing the feel of them. Her tongue swipes over the tip, licking my precum. I groan, my fingers gripping her silky brown hair.

Her hand wraps around my base, stroking me, as her tongue continues dancing around my tip.

“Fuck yes. Touch me. Suck on me,” I whisper. “I need it.”

Her eyes have a wild look in them as she takes me deeper into her mouth, her small hand still stroking what she can’t fit in.

“So good.”

She pulls back with a smile, trailing light kisses over my stomach, my dick, and down to my balls. I shiver, barely restraining myself.

But I want her to take charge.

This is where we differ from the book.

The hero took charge and dominated her. But I can tell Presley enjoys having control.

The Masked Man didn’t give it to her.

But I will.

She sucks me as deep as she can, then pulls back. Her eyes shine, a proud smile on her face.

I was right. She loves this.

She begins sucking me hard and fast, turning me into a quivering, panting mess. Then her fingers begin playing with my balls, and every muscle tenses as I focus on not coming down her throat.

Finally, I can’t take it anymore.

With a roar, I pull myself from her lips, my chest heaving.

She stares up at me, a satisfied smile on her face. “I need you, Hades.”

I grab her arms, pulling her to her feet. Then I lift her, pressing her back against the tree.

“Do you want me to use a condom?”