Page 20 of Masked Mayhem

“Shh, just let it happen,” she whispers, reaching down to unfasten my pants to free my cock.

This isn’t how I imagined our first time alone together would be, but in this whirlwind of chaos, it seems fitting. My heart races as she pushes her hips against me, the friction of her body against mine sending electric jolts of sensation through me, my cock becoming painfully hard. Every inch of my skin feels alive, every nerve ending on fire as I struggle to keep my composure.

“Are you sure about this?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.

I need her to be certain, to know that in moments like this, everything—even our secrets—seems to blur and dissolve.

“More than fucking anything,” she breathes heavily, her breath hot against my neck.

The way she says it makes something primal stir within me, a desire that’s both intoxicating and terrifying.

“I want you now.” She bites her lip, looking down at me, a twinkle of need swirling in her eyes.

Just like that, the impossible becomes reality. My hands slide around her waist, pulling her closer as we devour one another with our lips—full of urgency, full of need. She's a firecracker, and I’m igniting every second we have as we contest against the world outside these four walls.

Our kisses grow deeper and more insatiable, and I can’t help but feel the weight of what hangs over us—our identities, our mission, and the choices that brought us to this moment. But in here, none of that fucking matters. It’s just us, lost in a whirlwind of passion, drowning out the chaos with every touch, every whisper.

Impatiently, I push her already soaked panties to the side of her pussy, swiping my fingers up and down her lips before I slide them inside her, watching her eyes flutter and her head tilt back ever so slightly.

"Ride my fucking fingers, Little Mischief," I order in a demanding tone that she responds to very well.

Without any objection, she begins to ride my hand, bouncing up and down on my fingers as I pump them mercilessly. Reaching up the front of her body, I hold her neck, sliding a third finger into her, watching her lips part as she comes undone before my eyes. Her nails dig into my shoulders as she finds her rhythm, riding my fingers like she's about to ride my cock.

"Fuck, you're drenched for me," I groan, pushing my fingers inside her pussy as far as I can, watching her writhe for me.

"Mhm, Cade, I need you," she purrs, lowering her lips to the side of my neck, ghosting them over my burning skin.

"Does my little dancer need my big cock to make her feel better?" I ask seductively in her ear, her tongue gliding along my collarbone giving me chills.

Her pussy clenches around my fingers as I continue to fuck her while she rides them, her wetness dripping down my fucking hand and soaking it. She moans again, a slight arch in her back as she nods frantically.

"Yes, Cade. I want your cock, please, let me give you the best fucking ride of your life."

Her promise rings like music to my ears, and so I pull my cramped fingers out of her tight cunt, shoving them roughly between her lips and pressing them against her tongue.

"Lick them clean, baby. I want you to taste yourself and tell me how fucking good it is," I demand in a rather dominant but playful tone, one she submits to without hesitation.

I grin, feeling her sucking right away, her eyes closed as she sinks onto my lap, her pussy resting on my cock. Thrusting my fingers in and out of her mouth, I surprise her by shoving them deeply until the tips tickle the back of her throat, and, to my surprise, she doesn't even fucking gag.

"You've been such a good fucking girl," I growl, cupping her pussy and rubbing my palm against her swollen clit. "Your cunt is already soaked for me, like it was made for my cock to fucking ruin, so if you're ready to be ruined and fucked like you've never been fucked before, sink on this cock, Little Mischief, and give me the ride of my fucking life."

She flaunts a seductive smirk, making my cock leak little beads of moisture around the tip. Without using her hands, she slowly and teasingly slides down my shaft, her lips parting as my size stretches her, and she doesn't stop until her pussy swallows every inch of my dick.

"Jesus, you're so fucking tight. Are you sure you can take it—take all of it?" I ask, worried I might hurt her.

She nods, wiggling her hips to bury me deeper inside her. Slightly arching her back and bringing her feet up, planting them beside my thighs on the couch, she clings to my shoulders and begins to bounce up and down, taking every inch of my dick without wincing.

I cup her ass, helping guide her movements as we become lost in the utter bliss of the intimate connection, both watching ourselves in the mirrors all around us.

"I can handle it, Cade. I can take all of it... just watch," she teases, licking her puffy lips before I grab the back of her neck and forcefully bring her mouth to meet mine.

The kiss is her distraction from the short amount of pain she feels at first, but when she's used to it, her inner freak comes out and she truly begins to ride my cock, hard and fast, taking me as deep as she wants.

Her moans mingle with the pulsing music coming from the club outside, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through me. Every thrust is filled with urgency, an insatiable desire ignited by her enthusiasm. I can barely keep up with the rhythm; she’s relentless, her body a symphony of heat and tension that builds with each movement.

The way she rides me, I can tell she’s embracing her own hunger, and that realization makes my fucking heart race even faster. Right now, nothing else exists—no drug tests, no hidden motives, and definitely no blood on our hands. It's as if the world outside has completely faded away.

“Fuck, Cade! Just like that!” she pleads, her words driving me to push harder and deeper, my hands gripping her hips with a possessive urgency.

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