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The Halloween Party - Finale
🕑 Added 2025-11-05 22:00:06 +0000 UTCI hadn’t expected it. Not really. I was rummaging through Brody’s drawer — for laundry, or maybe just out of nervous habit — when my fingers brushed against the cold metal again. The mask. The same silver mask that had started it all.
My pulse quickened, cock twitching despite myself. Memories flooded back — the dark room, the bathroom, the way Brody’s lips had felt against me, how he’d whispered my name, how his hands had claimed me like he always wanted to.
A shiver ran down my spine. I didn’t hesitate. I grabbed the mask, holding it in my hands, letting my imagination run wild.
Then I felt him behind me. Brody. Warm, steady, impossibly close.
“Found it,” I murmured, voice low, husky.
He smirked, eyes dark, knowing, dangerous. “Do you want me to wear it?”
I nodded before thinking. “Yes… and… maybe reverse. I want you to be the one in control this time.”
His grin widened. “Oh, you have no idea.”
He put the mask on slowly, deliberately, letting the silver glint catch the light, making him untouchable and intoxicating all at once. I pressed against him immediately, hands tangling in his hair, tugging him down for a kiss. The mask prevented his lips from touching mine, but he shoved me against the dresser, pressing his body into me, chest against chest, hardness grinding into me.
“You like this, don’t you?” he teased through the mask, voice muffled but commanding.
I groaned, biting his shoulder, tugging at his shirt, desperate for every inch of him. My hands slid under his pants, cupping, squeezing, teasing. He moaned, hips pressing harder, grinding against my hand.
“You feel so good,” he whispered. “So wet, so ready.”
I couldn’t resist. I tugged him closer, pressing my mouth to his neck, kissing and sucking, feeling his hands grip my back, my ass, holding me tight. Every motion was messy, desperate, needing. My cock rubbed against him, slick, twitching, desperate.
“Mirror,” I gasped suddenly, tugging him toward the bedroom mirror.
He followed eagerly, hips pressing mine, grinding while we watched ourselves reflected — two bodies desperate, craving, messy and wet with sweat, pre-cum glistening, every curve, every muscle, every inch of skin claiming the other.
“You like seeing yourself with me?” he murmured through the mask, grinding harder, fingers gripping my hips.
“Yes,” I moaned, hips bucking into him, chest heaving. “I… I love seeing you… like this… with me.”
He chuckled low and rough, tugging my hands behind my back, pinning me against the mirror. I gasped as he shoved me closer, pressing his cock into my ass, teasing, circling. My body shivered with need, desperate, every nerve ending on fire.
Then, finally, he slid inside me. Slow at first, just a push, a test, but enough to make me tremble. My hands clawed at the mirror, nails scraping, breath catching. He rocked into me deliberately, hips pressing, hands exploring, masking both dominance and care.
We moved together, slow, messy, passionate, groaning, moaning, wet with desire. My hands finally found his shoulders, tugging him down into kisses, tugging at the mask, wanting more — wanting him.
“Ethan…” he whispered, voice muffled through the mask. “I’ve wanted this… you… all along.”
“Me too,” I gasped, trembling against him. “I… I can’t stop wanting you.”
We kissed, teeth and lips, skin sliding, bodies slick, hands tangled in hair, hips grinding, cocks hard and needy, every thrust bringing us closer to the edge.
Then came the climax — long, messy, full of moans, bodies shuddering, sweat and pre-cum mixing, pressed against the mirror, tangled together, every nerve ending firing, hearts racing, bodies trembling. I came first, shoving into him, moaning, and he followed, groaning my name, shuddering into me, slick and sticky, sweat and desire coating us both.
We collapsed into each other afterward, breaths ragged, chests heaving, skin sticky, hair mussed. The mask was still on him, but I didn’t care. I pressed my forehead to his, hands tracing his chest, feeling him, holding him.
“I think…” I murmured, voice low and tender, “this… isn’t just lust.”
His hands cupped my face, tilting my head up. “No,” he agreed, voice soft but certain. “It’s… love. Disguised as obsession… but love.”
I smiled, breathless, pressed my lips to the mask again in a soft kiss. “Then I’m yours. Completely.”
He leaned into me, silent, letting the mask glint in the reflection, and we stayed like that, tangled, sticky, satisfied, knowing we’d crossed the line — and we wouldn’t ever look back.
The mask had started it all… and now, it didn’t matter. It wasn’t just a game. It was us.
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