Page 71 of The Dollhouse

Carter snapped to attention the moment I appeared, his back straight and his green eyes sparkling. He said nothing, though I knew he hoped. If anything was dangerous, it was that thing named hope… but in this case, his hope was well-placed.

“Would you like to come in?” I asked, and as I spoke the question, his lips curled into a smirk and he pushed off the wall. Within the next moment, he stormed past me, heading into the dark room and instantly spotting Zoey and Lake on the bed, lying beside each other. I closed the door once we were all in, thereby shutting out any extra light.

Zoey propped herself up when Carter appeared beside the bed, running a hand through her hair, unabashed as both Carter and I ate her naked body up. Lake, on the other hand, kept his eyes averted, as if he could not believe he was about to do this.

I returned to my chair, leaning back as I watched the scene on the bed unfold.

“Well,” Carter spoke, practically growling out the word, “need a bit rougher of a fucking, Zoey?” As he spoke, he began to shed his shirt, button by button undoing it until he tore the entire thing off, baring his chest. Wide and muscled, he reached for his belt next, but Zoey stopped him by crawling to the edge of the bed and helping him out of it.

Even though I was not right beside them, I could hear the harsh breath that came from Carter’s chest. I knew how badly he wanted to tear into her, to fuck her into oblivion and make her lose all sense of self.

It would happen soon enough.

The moment Zoey had finished helping Carter out of his clothes, he practically pinned her to the bed, less than a foot away from Lake, hands roaming all along her, pinching her nipples, touching her between her legs, feeling how wet she was from her time with Lake. The breathy sighs that escaped Zoey’s lips made me wish I was on that bed with them, too.

Carter’s cock was thick and hard the moment she’d helped him out of his pants; I didn’t doubt he had been standing in that hallway, thinking about it, imagining her on her knees before him or in some similar position.

The scene I watched unfold before me was the most erotic, hot as fuck thing I think I’d ever seen.

Carter had flipped Zoey onto her stomach, pulling her back by her hips, forcing her ass in the air, making her keep herself up on her hands and knees. He pushed into her from behind, his body groaning as he filled her up in one thrust of his hips. Carter was an animal when he took her, bruising her sides as he jerked into her again and again.

For the first few moments of the fucking, Lake lay there, not watching, but Carter rectified that soon enough. He stopped his thrusting, bending over Zoey’s back, grabbing her by the throat and using his other arm to help move her, he literally picked her up and repositioned her near Lake’s cock, all while never having his own dick slip out of her. A talent, truly.

With a grunt, Carter released his hold on her, though not for long. The hand that had curled around her neck went to the back of her head, and he lowered it to Lake’s cock, wordlessly telling her exactly what she should be doing as he took her from behind.

Carter might hate Lake as much as I did, but when it came to sex, Carter was no gatekeeper, not picky in the least. He wanted Zoey to be put to good use, to have every hole on that body used up.

Lake turned his head, opening his mouth like he wanted to say something, but the moment Zoey took his cock into her mouth again, his head lolled back and he kept quiet, save for the occasional moan that left his throat.

How vanilla their sex life must be, if two orgasms had knocked him out like this already.

Zoey sucked him off while Carter took her from the back, not seeming to care at all that Lake’s cock was still coated in her own juices. It was a mess of limbs on the bed, a portrait of bodies all mashed together, hot and sweaty and groaning, and I could not get enough as I observed it all.

Time ceased to matter. I couldn’t count how many times Carter came, how many different positions he took with her—and thereby Lake. All I knew was that, eventually, the need to come was too strong for me, so I broke my silence, saying, “Zoey. Come here.”

Carter’s dick was currently slapping her in the face while Lake was embracing her from behind—he got used to the threesome quite quickly, once he overcame his reservations about it—and though it was the last thing either of them wanted to do, they both pulled themselves off her, which allowed the girl to crawl off the bed and come to me.

She stood before me, as beautiful and as tempting as ever, her pink hair slick with sweat. I leaned forward, running a finger along the space between her legs, catching the wetness there. Her natural juices, combined with cum from both Lake and Carter. Zoey let out a short gasp when I traced her slit, bringing the fingers out and offering them to her, just over my lap.

Her eyes met with mine, and she knew what she had to do. Zoey sunk to her knees before me, her hands touching my legs as she parted her lips. I shoved both fingers into her mouth, feeling her tongue glide over them, picking up everything that I’d collected.

When my fingers were clean, I pulled them from her mouth, working on unbuttoning my suit jacket and undoing my belt. Soon enough my cock was free, and it ached with the need for its release. Watching her for so long, depriving myself of my own orgasm as she lost herself in the act with both Carter and Lake… it was akin to torture. Pure, sweet, horrible torture.

Zoey’s head lowered, her mouth taking me in, and I closed my eyes and focused on the pleasure sweeping through me the mere moment her tongue touched my cock. Her mouth was warm, and she knew just how to suck to bring it out of me. I set a hand on the back of her head, fingers clenching in her hair. I chose the pace she took on my dick.

It was all too easy to lose myself in her, and I genuinely hoped that would never change. Not with any amount of time. I didn’t know what it was about her during that first meeting of ours, but I’d known right then: I had to have her. I had to own her in every way possible.

Look at us now.

I paid no heed to the two men that were left on the bed, every ounce of my attention on the girl on her knees before me, on her luscious mouth sucking me off as I face-fucked her from the chair. My balls ached, tightening up, threatening to spill out already.

Well, I supposed I was incredibly horny after watching her with her two other lovers.

But then—fuck it all—a noise rose up in the air, coming from my pants just past my knees. My fucking cell phone, at the worst possible time. Zoey went to lift her head off my cock, probably to allow me to answer it, but I kept her in place, holding her on my cock as I bent forward and snaked my phone out of my pocket.

I checked who it was, frowning at myself. With a glance to Zoey, I said, “Don’t stop.”

And she didn’t. With my hand on the back of her head, forcing her to keep her pace, she kept it up like a good girl.

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