Page 84 of The Dollhouse

Both her shirt and her bra rested on the forest floor, utterly forgotten about.

“Now,” I told her, “take off the rest.”

Zoey slipped her shoes off one by one, not turning around to face me as she did so—which was fine. I’d gladly take a nice view of that round ass of hers.

Within a few more moments, she was completely nude, every inch of her bared to us and the forest around us. Her nipples had hardened into points, the air around us cool, but she would not complain. Why would she? She would get what she wanted after all: a rough, hard fucking of the Carter variety.

“Go to Carter,” I commanded, and as Zoey went to him, as Carter’s gaze ate up the sight of her tits and her stomach, I let my gaze fall to her backside. Ah, yes. That delectable ass. I did enjoy watching it being bent over and ravaged. “Get on your knees for him. Show him how much you want that cock inside you.”

As if she was in a trance, Zoey stood before Carter, gazed up at him with a mixture of lust and adoration, and dropped to her knees. The sight of her so willing, so eager, in the middle of the fucking forest made my lower half ache with longing.

It had been a while since I’d been inside her. Maybe we’d end this little sojourn in the woods with me fucking her against that tree, even though I’d rather not deal with the nature around us.

Her hands worked at Carter’s belt. Carter’s cock had been hard for a while; it needed no help springing into action. Within a few seconds, she yanked everything down, getting to the long rod he had. A single hand lifted to stroke it, and Carter let out a low moan. I knew his animal was moments from making an appearance.

It was that part of him I found entrancing to watch. A man letting loose, pile-driving a woman into oblivion; there was nothing fucking hotter than that.

Zoey’s mouth opened, her lips parting to accommodate his girth, and she ran her tongue around his tip, licking his precum, being a good girl, for once. Carter’s green eyes were hungry as he gazed at her, and in the next moment, he fisted the back of her head and pushed his cock deep into her throat.

When we’d first met, Zoey wasn’t used to taking a cock in the mouth so roughly, but now she was a champ, deep-throating him like no other. He rammed into her hard, and I could easily imagine how that mouth felt around his length. Tight, hot, wetter than anything—except her pussy. Yeah, I bet she practically dripped between her thighs already.

Her head moved with each thrust of his hips. Instead of her giving him head, it became Carter mouth-fucking Zoey. He moaned often, eyes glazed over in the heat of the moment.

My own cock, steel in my pants, begged to be let free, but I refused to give in to the urge just yet, preferring to watch, for now. The more I thought about taking her after Carter fucked her, the more I wanted to do just that.

Carter grunted, and I could tell he was quick to erupt. It’d been long for him, too—but his stamina was great, and that just meant he’d last longer when he was balls-deep inside her. His hips jerked, cock ramming itself into her throat. I saw the muscles on his hand tense, tugging at her hair harder as he came. I pictured that mouth of hers being filled with his hot, salty cum, and Zoey swallowed every ounce up, as greedy as ever.

Once his orgasm was done and he was again in control of himself, Carter yanked her head back, voice husky as he said, “Get up. By the tree. Give me that ass.”

Zoey was on her feet the next moment, heading to the thick tree. She set her hands on it, palms flat, bending her body a bit to give Carter better access to her from behind. Gravity pulled at her round tits, and I could not stop imagining myself in Carter’s place as he went to stand behind her.

His cock, slick with her saliva, positioned itself in the right place with no further guidance from Carter, and then he pushed into her, grunting, a man who, much like me, could never get enough.

It was like we were thrown back in time, like Carter, Zoey, and I were in back in the Dollhouse, and I was in my chair, watching, my mind alight as they got into it. Heat and fire, passion and fury; their fucking was wild and unrestrained. He was a slave to the way she felt, to how that cunt hugged the length of his thick, massive cock, and I was much the same—only a slave to watching.

There was an art to it. Not everyone could be satisfied simply by watching two others go at it rabidly. It took control, and I liked to think I had all of the control, at any given time. Sometimes, however, Zoey tested that. She tested me. But, frankly, I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Carter’s hands were on her sides, gripping her almost brutally as he pummeled the area between her legs. Her tits swung with every thrust of his body, and eventually she had to brace herself against the tree using only her uninjured arm; it was too much work for the one that’d been hurt.

Foolish girl. I’d known she wasn’t quite ready for this, but this was what she’d wanted, and now she was going to get more than she could handle. I swore, if I heard her complain that her arm hurt after this, I’d find a gag and wrap it around that gorgeous mouth while I punished her in other ways.

Really, I was a very giving man, but I could withhold just as easily. Make that body of hers cry out for its release and deny it for hours. That would be fun, at least for me.

As I watched them together, it was easy for me to forget about why we were here, to forget the rest of the world and its problems… to forget, just temporarily, that there was a group of men out there in need of bullets in their heads.

Oh, I’d fucking kill them. I’d make them pay for hurting Zoey, make them regret ever stepping foot in the Dollhouse that night.

Carter’s wide chest let out a low groan, and he rocked into her hard. His hips bucked, his ass cheeks clenching. His breathing came out rough and ragged, and his eyelids snapped shut as he came, filling that sweet pussy up with his cum.

“Pull out of her,” I ordered, voice husky, and Carter did so without hesitation. He stepped aside, and I moved to stand behind her, my gaze raking up her legs, zeroing in on that curved ass. Zoey herself couldn’t catch her breath, it sounded like, but she did not speak. I reached down for my belt, undoing it with a flick of my wrist, then the button and zipper to my pants. “Turn around.”

My cock strained, balls aching. Every single part of me cried out to get inside her, and do it now. My body would not be sated with a hand; it needed her cunt.

Zoey spun, and I took in her beauty as she did so, the giant tattoo on her side, the bright pinkness of her hair. So many things about her, so many things she’d only done to herself to put distance between who she was now and who she used to be—but I craved her all the same. Zoey Marbella was mine, and she would be mine forever.

“Lift up your good arm,” I ordered, and she reached for me, though her blue gaze did drop to my cock. She set a hand on my shoulder, and I lifted her up, getting a better angle for myself as she hoisted those legs around my waist. My midsection pulled away from her enough so that I could stick a hand down there and find her entrance. It was slick with her own arousal and Carter’s cum, so it wasn’t too hard to find.

Her head fell back onto the tree the moment I pushed inside of her. Beside us, Carter stashed himself away, fixing his pants, although he did not take his eyes off us. Myself, I was too busy watching Zoey, how her eyes met mine, how her lips parted as if to say,give me all you got.

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