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And, God, she was gorgeous. Just when I thought I had her image imprinted in my brain, I saw her again in person and was reminded that memories were nothing compared to the real deal, to having Zoey here with me, her naked body above mine.

Zoey took hold of my dick once again, this time laying it flat upward along me. She brought her body down, rubbing herself against the underside of my length and causing me to shudder and groan. She ground down on me, breathing harder. Her lips appeared swollen and red thanks to the head she’d given me, but never had I seen a more beautiful sight.

As she ground down on me, she lowered her mouth to my neck, kissing a line down to my collarbone and then back up again on the other side of my neck. She sucked at the base of it, hard and long enough to give me a hickey, but I didn’t care. She could mark me up however she wanted. I’d just wear collared shirts to class and work. It’d be fine.

I couldn’t say how long we were like that, how long she dragged it out and built up the anticipation of finally being inside her, but eventually she stopped showering my neck with affection and lifted her midsection off my throbbing dick. She reached down between us, guiding my cock to her entrance. Even before she sunk down on me, I could feel her arousal. She wanted me desperately, that much was clear.

A deep-throated sound came from me when her pussy took me in, and I went to grab her thighs and squeeze, the pleasure of being inside her immediate and all-consuming. Every time I forgot just how tight she was, how good it felt to be one with her, I was reminded. Her pussy was like a slice of heaven, made just for me.

Well, for me, Roman, and Carter, but that was beside the point. They weren’t here right now, so it was just us. Besides, I shouldn’t be thinking of either of them while I was in her. I should simply enjoy the alone time we had together.

Zoey set the pace, being the one on top. She stared down at me through half-lidded eyes, pupils dilated in hunger. With every rock of her hips, her tits bounced, along with her hair. She was entrancing, hypnotizing, everything that made me all too happy to release control. She could take the lead whenever she wanted when we were together. She could be in control, put on a show, do whatever it was she wished. I was a slave to her, and I never wanted to see a day when I wasn’t under her spell.

She didn’t grow tired. She kept up the pace, sweat lining her hair and face, her skin slick with perspiration. Her cheeks had flushed, and I’d bet any money I looked just as out of sorts as she did, red in the face and needy for more, only a whole lot less gorgeous. Because she was. She was utterly gorgeous, and I didn’t know what I’d done to deserve her.

I didn’t how long it was, how long I lasted until I came again, but this time the orgasm took hold over every muscle in my body. My back tensed, everything, all the way down to my toes. The moan that escaped me right then was more like a grunt, an incomprehensible sound that in no way resembled any word known to man.

Zoey didn’t stop. She rocked those hips, dragging my dick in and out of her pussy over and over with a quick rhythm, riding me through the orgasm, making the pleasure in me last longer than it should’ve. My dick emptied in her once again, the tip twitching as it spewed cum directly inside her.

She bent her top half down, murmuring, “I love watching you unravel under me, Lake.” If said anywhere else, I might’ve laughed, might’ve chuckled and told her that I knew she liked that, but the orgasm still had a hold of me, so I could say nothing.

I could say nothing for a long while, actually. Zoey kept riding me, and maybe it was with the knowledge that she could, in her words, unravel me, but she rode me until she threw her head back and let out a cry. Until her inner walls tightened and clamped down on my length, her lower half’s movements jerking. Her hands curled into fists on my stomach, and then she rolled herself off me, my cock sliding out of her as she cuddled up against my side, her skin on fire.

“I’m glad you’re here,” she breathed out.

I held onto her, at ease, closing my eyes as I replied, “Me, too.” I didn’t tell her about going to visit Wyatt, and I didn’t know if I would. If he showed up sometime this weekend, I would obviously have to tell her, but if he never came, I didn’t think it was pertinent, that she had to know. After all, I hadn’t done it to be sneaky; I did it for her. If he never came, I doubted he’d be ready to talk to her or see her again before she came back home permanently. She had to do that favor for Markus, but I assumed that wouldn’t be for too long.

What I did know, from my limited, outside perspective from this whole thing, was that this weekend was going to be something else. Something that would hold everyone’s attention in Hillcrest for a while. Zoey had told me people here loved to gossip, and to destroy her family’s name and their prestige in this city she would make a public spectacle no one would forget.

It was going to be big.

Chapter Fourteen – Roman

The house was ready. The waitstaff Markus had hired on my account was busy setting up trays for food and drinks, along with setting the stage. We had the house redone in order to better accept guests, along with decorated to go along with the masquerade theme. Sparkling lights were strung along the ceiling, mixed with dark draperies that gave the house an eerie but sensual appeal.

I observed the staff for a while, but then I headed upstairs, where Zoey was getting ready. She had an audience in her room; both Carter and Lake sat on the bed, right next to each other. Of course, when I strolled in, Carter leaped up from his position, as if he didn’t want me to see him relaxing so close to the boy.

I think, by now, we were all past that point. For fuck’s sake, I’d let her put on a show for someone else, something I had sworn I would never let her do. But I was not a man who kept his woman in a cage… as much as I wanted to. She was just feisty enough to fight me on things; at first, it was Lake, and then this. I understood she felt like she needed to do this, in order to put her family behind her.

And murder was still not on the table. A pity. From what it sounded like, her bitch of a sister needed a bullet in her head. Not only had she tried to come onto Carter here, but she’d also invited the Oakes to the family dinner, trying to catch Zoey off-guard, which she’d succeeded in doing. By that time, though, Zoey had been ready with her own gotcha moment, with that video.

Zoey stood before a mirror, wearing a floor-length black dress. Its length sparkled in the light, the rhinestones silver. It was strapless, hanging low on her back, and I knew exactly what she wore beneath that dress; she’d modeled it for us all last night while practicing what she’d do once the house was full.

Carter came to stand by me, leaning his back on the wall, folding his arms over his chest. I couldn’t take my eyes off Zoey. She was putting makeup on, having already curled her pink hair into gentle waves I could easily imagine Carter pulling on as he fucked her from behind. My cock stirred at the thought. I wanted to kick Lake out of the room and have one last private show.

There’d be a public one later tonight, you see, and I was feeling quite annoyed about it all. The whole point of buying the Dollhouse was so Zoey wouldn’t dance on stage again for strangers, and yet she would do it in this fucking house tonight.

“Everything going okay downstairs?” Zoey asked, turning to glance at me.

I nodded. “Everything’s just about done.” After everything was set up, it was just a waiting game for the first guests. We’d bought extra masks, just in case some people tried to roll in not wearing them. I had gotten matching ones for us—and by us, I meant Zoey, Carter, Lake, and me. Sleek and black, they matched our outfits.

Minus Lake’s, because the boy still wore a Superman t-shirt like the boy he was. Zoey had told him he didn’t need to dress up, which I didn’t agree with, but he was Zoey’s lover. Not mine. If he was under my control, I would have his yellow hair trimmed, his clothes picked out, and an athletic regimen set up for him. One punch to the gut and he was knocked out, the weakest link out of us all, clearly.

“Good,” Zoey said, returning to her work. “It’s just about time.”

Lake spoke up, “Nervous?”

“Normally, I’d say yes,” she paused, breathing deeply as she stared at herself in the mirror of the corner of the room. “But now… now I don’t know. I think I’m just ready for it to be over for good. I’m ready to say goodbye to this place.”

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