Page 80 of The Dollhouse

By the time I was free of all my clothes, my cock was rock hard, standing straight at a respectable length. Yeah, that’d been something that was on my mind too, knowing she routinely saw other dicks. I mean, it wasn’t like I wanted to have an anaconda between my legs, but I did not want to ever feel inferior when it came tothat.

Who knew I fell into the dick-sizing contest a lot of other guys seemed to be obsessed with, too?

Not that I looked at Carter’s… let me stop myself right there, before things get weirder.

I helped Zoey out of her shirt, extra careful around her arm. Her chest sprang free, nipples hardening with each passing moment. Then I lay her down beneath me and took off her shorts. Small, lacy panties sat underneath, and those came off shortly, too. Clothes aside, now there was nothing but our bodies and the need to be one.

“I need to be on top,” she said, and we switched positions so she was the one straddling my naked body. She ran a hand down my chest, leaving a trail of fire as she went, and she bit her bottom lip, a ridiculously seductive gesture that made my dick twitch.

Even if she wasn’t injured, she liked taking charge every now and then—I think because Roman never let her when he was the one doing the ordering around. I didn’t mind. She could ride me however she wanted and I’d happily go along with it. Me, complaining about sex with Zoey? That would never happen, not in a million years.

She lifted up her midsection, reaching for my cock with her good arm, that hand of hers stroking its length a few times, making me throw my head back on the pillow and moan. Just feeling that smooth hand on my length was practically enough to make me burst. She felt amazing, no matter what it was she did.

Zoey said not a word as she positioned my cock and sank down onto it. A breathy sigh escaped her when I filled her up, and I couldn’t stop the same kind of sound from leaving me. Being inside her, it was too much. I didn’t understand how my body could take it at all, not without bursting immediately.

Yeah, she felt that good. Or maybe I was just that in love with her.

“Zoey,” I spoke her name, hands finding her thighs as she started to ride me with an agonizingly slow pace, “I love you.”

“Say it again,” she mimicked me from moments earlier, riding me harder, quicker.

A low, steady throbbing began to build in my balls, feeling her ass come down on me again and again, her body flawless as she bounced on me, tits heaving. Her pink hair was everywhere, the tattoo on her side just one more piece of what made her the girl I loved.

So of course I willingly said it again: “I love you. I love you so much.”

Her head fell back, and she began to fuck me at a much faster pace, the bed below us shaking with our lovemaking. Watching her take charge, staring at her perfect body… I felt myself inching closer and closer to an orgasm—an orgasm that would happen far too soon.

Instead of focusing on my pleasure, I moved a hand off her thigh and started to rub her clit while she rode me. If I put all of my attention onto her, surely it would help push off my impending release, right? I mean, you never know. It was worth a try, and I liked to think I was a generous guy when it came to sex. It was never all about me, me, me; she got enough of that when she was with her other boyfriends.

The sound Zoey let out right then told me I was doing a good job, and I put all of my effort into touching that swollen nub while she focused on riding my cock. The pressure inside me was almost too much to ignore, but I refused to have my orgasm before she did. After what she’d been through tonight, or, technically, last night, she deserved all of the orgasms her body could take.

Her breathing hitched, and the bobbing along my cock started to become erratic. I felt her inner walls clench, and I knew she was about to lose it. I watched, eyes glued to her face, as Zoey came with a ferocious force, her top half shuddering as a loud cry left her. She stopped riding me for only a few moments, and then, when she’d ridden the high of her orgasm, she resumed her pace, eyes locking with mine as she rode me to my own completion.

My hand slipped away from her, and my other hand let go of her thigh, giving her full rein over my body. My hips wanted to jerk, to drive my dick deeper into her, but I stopped myself, laying there and taking it.

She was a sight to behold. Beautiful and gorgeous in every way, even with that bright, pink hair—which required a lot of maintenance, something I didn’t really understand until after we officially started dating. She seemed to love the pink hair almost as much as she loved her pink sneakers, so I didn’t think she’d be giving it up anytime soon, but I was fine with that.

Whatever she wanted, I was here for it all.

Zoey jerked her ass down hard onto my length, and I lost it. The pleasure I’d held back all this time exploded, unable to be contained any longer. Searing hot bliss poured through me, a low groan coming from me as I felt my cock twitch inside her. Every part of me was on cloud nine, riding high as I emptied myself into her.

Damn. I breathed hard. I’d never get used to that. Never.

She hummed a sigh of approval as she laid down on top of me, my dick still buried inside her core. Zoey cuddled against my chest, her skin hot on mine. “That was nice,” she murmured against me. “We should do it again.” She rested her chin on me, staring at me, a sly smile on her face. “Would you be down for putting on another show for Roman?”

Her question nearly made me choke. “Uh, I don’t know… maybe? When you’re healed—” That would buy us some time, wouldn’t it?

“Awe, but it would take my mind off of everything else going on,” Zoey whined, batting those big lashes of hers up at me, and almost instantly, I felt my resolve weakening. She had me wrapped around her finger, without a doubt.

I honestly didn’t know if I’d want to do it again. I mean, sure, I’d thought about it, but a part of me still thought it was weird, this whole thing. Just because Roman, Carter, and Zoey were free with their sexuality didn’t mean I had to be, too.

But then again, I was already in over my head when it came to our unique relationship anyway, so what was another show for Roman? Maybe the guy would end up changing his mind and liking me after all.

Maybe he’d stop calling me a boy and giving me dirty looks whenever I was around.

Or maybe not. Guess we’d have to wait and find out.

Zoey

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