Page 149 of The Dollhouse

“Markus wants this… event to be a masquerade, for whatever reason. We need to go to the store and find some masks. He told me a few places that have some in stock,” Roman said, mostly talking to Carter, even though I was there, too.

A masquerade, huh? That was where everyone wore masks. I was pretty sure my prom had that theme, but no one wore masks. Yeah, back in high school, everybody was lame and trying too hard to be cool.

“You guys go, grab me one. I’ll wait here for Zoey,” I spoke, not wanting to go anywhere with them. Could you blame me? Going out of this house with them would be basically like going to a secondary location, where they could dump me in a ditch somewhere and leave me for the crows. I still wouldn’t put it past them.

Just because Zoey trusted them didn’t mean I did.

Roman let out a grunt, while Carter shot me a glare, as if he was jealous I might get more Zoey time. To which I’d remind him that he and Roman had been here with Zoey this whole time, minus when they had to leave for a job.

Yeah, I’d heard all about how they’d missed the dinner with Zoey’s family, how her sister had invited the Oakes, her ex’s parents. I wished I could’ve been there, but I just couldn’t abandon everything indefinitely. I’d do anything for Zoey, but I still had to work for the future I wanted.

They left shortly after that, which meant I was alone in this big, fancy house. All by my lonesome. I ate a little something, got something to drink, wandered the halls of the house, checked out Zoey’s bedroom and found myself laying on her bed. The sheets belonged to whoever owned this house and rented it out, but they smelled like Zoey, and I inhaled the scent, closing my eyes, wishing time would speed up so I could have her here alone.

I knew she liked being surrounded by me, Carter, and Roman, but I still think I preferred our alone time the best. With any luck, the stores that sold the masks were not in Hillcrest, so Roman and Carter would be gone for a little while. That would mean I’d get Zoey all to myself.

I might’ve dozed off a bit—caffeine did next to nothing to help keep me awake, apparently—because the next thing I knew, I heard a feminine voice squeal, “Lake! You’re here!” And then the bed bounced when that same girl tackled me.

Yawning, I went to wrap my arms around her, holding her close, as if she would pull away from me. Zoey made no moves to get off me, and for a while, we lay there on her bed together, neither of us saying a single word.

It was nice. I missed holding her. I missed having her in my day to day life, and I couldn’t wait for her to come home.

“I thought you weren’t coming until tomorrow,” Zoey muttered against my chest, and I held onto her tighter. She propped up her face on my chest, gazing up at me, love and adoration in her stare.

“I wanted to surprise you,” I said, smoothing out her pink hair, fingertips finding her chin and bringing her face up to mine. I kissed her, my lips one with hers, the slow, steady passion inside me ready to burst. I rolled us so that we both lay on our sides, which let her wrap one of her arms around me, her body molding against mine.

Once the kiss was over, she whispered against my lips, “I love you.”

“I love you more,” I murmured. And then, because it’d been so long, I found myself saying, “If Roman and Carter are still gone, we should make use of this time, don’t you think?” I grinned, and she gently poked one of the dimples on my cheeks.

“You know I’m always down for that,” Zoey purred out, licking my bottom lip before sitting up on the bed and starting to shed her clothes. She said not a single thing as she got naked, baring herself to me, and once she was free of her clothes, she ran her hands up and down her body, cupping her own tits in a way that instantly perked the dick between my legs.

I went to sit, and then I crawled off the bed. It was easier for me to get naked while standing, and it didn’t take me too long to do it. Zoey watched me all the while, eyes full of lust and hunger, and every second that passed, my heart beat faster. I loved this girl so much, I never wanted another situation like this again, where she had to be somewhere for an extended period of time without me.

Once I was free of my clothes, I started to crawl on the bed, but Zoey stopped me by swinging her legs off the side of it and sliding off, dropping to her knees before me. I stared down at her, swallowing hard, knowing exactly what she planned on doing down there. It reminded me of the last time I’d been here, when Roman had told me what to do. I’d done it. I’d done it, and it had felt… well, amazing, honestly.

But Roman wasn’t here. It was just us.

Her eyes locked with mine, and she brought a hand to my dick, running her fist along it once. As she stroked me, my eyelids shut and my head nearly fell back. God, it felt so good. I’d forgotten just how great it felt.

Zoey said nothing, giving no warning. Within the next moment, I felt her warm mouth take me in, her tongue running along the underside of my dick. She paid special attention to the tip, sucking and licking and bobbing that head along my length just right. Low groans came from my chest, primal sounds that I couldn’t stop even if I tried to.

And I didn’t, because this was heaven. Zoey was heaven. She knew exactly what to do to make me feel like coming instantly, and I had to work hard on keeping myself in check. I didn’t want to come so soon, but then I supposed that meant the sex could last longer.

I wasn’t like Carter, though. I couldn’t just keep going and going and going like that pink bunny in the battery commercials. Eventually, I got tired. Sooner or later, my dick got worn out. Zoey, on the other hand, was much more like that bunny than I was. She could go, go, go and never get tired.

I cracked my eyes open, staring down at her, watching her pink head bob along my erect length, watching my cock disappear in her mouth the same moment I felt how tight her throat was. She could take every inch of me in, and every time my tip curved with her throat, I wanted to erupt. So tight. So wet. So warm. Just like her pussy, that sweet space between her legs.

Holding myself off for as long as I could, my hips started to rock of their own accord. I could no longer stave off the orgasm, feeling my balls tighten in what was a sign of my impending release.

It hit me hard, and I could say not a single word as the pleasure swept over me. It threatened to bring me to my knees. I just barely was able to stay standing, letting out a low groan when I felt my dick twitch inside her mouth. I couldn’t warn her. I couldn’t do anything.

The orgasm took hold of me, cum shooting out of my cock, spewing into her mouth. Hot, searing pleasure gripped my insides, my body tensing and my heart beating fast. I emptied myself in Zoey’s mouth, and she guzzled my cum down like she couldn’t get enough.

And when I stopped shooting my load into her mouth, Zoey pulled her head off my length, sparkling blue eyes staring up at me.She did not break eye contact when she ran her tongue around my tip like a lollipop, like the best, most delicious candy she’d ever had the pleasure of tasting.

A slow smile curled along her lips, and she got up, throwing her arms around me and pulling my head to hers. She kissed me hard, her tongue pushing into my mouth. She wanted me to taste myself on her lips, on her tongue, and thanks to the high of the orgasm still lingering, all I could do was take the passionate kiss and the added taste of myself.

The kiss didn’t last long. Zoey broke the kiss, panting, pulling me toward the bed. She swung us around and pushed me down. I crawled back on the bed, laying down and watching her crawl over me, straddling me. She flipped her hair back, the gesture causing her chest to bounce and, obviously, my eyes to fall to those round, perky things. They drew my attention like nothing else.

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