Page 13 of Masked Mayhem

“Good answer,” Havoc murmurs, and in one swift motion, he plunges deeper into me. "You're such a good fucking girl."

The sensation is overwhelming, burning, and electric, like I’m being filled with heat from the deepest core of the earth. I gasp, my back arching off the bed as his massive, pierced cock stretches me perfectly.

Crow shifts closer, the bed dipping, watching our connection with what feels like a predatory gaze, and I can feel his fingers intertwine with my hair, gripping gently as if to pull me further into this heated moment. The dual sensations of having two strong, powerful men preening over me send shivers coursing through my spine.

“Relax into it,” Crow whispers, his breath hot against my ear, sending bolts of excitement spiraling through me. I nod, quickly adjusting to the delicious weight of Havoc’s body above me.

I sink into the feeling as Havoc sinks into me, focusing on the rhythm as he begins to thrust, building a pace that sends waves of pleasure racing through me. Each thrust pushes me closer to the edge, colliding perfectly with the expertise of Crow’s hands as they roam my body, consuming every inch of me as if I were this fragile piece of art on display.

“Yeah, that’s it, let go," Crow encourages, kissing down my neck to my collarbone. "You look so fucking good like this, completely lost in us."

“Fuck, I can’t hold back much longer,” I admit, the pressure mounting within me with every stroke. "Please, I want to come."

"Not yet," Havoc responds possessively, his grip tightening as he makes each thrust deeper, more desperate, as if he wants to claim every part of me. “Not until Crow feels how tight and wet this cunt is. Not until we fucking say so.”

A playful pout forms on my lips, but I find it almost impossible to maintain composure with Crow’s skilled mouth worshiping my skin while Havoc’s relentless pace sets every nerve ending ablaze. Each sound, each movement only serves to build the urgency within me—a tidal wave I can already feel cresting.

“Then fuck me, Crow,” I urge, my voice tipping into a gasping plea, desperate and hungry. “Make us all come together.”

Both men hesitate for just a moment, most likely exchanging a look as if feeling the exhilaration bubble between them before devotion takes over.

"Together, then," Havoc growls, drawing back slightly, only to plunge deep once more, tightening all the muscles in my body.

Quickly, as my pussy starts constricting around his cock, he pulls out of me and rolls off my body, letting Crow take his spot. The difference between them is clear and a nice change from what I was just given. Unlike Havoc, Crow's cock is thick and slightly shorter, while Havoc's is long and not as thick, but both make me feel things I've never felt before. Both of them stretch my pussy out in ways I've only dreamed of.

Crow positions himself at my entrance, his breath mingling with mine as I’m left in a haze of anticipation. With a teasing growl, he pushes forward, filling me up in a singular, blissful motion. The feeling is immediate and intoxicating, like the world’s sweetest drug coursing through my veins. My eyes roll back beneath the blindfold, drowning in pleasure as he sinks into me, settling deep and filling me in ways that leave me gasping for air.

“God, you’re fucking perfect,” Crow whispers, his tone reverent as he pushes deeper still, eliciting a soft moan from my lips.

I can feel the weight of Havoc’s gaze on me, watching with an intensity that only heightens my desire. “Does that feel good?” he calls out, his voice low and gravelly.

“Yes, fuck! So good,” I respond fervently, my body arching to take him even deeper; the rhythm is almost dizzying now.

Crow picks up the pace, plunging in and out of me in a deliciously decadent rhythm, while Havoc, now kneeling beside me, leans in to pepper kisses across my exposed skin.

“Look at you, taking both of us so well,” he murmurs as he wraps a hand around my throat, his grip firm yet gentle, maintaining that addictive tension.

I can feel Crow picking up the pace as the sound of skin slapping against skin fills the air. My body responds instinctively to every thrust, arching up into them both, needy and desperate for every ounce of pleasure they are willing to give me.

“Tell me what you want,” Crow commands, the fire in his voice sending an exhilarating shockwave through me.

“More… I want more. I need to feel you both—please don’t stop,” I cry out, the urgency in my voice cracking as I feel that tight coil of ecstasy winding between my legs.

Havoc chuckles, his tone dark and playful. “Oh, we’re just getting started, Little Mischief.”

With that, he slides down my body, kissing a path from my neck to my chest and finally to my aching breasts. His mouth closes around my nipple, his warm tongue swirling against my sensitive skin, while Crow continues to dive deeper into me, drilling at that perfect angle that makes the tip of his cock brutally collide with the sensitive spot inside me, the one that always makes my legs quiver before I soak the culprit.

I’m aching with pleasure, already on the brink, as their warm bodies crush against mine. Crow’s thrusts are unyielding, pounding deep into my pussy as Havoc switches back and forth between sucking and licking, teasing my breasts mercilessly.

“Can you take it all?” Crow breathes, his voice laced with a mixture of challenge and desire.

I feel like I’m floating, my mind moments away from shattering into sheer bliss. “Yes, I can take it. Fuck, I want it all,” I gasp, feeling myself tighten around Crow's cock, clenching the way my body craves them.

Both of them seem to sense the frenzy building inside me, intensifying their movements. Havoc's mouth never falters in its mission, while Crow picks up speed, turning that rhythm into a driving force that threatens to consume me whole.

“Come for us,” Havoc urges, his breath hot against my skin and his voice simmering with lust. “Let go and feel everything we’re fucking giving you.”

With his encouragement ringing in my ears, I feel that familiar wave of pleasure cresting, ready to topple over. I gasp as he sucks harder, and the sensory overload sends me spiraling towards that exhilarating edge with a ferocity I can barely fucking comprehend.

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