Tyson’s POV
I’ve always had a problem.
It wasn't the sort of thing I admitted to anyone, but it had followed me for as long as I could remember.
I like being watched.
Not simply noticed. Not some accidental glance. I mean, truly watched — someone’s hungry eyes locked on me while I stroke my thick c**k, knowing exactly what they’re seeing. The thought alone makes my pulse thunder and my c**k twitch with dirty excitement.
There’s something about a stranger’s gaze, especially a woman’s, that flips a dark switch inside me. I know how f****d up it sounds. Most people would call me a pervert, and they’d probably be right.
But the worst part? Knowing how wrong it is only makes me harder.
When I moved to this quiet mountain town in western North Carolina, I started hearing stories about th
