Page 108 of The Dollhouse

I dropped my hand from her neck, bringing it to her chest, which heaved with heavy, ragged breaths—and I wasn’t even inside her yet. I tore the fabric of the dress enough to cause her tits to spring free—the dress had some padding, so she’d opted out of a bra underneath. Once those magnificent tits sprung forth, the nipples hardened instantly, and I brought my hands to them, running my palms over those pebbles and causing her to moan. I slid a knee between her legs, bunching up her dress a bit.

That would get torn, too, but one thing at a time.

Her lower half started rocking a bit on my leg, like she was rubbing herself along me while I touched her chest. Her hands went to my suit, but she didn’t go to take it off. She simply stood there, taking what I gave her, so very clearly wanting more.

Once I worked her up enough through her tits, I reached down to the slit on her side, tearing it more. The new tear would allow me better access to the most important part of her, and she wouldn’t have to hold it up like she had to when Carter had fucked her earlier. By then, my cock had turned to steel, more than ready to feel that sweet pussy around it, and I worked to free myself after hooking my thumbs through her panties and tugging them down her legs, where they fell to her heels.

Zoey clumsily stepped out of her panties while I got myself out, and the very moment my cock was free, she pulled off her gloves and let them fall to the floor. She went for my cock, her slender hand wrapping around its base before stroking it once and bringing out a low, guttural sound from me. Her hand on me was unlike anything, so soft and sure with her movements. It felt fucking spectacular.

But it wasn’t her pussy, and her pussy was what I wanted right now.

I took her wrist in my hand and pulled it off my cock, guiding myself to her slick entrance with the other. Zoey whimpered as I pushed into her, her eyelids flickering shut as I filled her up. Being inside her was like coming home, fucking amazing. It was like her body had been made for me, like I’d waited all my life to stumble across a dead-eyed girl at the Dollhouse who, in turn, had been waiting for me. We completed each other, and now I couldn’t imagine a life without her.

My body leaned against hers, and I had to brace myself against the car behind her in order to get a better angle to fuck her. My hips took on a quick pace, and I fucked her hard. I fucked her like I hadn’t fucked her in forever—and, in a way, it had been an eternity. It always felt like that when it came to Zoey.

Only her body made me want to do more than just watch. Only Zoey made me want to participate and have her for myself. She felt fucking amazing, better than ever, and maybe it was because I’d seen her in her element, but I wanted her even more than before.

Grunts escaped me as I thrust into her, as her pussy tightened around my cock. Her legs spread before me as much as they could while she remained on her own two feet, her arms curling around my neck to hold herself up. She needn’t worry too much about that though, for my body pressing against hers as I fucked her was all she needed to stay upright.

I couldn’t say how long we remained there, fucking against the side of the car, but it didn’t matter in the end. We had no place to be tonight after that party, and her body and cunt screamed my name. I fucked her long and hard, hoping to ease the hunger in me and the annoyance in her that her parents had made me feel.

“Fuck, Zoey,” I whispered out, hips jerking against her, “why do you feel so good?” I held onto the car’s top so hard I swore the metal bent from my strength. “It’s like your pussy was made for me.” Keeping one hand on the car, the other still held onto her neck, and my grip on it tightened as I added, “Tell me who you belong to.” I needed to hear it. I needed to hear her say it again.

Whereas the Zoey I’d first met might’ve fought a bit, might’ve tried to deny me, this Zoey whimpered out, “You. I’m yours, Roman.” Her admission made me fuck her harder, and she let out a cry when it turned rougher.

“Yes,” I hissed out. “You’re mine. Your mouth is mine, your pussy is mine, every single part of you is mine. Don’t you ever fucking forget it.” As I told her this, I felt the telltale signs in my body that I was ready to let loose. My balls tightened, my cock twitching inside her core.

I came with a vengeance, roaring out my pleasure as I emptied inside her, spilling my cum into her cunt. My muscles tensed, and the hand around her neck tightened even more as the orgasm took hold of me.

Once the feeling had passed, I took my time in pulling out of her and putting myself away, fixing my clothes. All the while I watched her. Her skin slick with sweat from our fucking, her makeup had smeared a bit. Her dress was unsalvageable, but that didn’t matter. It would be thrown into the trash and forgotten after tonight, anyway.

She did not even try to put away her tits, instead bending over and grabbing her panties off the concrete floor. Zoey swayed on her hips a bit, her legs unsteady in the heels after that fuck, but she managed not to fall over, and together, we went into the house and found Carter had waited up for us both.

He saw Zoey’s state of dress, his brown eyebrows lifting at me. While Zoey headed upstairs to change, I scowled at him. “What?”

“Nothing, nothing,” Carter said. “Remember the days when I did all the fucking?”

He followed me into the kitchen, eyes on me as I retrieved a glass and got myself some water from the refrigerator’s dispenser. “We both know that time has passed,” I said, taking a sip. The time where Carter and I chose random women from the Dollhouse and paid them for their time and their bodies was most definitely long gone.

Carter didn’t argue with me. He folded his arms over his chest, his mouth curling into a frown. “How did it go tonight? I expected you two to be gone a lot longer. You weren’t there that long, were you?”

“She drew a lot of attention with that hair,” I muttered. Now it was my turn to frown. You’d think she’d come to the party in a fucking clown costume with how people had looked at her. Now, I wasn’t a fan of the pink myself, but that didn’t mean I thought less of her just because she had different hair color than most of the civilian population.

He chuckled quietly. “I bet.”

“We met her parents. They were… worse than I expected.”

His eyebrows shot up again. “Really? Worse? How the fuck is that possible? With how Zoey described them, I was expecting some rich cunts, but they wereworsethan that?” He shook his head, as if he didn’t believe me.

He’d meet them eventually, and then he would understand just how far her parents’ heads were tucked up their own asses.

It was with that thought in my head that I said, “They were. They tried to make her feel bad for running. They also assumed she would be moving back in with them.” I ground my jaw. Over my dead body would I allow that happen.

“Fuck that,” Carter muttered. “She isn’t going back to them. She’s with us now.”

“They will soon realize that.” I believed that embarrassing them and knocking down their social standing in the Hillcrest community was the entire point of being here. Her parents, as ridiculous and superior as they sought to be, would soon see that their darling daughter was not here to mend bridges.

She was here to burn them.

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