Page 70 of The Dollhouse

There was something to be said about being able to bring a man out of his senses, to get him so far out of his own head, away from his own overactive thoughts, that he was nothing but a hungry beast below you, ready to devour whatever it was you decided to give him. I relished the power I had over these men, how their bodies craved mine; it was an addictive drug I never thought I’d know the taste of, and now that I did, I’d never skip a dose.

I broke our lip lock, lifting my hips off his cock; it was rock-hard again, ready to spear me. Reaching down between us, I grabbed his hard shaft and stroked it once, causing Lake to jerk on the bed below me. With a smug smile on my face, I positioned his cock at my entrance, slowly sinking down on it. A content sigh left me as he filled me up.

This. This was where I should always be, with one of them, full of their cock with nothing but pleasure on my mind. This was heaven on earth, no doubt about it.

Roman watched with a serious expression, his dark eyes hardly blinking as he stared. My hips began to rock along Lake, dragging his length in and out of me as I started to bounce along, setting my own pace with my hands flat on his chest. I imagined Roman’s cock was a steel rod in his pants, begging to be let out, to be stroked and touched, licked and sucked. The mere thought was almost enough to make me come, so I let my mind keep wandering as I rode Lake.

I imagined Roman whipping his thick length out, his rough hand pumping up and down it, precum dripping from its tip as he stared daggers at us. He still hated Lake’s involvement with me, but he wanted to watch me unravel more, to watch me lose myself in sensual bliss more.

The moment I picture Roman’s release, I ground harder down on Lake, picking up my pace, panting as I pushed myself and my body, propelling myself to my own orgasm. Hot, searing pleasure exploded within me, my inner walls tightening as my toes and fingers cramped up. A cry left my lips as my head fell back, and for a second, all I could do was revel in the sweet satisfaction, the carnal high that only came with a big O.

Sweat lined my brow, but once the orgasm faded, I picked up the pace, meeting Roman’s stare across the room. He’d leaned forward, almost eager as he observed. Though the lighting was dim, though I couldn’t exactly see, I knew he had a raging boner between his legs.

This was what he liked, and fortunately for me, it’s what I liked, too.

Lake lasted a while, probably because I’d just sucked him off. The taste of his cum was still in my mouth a bit, and I worked hard to bring him to his second release, alternating my pace every now and then to mix things up. His blue eyes were open and on me, his lips parted as he breathed hard. His hands found their way to my hips, and he started to move me how he wanted; I let him, figuring he’d help lead me.

His back arched below me, and suddenly his hips jerked. The body underneath me tensed, his eyebrows coming together and his eyelids slamming shut as he groaned, filling my body with his cum. The groan that escaped him was earth-shattering, the trembling of his body under me something I’d never forget.

I watched him come, and even when he was done, I remained straddling him, his dick still buried deep within me. I whipped my head around, meeting Roman’s stare. That man looked like he wanted to eat me, and I squirmed on Lake’s cock, unable to help it.

Forget the old Zoey. The new Zoey was here to stay, and she had three men to keep her occupied.

Chapter Twenty-One – Roman

Zoey was something else when in the act. No longer her normal obstinate self, no longer radiating the defiance she usually held; she was a terrible beauty, an animal with pink hair and tattoos.

My eyes remained on her the whole time, though I did see Lake more than I wanted to since he was entangled with her on the bed. I’d come to the conclusion Lake and I were just too different; we would never truly get along or see eye to eye when it came to anything other than Zoey herself.

But that was fine. Lake wasn’t for me. He was for Zoey, and she seemed to be putting him to good use.

She currently straddled him, her chest rising and falling in the dim light, her eyes on me, expectant, watching me for my reaction. Zoey had to know what I felt, how badly I wanted to rip her off Lake and have her to myself. Sometimes I was okay with watching, other times I wanted to finish with that mouth wrapped around my cock or her tight cunt.

That, or I wanted to invite Carter in here and let the man do what he so desperately wanted to do. Carter always wanted to fuck her, and I couldn’t blame him for that. She was the most addictive thing I’d ever encountered in my life, and having her be mine was not something I would trade for anything.

I got up, strolling over to the bed, ignoring the tightness of my pants near my crotch due to the aching cock nestled inside. Zoey’s gaze fell to the bulge, and she licked her lips, hungry for it. Though Lake looked uncomfortable at my sudden closeness, I didn’t let that stop me from sitting on the edge of the bed and reaching for her face, running the backs of my fingertips along her cheek.

Her skin was on fire, the heat seeping through her flesh and into mine. The blueness of her eyes seemed darker in the room, her pupils dilated in desire and sheer, utter lust. She still had Lake’s cock inside her, but if I had my way, it would not be the only one going inside her tonight.

“Beautiful,” I whispered, my fingers trailing along her chin now, my thumb grazing her bottom lip. “If I invite Carter in here, would the boy under you object?”

Lake’s head had turned away from me; he refused to look at me, though he did mutter, “I like to think I’m a man, you know?”

I turned my stare to him, unimpressed as my hand fell away from Zoey’s chin.

She bent over Lake, her body pressing against his chest as she whispered into his ear, “Well? Do you want to call it a night, or do you want to keep going?” She’d crawled so far up his chest that his cock slipped out of her, and I glanced toward it, finding it glistened with the juices of their fucking.

“Honestly,” Lake whispered, “I’m not sure how much longer I can go… what do you want to do?” He should’ve known the answer to that; he shouldn’t even have asked that silly, pointless question. Of course, Zoey wanted to go on. Her body liked being used… if she was not sore between the legs the next day, it was not a full enough night of fucking.

“I want to stay,” Zoey spoke, kissing his cheek, “but if you want to go, we can go.”

I rolled my eyes, shaking my head a bit. Such tenderness, such caring… it really was disgusting. I did not understand how she could like him and Carter and me at the same time; we were fundamentally different, down to our beliefs.

Lake was quiet for a moment, and I imagined him weighing the pros and cons of this. If he stayed, he would undoubtedly see and hear someone else fucking her—that was a far cry different than letting me watch their union. Would he get jealous? Would he never look at her the same way? However, I could imagine he also knew Zoey wanted to stay, so could he suck it up for her, do this one thing for her?

“I guess,” he started, “I guess we can stay…” He didn’t sound too sure, but I wasn’t about to weep over him and beg him for the truth.

No, instead I got off the bed, my cock still straining against my trousers, and headed to the door. I flung it open, spotting Carter leaning against the opposite hall wall, having already taken their coats somewhere else.

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