Page 54 of Unmasking Mayhem (Behind the Mask Duet #2)
I keep going, refusing to stop until I feel her body writhe violently against me, the world closing in around us and the intensity of the moment crashing over all three of us like a tidal wave.
She collapses against me, breathless and spent, her body trembling as she clings to my shoulders for stability, while Hawk continues to kiss her neck, whispering reassurances that everything will be okay—the storm is behind us and calmer days lie ahead.
“Shit,” I breathe out, still swirling my tongue as if savoring the aftertaste of her release.
Placing one last teasing kiss on her pussy, I pull away to glance at Hawk, daring him to join in on this high, all of us entangled in a web we’ve intricately woven through our shared pain and past history.
“Your turn, Hawk,” Whitney breathes, her voice a sultry whisper filled with satisfaction. “Show me how much you want me.”
Hawk doesn’t need another word. He lowers himself down, brushing his lips along her thighs, taking his time as he breathes her in deeply, showing reverence for the moment.
I observe, consumed by a mix of desire and adoration, watching him devour her the way a starved man craves nourishment.
He eats her pussy until she comes again, panting and crying that she can't take anymore while also begging us not to stop in the same breath.
Back on my lap, I slap the tip of my cock against her swollen, soaked pussy lips, her breathing heavier and heavier, especially when she feels Hawk behind her, his cock poking at her ass.
I slide into her first, my eyes rolling back as her pussy squeezes my cock, trying not to lose control.
She eases up and down a couple times, taking me as deep as she can with her back straight and her head tilted back.
Hawk quickly strokes his dick, spitting into his hand to lube it.
Kneeling on the bed behind her, he pushes on her shoulder blades so she's flush against my chest, her ass spreading open.
He lowers himself and pushes into her slowly, a long, deep moan slipping from her lips and echoing in the room.
As Hawk sinks into her, the sound of our bodies colliding reverberates through the room, a rhythm steeped in urgency and longing.
I can feel the weight of the moment pressing down on us, the heat of our shared desire radiating like a beacon of light through the darkness that had haunted all three of us.
“God, you feel so good,” I murmur against her ear, my hands gripping her hips as we both find our pace, each thrust deepening the connection between us, tethering us closer together.
It becomes a dance of ecstasy—Hawk and I moving in sync, our bodies communicating an unbreakable bond, one that has thrived despite the wounds we carry.
“More… please,” Whitney gasps, arching her back, urging us on as if we were somehow the remedy to the scars left by her past.
I can feel her vulnerability mingling with her desire, though each thrust also feels like a declaration of power, a reclamation of what was taken from her. Hawk leans forward, wrapping his arms around her, his chest pressing against her back.
“I’ve got you, babe,” he whispers, his voice low, filled with a mix of lust and adoration.
The tenderness of his words juxtaposes the rawness of our actions, creating a beautiful chaos around us.
I pull her head down, capturing her mouth with mine once more, swallowing her moans as I thrust into her rhythmically.
Our lips move together like they were made for this, sealing a promise that whispers through the air: we will protect her, cherish her, and give her everything she has ever dreamed of.
The physical tension builds, pulsing through every nerve, leading us deeper into a state of rapture.
The slapping of skin fills the empty spaces in the room, and I can feel the tautness of her body as her pleasure builds once again, another peak ready to send her spiraling.
“I’m close,” she warns, desperation tinging her voice as she clings to us.
“Just let go,” I encourage, pushing harder into her, reaching deeper with each thrust as her body begins to tremble. "Fucking soak me, Little Mischief."
The desperation in her gaze flickers, desperation turning into delight as desire takes over, engulfing her entirely in its embrace.
“I'm close to filling this ass,” Hawk muses, grabbing her ass and slapping it, and the determination in his voice matches the rhythm of our bodies, a promise intertwined with every ounce of love and lust we share for her.
With that, we focus on her, our movements synchronizing as the tension builds to an inevitable climax.
Each thrust becomes more frantic, more passionate, as we push her closer to that edge.
My balls tighten, feeling heavier with each thrust; I know I'm close.
I cling to her, my hand wrapped around her throat with the other squeezing her breast and toying with her nipple ring.
Hawk holds her hips tightly, viciously pounding into her and ripping loud, passionate moans from deep within her.
“Fuck!” I shout, feeling her body tense around me as shockwaves of pleasure ripple through her.
She lets out a cry of pure ecstasy, trembling violently between us as she succumbs to the climax.
Her body pulses, and the tightness around my cock reaches a peak I have never felt before, drawing me further into the abyss of pleasure.
In tandem, a wave of heat washes over me as my release collides with hers, and our voices join in a chorus of gasps and moans.
Hawk pumps his hips, thrusting into her ass as he comes, watching as it drips out of her while he fucks her, his teeth sinking into his lower lip. I grunt, my toes curling until my feet cramp, but as Whitney soaks my cock, I spill my cum into her pussy, my body shaking through each wave of bliss.
Finally, as we come down from our high, I brush a gentle kiss against Whitney's forehead, feeling her chest rise and fall against mine, a warm reassurance that in our brokenness, we have found something unbreakable—a love that carries us through the tempest, igniting flames of hope amidst the chaos.
“Whenever you’re ready, we’re right here,” Hawk murmurs, his tone softening, a promise that lingers in the air—the assurance that we will face the aftermath of everything together, hand in hand.
And for the first time in what feels like an age, as I hold both Whitney and Hawk close, I believe we might just survive this together.