Page 97 of The Dollhouse

I had my hands on her legs, running them up and down them slowly, lost in my own head. Her skin was so fucking smooth it was unbelievable. Since I was me, I wanted to yank those little booty shorts off her and fuck her right here and now, slide my dick into that sweet pussy and feel her walls clamp around my length. Fuck, she drove me crazy.

In the beginning, I never could’ve anticipated how far things would go, how much I’d grow to care for her, pink hair and all. I’d thought she was just a fleeting fancy of Roman’s, but now I knew differently. Now I knew there was so much more to this. She was Roman’s, but she was also mine.

She was ours, even if we had to sometimes share her with that geek.

“Are you nervous?” I asked, glancing at her. “Or are you ready to kick some ass?” My lips curled into a smirk, and I knew the answer already: both. Zoey was ready to raise hell like she’d imagined all this time, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t also be anxious about it.

Still, she smiled at me, curling her fingers into fists and said, “I’m ready to kick some ass. But not literally. As fun as that would be—and I imagine it’d be pretty freaking fun—I have to go about this differently. This is Hillcrest, not the streets. Hillcrest doesn’t have any strip clubs or abandoned warehouses or dark alleyways you don’t want to walk in at night. I have to play it right, otherwise I’ll be nothing but a blip, and they’ll forget about me again.” Her jaw clenched. “Not this time.”

I knew the general idea was to embarrass her parents, but when it came to her sister, I didn’t know what she planned yet. I knew she had a possible boy she liked, but beyond that, I had no idea. I had no problems with Zoey leading that poor fool on, as long as she didn’t touch him, or let him touch her. You get the idea. Roman would go fucking nuts, too.

“It’s going to be interesting,” she muttered. “Did you know Hillcrest University only started allowing girls to enroll, like, ten years ago?”

My eyebrows came together. “Bullshit.” I might not be that smart, but even I knew that sounded fucking ridiculous.

Zoey laughed. “It’s true. Isn’t that insane? Up until ten years ago, Hillcrest University was only for the rich male heirs of this community, and the ones that had money from other states. Then they must’ve realized hey, girls can come from rich families too, and opened their gates to us ladies. It’s totally fucked up it took them this long, but since it’s a private university and not a public college, it was their choice.”

“Fucking stupid,” I whispered, and she laughed at me again, like I’d made the world’s funniest joke. Her laughter was… let’s just say I didn’t hate hearing it. If there was one thing I was forced to hear over and over, I would gladly it be her laugh. The sound made me feel content, and I couldn’t remember a time when I’d felt so content with my life and everything in it.

Sure, I never hated it, but not hating my life and actually being happy with it were two very different things. I respected Roman, I followed his lead, and when he’d taken me under his wing all those years ago, I never could’ve anticipated where we would end up.

I’d thought we’d stay how we were: Roman watching, being the voyeur, and me fucking whatever pretty face Roman wanted to see bent over in front of him. How could I ever have expected Zoey to waltz into our lives like she owned us?

She did, though. She owned me, she owned Roman, she owned that other nerd. We wouldn’t be here if she didn’t. Roman was not the kind of guy who bent over backward for any girl; up until Zoey, pussies were a dime a dozen. How crazily quick things had changed for us, for all of us.

“If you went to college,” Zoey mused, “what would you major in?”

I did not know if she genuinely wanted to know, or if she was just trying to fill the air with conversation. Either way, I found myself answering, “I don’t know. I never thought about it. College is not my thing. I fucking hated school. Wasn’t good at it.”

“Yeah, I get that. I was never great at it, but I was decent. When you come from one of the families around Hillcrest though, it doesn’t matter what you major in. When you graduate, you’ll just go into the family business either way, or be a trophy wife or some shit.” Zoey breathed in deeply, and I watched her chest rise slowly. “I didn’t really want to do either, even though it was expected of me.”

“I think you could be a trophy wife,” I whispered, my lips curling into a smirk as my hands started to roam up her legs, past her knees, towards her thighs. The skin under my fingers tensed, and I knew Zoey was aware of my intentions.

Just because Roman wasn’t in the room didn’t mean we couldn’t do a little screwing of our own. He liked to watch, yes, but we were past the point where he needed to be in the room, where he needed to watch each and every time my dick slid into that tight cunt of hers.

Zoey giggled. “Yeah? And what makes you think that?” Her legs on my lap spread slightly, allowing my wandering hands to travel further up, grazing the bottom hem of her shorts. So dangerously close to that pussy, so close, and yet not close enough. “Is it because you think I’m pretty?” Her full, luscious lips curled into a smile.

She knew I thought she was more than pretty, but I said nothing. Instead, I scooted away from her legs, turning to face her as my hands went to grab her shorts. I yanked them down, drawing the tiny things along her legs before dropping the shorts on the floor beside us. The dirty girl wasn’t wearing any panties beneath the shorts, and I felt the hunger in me spiral the moment she lifted her legs and set them on each side of me, so I was nestled between them. The perfect position to go at her while on the couch.

“I think you’re fucking gorgeous,” I muttered, bringing a finger to my mouth and licking it before lowering it to her apex, rubbing it along her slit and around her clit. Zoey’s eyes fluttered shut immediately, a low groan coming from her the moment my finger circled that tiny, sensitive nub of flesh.

“Carter,” she breathed out, whispering my name on her tongue like a prayer. Something special. Something she loved. Zoey was at my mercy, and I planned on making that pussy as wet as it could be before I pushed my cock into it. It was always better when she was aroused, when her inner walls were slick with her own wetness. “Lake should be calling anytime now.” That almost came out as a whine, but it was still music to my ears.

My smirk only grew harder, along with the cock in my pants as I played with her. “Let him call. I’m not going to stop.” That was a promise. Should that little nerd call her right now, I’d keep going, showering her clit with affection, running my fingers down along her lower lips and circling her entrance. I wouldn’t stop. I’d keep going, harder and harder at her until I slid my dick into her.

Yeah, let’s see if she could hold up a conversation with her other boyfriend while I was inside her.

Zoey could do nothing but moan when I slid a finger inside her core, finger-fucking her nice and slow. It was something I couldn’t do with my dick; the moment I was in her, the very second I felt her walls hug my length, I became a wild animal, pounding away at her pussy until I burst. I became a slave for the fucking, needing to push myself to the edge over and over until I wore myself out. And that took a while; my stamina wasn’t anything to laugh at. I could go all night, provided I’d gotten a full night’s sleep the day before.

I pulled my finger out of her, crawling over her as I brought my hand to her face, the finger coated in her slickness just before her lips. Zoey’s eyes cracked open, her mouth following shortly. She took that finger into her mouth, her tongue running around my finger, licking off the slickness. My cock was hard as steel, but it twitched in my pants, knowing she tasted herself. Nothing hotter than that.

Once I was certain my finger was clean, I returned my attention to the space between her legs, although this time, I brought my head down, breathing out onto her clit. She arched her back in anticipation, and I felt a rumble in my chest. To say I was hungry for this girl would be the year’s biggest understatement. I wanted to devour her.

My tongue flicked out, lapping at her clit, slowly drawing all the way down her slit to her entrance, tasting her arousal for myself. She tasted fucking delicious, and I couldn’t wait to get inside her, to feel her body writhe under mine. I assaulted her apex like I waged war, like I couldn’t get enough, like with each lick, with each flick of my tongue over that swollen clit, I won. Having her, having all of her, anytime I wanted… of course I was the winner here. Roman, too.

And then, as if she’d predicted the future, her phone rang. Her cell phone sat on the armrest of the couch near her head, and she let out an annoyed groan, though I wasn’t sure if that groan was meant for me or Lake.

I meant it when I said I wasn’t going to stop. She could chitchat with that weirdo, but I planned on continuing to taste her, to bring her to an orgasm so powerful she wouldn’t be able to talk to her other lover.

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