Page 59 of Masked Mayhem

As our mouths collide, fireworks go off around us, heightening our senses and igniting the mood to the point where I fucking need her now—all of her. I delve into her warm mouth, exploring every delicious inch with precision and curiosity, taking my time with her. I grind against her as she slides her hands down to my ass, cupping it and pulling me into her so she can feel the friction between her legs even more.

"Whitney," I moan against her lips, feeling myself giving in to the spell she has me under.

"Hmm?" she moans, turning her head to the side as my lips trace a line across her jawline down to her neck, my teeth gently nipping at her skin.

"You know I fucking want you, right?" I tell her, slipping my hand between our hot, anxious bodies and reaching up her shirt to play with her breasts, her nipples hard enough to cut glass as I pinch and toy with them, getting hard and even more turned on by the sound of her moans as they travel directly into my ear.

"I want you too, Havoc," she breathes heavily, her chest heaving as she feels my cock poking against the thin fabric covering her pussy.

"Let me fuck you, baby. Let me show you how good I can make you feel," I beg, needing every inch of her like the air I need to breathe.

"God, yes," she gasps, the eagerness in her voice igniting a fire in my gut.

The sound of her consent is everything I need, everything I’ve been waiting for, and the sheer intensity of the moment makes my head spin. Removing my hand from its playful torment of her breasts, I slide it slowly down to the hem of her skirt, fingers working deftly to bunch it up and lift it over the curve of her ass. Whitney's breaths come faster, choppy and desperate, and with every moment stretching out between us, the tension thickens to a point I can almost fucking taste.

“Are you sure?” I ask the question, barely a whisper, my heart racing as I pause, needing to know she’s completely ready for this. “I don’t want to rush you into anything.”

“Just fucking kiss me, Havoc,” she urges, her voice low yet demanding, my pupils dilating as the hunger within her bubbles over.

Without a second thought, I dive back into her mouth, swallowing her moans as I eagerly push her thong down over her hips, exposing her smooth skin to me. I trace my fingers along the edges, teasing just enough to make her squirm beneath me. I love the way she writhes, instinctively craving more of me, and it drives me fucking wild. With a light tug, I pull her thong down to her thighs, reveling in the sight before me—her body, soft yet fierce, the embodiment of everything I crave. I feel her heartbeat thudding beneath my palms as I glide my hands back up to her waist, savoring every inch of her.

When I look down, need and desperation tangle within my chest as I take in the smoothness of her pussy. The wish to claim her as mine floods through my veins, but I want to savor this—this moment where we’re fucking untouchable, caught in a whirlwind of passion and possibility.

“Please,” she breathes, her voice barely more than a plea, urging me on. “Don’t make me wait.”

I can’t deny her, or myself, any longer. In one swift motion, I position myself over her again, my body a mere breath away from hers as I lean in to meet her lips, my fingers trailing down to cup her pussy. I can feel her warmth radiating against me, and it sends shockwaves through my body as I brush my palm against her, teasing with soft touches that grow bolder with her whimpers.

“God, Whitney,” I groan against her mouth, my heart pounding as I feel her body arch into me, silently begging for more.

I glide my fingers between her warm lips, savoring the slick arousal that greets me.

“Just like that,” she breathes, urging me deeper, and I relish the way she melts beneath my touch.

I want to give her everything, and I want to take everything. My fingers dance and tease around her clit before dipping inside her tight pussy, pushing her ever closer to the edge with every thrust while I kiss and nip at her neck and shoulders, every touch intertwining with her soft gasps and moans.

“Tell me how it feels,” I demand, my voice low and rough, echoing the jagged edge of my need for her.

“So good… You feel so good, Havoc,” she replies, her voice tinged with a mix of desperation and ecstasy, pushing me further into a haze of lust and longing.

The evening hums around us—sounds of the party below, laughter mingling with music, but up here, it becomes a world entirely our own, our little bubble of desire and burgeoning intimacy.

I replace my fingers with my cock, aligning myself at her entrance as I stare at her wearing the blindfold, giving her a chance to back out if she needs to. But she shakes her head and moans in need, the fire in her sounds unmistakable, and I can't fucking resist any longer.

With a calculated thrust, I sink into her, slowly filling her up, and the sensation sends us both spiraling into raw bliss. Her wetness envelops me, molding around my cock like it was meant to be.

“Whitney,” I breathe, losing myself in the rhythm of our connection.

“More,” she gasps, demanding, almost pleading, her body arching to meet mine as I begin to move inside her, gradually building a pace that feels electric.

Each thrust pulls a gasp from her lips, igniting an inferno of desires that I thought I buried beneath the burden of our reality. I bury my face into her neck as I lose myself to the intoxication of our union, the world beneath us forgotten. It’s just me and her, and the rhythm of our bodies, intertwined in an unrestrained dance of pleasure. I thrust deeper, challenging both of us to embrace this moment fully, to cross into this new territory together.

“Fuck, you feel amazing,” I murmur, the words tumbling out of me as I intensify my pace, desire spiraling between us.

The way she moves in synchronization with me fills the air with soft gasps and whispers of pleasure that reverberate through my chest and drive me faster, higher, my cock so deep inside of her she feels the pressure in her stomach as the tip of my cock presses against the spot that makes her come undone.

“Just... like... that,” she encourages, her nails digging into my back as I ram into her, urging me for all that I have while her words spur me on.

I can’t hold back any longer. I channel everything I’ve been feeling—the urge to protect her, to claim her, to share this chaos of our lives, and to make her scream my name. With one last powerful thrust, I lose myself in her pussy, an energy surging through me like a wild river. I bury my head in the crook of her neck as I come, the moment pulsing through both of us like a fucking tidal wave.

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