Page 37 of Masked Mayhem

Tonight, she becomes ours again, but this time, she'll be ours at the same fucking time.

thirteen

Private Dance

Hawk (“Crow")

Luv Bug: Kevin Gates

I'monthefuckingbrink of losing all self-control, and I can tell Whitney senses it too. As she dances seductively on Raze and me, the mischievous glint in her eyes tells me she knows exactly what she's fucking doing, and she's reveling in it. The teasing look in her gaze sends my blood racing, and I can feel the unmistakable demand of desire, my pants growing tighter as my cock screams for release. I pull her closer, sliding her onto my lap, and her gaze flicks to mine as instinct takes over; she begins to rock against me, stoking the flames of my desire and making my cock even harder.

"Keep moving like that, and we might have to end this dance early," I warn, my voice low and gravelly, causing her to shiver with anticipation.

"I didn't really feel like dancing anyway," she whispers, sensually licking her lips as if to tease me further.

Suddenly, Raze stands and scoops her up, tossing her over his shoulder just like he did when he first got her out of the car. He nods for me to follow, and without hesitation, I do.

It isn’t long before we find ourselves in a dimly lit bedroom, a gentle breeze flowing in through the crack in the window. Gently, Raze lays Whitney back on the bed, and we gaze down at her, our masks casting an alluring glow that highlights her perfect figure. She waits patiently as we undress, her skimpy one-piece revealing just enough to feed my imagination. But fuck, I want more—I need to fucking see all of her.

"Take it off for me, Little Mischief," I command, my impatience evident as I stroke myself.

With a coy smile, she sits up and begins to peel off her bodysuit, revealing her golden skin that shimmers in the soft light. Seizing the moment, she stands and playfully pushes us down onto the bed, lowering herself to her knees in front of us, her hands resting enticingly on our thighs.

"What's this?" I ask, a smirk on my lips under my mask, already knowing the answer.

"I want you both to fuck my mouth," she declares boldly, savoring the tension in the air as she licks her lips, and damn, it fucking works.

I’m momentarily taken aback—this isn’t the shy, reserved girl I once knew. The Whitney I remember had beautiful eyes and an angelic soul. This new version is audacious, and I can’t fucking get enough of it.

"Don’t have to ask me twice," I chuckle, gripping the back of her head and tangling my fingers in her hair, guiding my cock toward her eager mouth.

As she glances at Raze, I slowly push forward, savoring the warmth and wetness as she envelops me, her lips creating a perfect seal around my cock. A low grunt escapes me, my legs trembling with the pressure as she begins to suck, her tongue swirling around me. Once she’s soaked my cock, I thrust my hips, driving deeper into her throat, giving her exactly what she asked for. And hell, she takes it so beautifully. The way she gags around me sends waves of pleasure coursing through my body, and I have to focus to keep myself grounded, her saliva dripping onto my thighs in thick strings.

Raze watches, his eyes dark with lust, his hand wrapped around his own aching cock, stroking to the image of Whitney gagging on my cock, head bobbing as she works me with equal parts hunger and skill, and it drives him fucking wild. He leans down, brushing his fingers along her back, savoring the curve of her spine as I grant him an inviting nod. It's his turn to claim her, and I can feel the charged atmosphere crackling around us as he moves closer, wanting to join in on the sinful indulgence.

"Don't stop, Whitney," Raze urges, his voice husky with need. "You’re doing so fucking well."

She looks up at him, her eyes alight with mischief as she carefully slides her mouth off me, slick and glistening.

"You want a taste too?" she teases, a playful glint in her eyes.

"I want more than your fucking mouth on my cock," he growls, a primal look flickering in his eyes.

Without uttering a response, she urges me to lean back further into the bed, making space for Raze to position himself right behind her.

"Just like that, little one," he growls encouragingly.

Driven by primal instinct, I grip her hair tighter, guiding her back onto my cock so she can continue to worship me while Raze takes his place behind her, ensuring she’s sandwiched between our bodies. With a smirk, Raze inches closer, his hands caressing her thighs before he teasingly spreads them apart.

"Look at how perfect she is," he murmurs, almost to himself, as he admires the way she stays poised on her knees, ready for us. The tension in the air thickens, a potent mix of our desire and her eagerness.

"I want you both," she breathes, and it’s a command we can hardly ignore.

Without a moment of hesitation, Raze positions himself, thrusting into her from behind as I guide her head down once more. Whitney gasps, the sensation sending tremors through her body as she loses herself in the dual pleasure of being filled. I can’t hold back the way my own body reacts; I thrust deeper into her mouth, synchronizing our movements, creating a rhythm that drives us all closer to the edge.

The sound of her moans reverberates around the room, mixing with the slick slapping of flesh against flesh as we dominate her. My fingers tighten in her hair as I increase the pace, loving the way I feel her muscles contract around me, how she struggles to adapt to the overwhelming sensations we’re inflicting on her. Raze’s hand finds my thigh, and he nods, a mutual acknowledgment of the pleasure we’re both experiencing.

“Let’s give her everything. Make her really remember this night.”

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