Page 90 of The Dollhouse

Carter rolled his eyes, stepping away from Roman. “Why don’t you show your appreciation in other ways, hmm?” A single eyebrow rose at that, and he started to undo his belt, his movements jerky. He moved to stand before the couch, whipping off his belt and working on the buttons on his shirt. With each passing moment, his thick cock grew in size, becoming harder and harder in his boxer briefs.

The heat low in my stomach that had formed the moment I’d seen them walk into the club spiraled and threatened to explode. I flicked my eyes between Roman and Carter, licking my lips in anticipation. Carter was definitely a sight to behold, especially when he was undressing. With his muscles and his monster of a cock to match, he was more than enough to sate any hunger inside of me and then some.

I went to Carter, dropping to my knees before him the moment he’d whipped off his shirt and dropped it to the floor, his sculpted chest and abdomen on full display. I brought my hands up to his pants, undoing the button and zipper and pulling the pants and boxer briefs down in one shot. Within the next few moments, his cock was exposed, all thick and veiny and reddened.

My eyes traveled to Roman, who’d sat back to watch. With his suit all black and the light dim, it was hard to see, but I knew he had his own bulge, his own cock becoming steel in his pants. I’d swallow up every ounce of cum in both their bodies a dozen times if I had to. I needed them to come to Hillcrest with me. It’d be a hell of a lot more fun that way.

With my focus back on Carter and his thick monster of a cock, my tongue snaked out and lapped at the tip, causing the man himself to shut his eyes and let out a moan. You’d think, with how he acted, it’d been ages since we were together, but it wasn’t. Carter was addicted, and I was more than happy to fulfill his needs.

His hands hung at his sides, fingers flexing, and I knew he was dying to wrap those hands in my hair, pull, and take charge, force that dick in my mouth and fuck it long and hard. There was a difference between giving head and getting face-fucked, and usually starting off with the former only ended up becoming the latter after a few minutes when it came to Carter.

I took his length into my mouth, lifting a hand to him, pulling the skin taught at the base before starting to rock my head back and forth, running my tongue up along the underside of his cock and swirling it around the tip. The deep-throated groan that left Carter’s throat the next moment told me I was doing everything right.

After all this time, of course I knew what the man liked. This wasn’t my first rodeo, and it wouldn’t be my last.

My head bobbed along his length, the only thought in my head about pleasing Carter. Knowing I was the one who was causing all those delicious and manly groans to leave him filled me with a pleasure I couldn’t describe… and made me squeeze my thighs together in anticipation. I couldn’t wait to feel his cock in me.

Carter took control in the moments before he came, as he always did. His fingers weaved through my hair, pulling it tight, but I was too focused on his cock to wince much from the dull pain of getting my hair pulled. His hips began to thrust, pushing his cock deep into my throat—something I could take like a champ now. In the beginning, when I wasn’t used to that thick, veiny thing filling up my mouth and throat, I’d gagged, but just like most things in life, you could learn to control your gagging reflex.

It came in handy when you had such big dicks in your mouth on a routine basis, trust me.

The moan Carter let out right then put all his previous sounds to shame. Guttural, low, rough; all that and more. He jerked his cock deep into my throat, spilling himself in me, and I swallowed every single drop he gave me, guzzling him down like he was the drink I needed. Thick and salty, I only tasted his cum because he started to pull his cock out of my mouth—only so he could tear off my clothes, bend me over before Roman, and fuck me wild.

Exactly how I liked it. Exactly how I needed it when I was with them.

Carter took a step back from me, and as he yanked me to my feet, I ran my tongue along my lips, catching Roman’s eye. Well, technically, I had his eye from start to finish. I had his dark, devilish stare each and every moment we were in the same room. I commanded his stare, just like he commanded my body. An even exchange, really.

Positioning me before the couch, Carter tore at my outfit like he couldn’t get it off me fast enough. His hands worked at my clothes, dropping them to the floor piece by piece until I stood before him stark naked, my thighs warm, my lower gut burning with desperation. Carter’s emerald gaze dropped to study me, taking in the curves of my body, the space between my legs, the pebbled points of my nipples. His gaze ate me up, an expression of pure need on his handsome, rugged face.

Oh, yeah. He was going to fuck me hard. Maybe even harder than usual.

“How do you want her?” Carter asked, his voice next to unrecognizable since it was so low.

On his chair, watching, Roman took his time in saying, “Bend her over the couch and fuck her hard, Carter.” The usual position we took, in other words. Sometimes Roman wanted a different scene; sometimes I got him to watch me riding Carter instead, but I didn’t think it had the same oomph to it.

There was something so primal, so erotic about bending over and letting a man have at you from behind. Something so sensual about surrendering and letting him decide how to fuck you, giving him total control. Not saying I didn’t like being in control every now and then, but it was nice to close my eyes and lose myself to the way my body reacted to uniting with Carter’s.

Taking my arm, I was led to the left side of the couch. Carter spun me around, set a hand on my back and pushed me down so that I bent my top half down over the leather couch’s armrest, exposing my backside to him. Roman, from his position in the room, would be able to see us both while we fucked.

My eyelids closed the very moment Carter ran a rough hand down along my spine, spreading my cheeks shortly after. My inner core hummed in anticipation, my walls clenching as I waited to feel the first prodding of his tip against my entrance.

Carter’s length was slick from being in my mouth, still hard as ever even though he’d come once already. When I said that man had stamina, I meant it in every way. He could probably fuck all day and all night and never get tired.

Anyway, his cock needed no further lubrication. With one push from his hips, his length slid into me inch after inch, filling me up in a way I’d almost forgotten. It was amazing how full I felt when he was inside me, how my body always seemed to forget what it was like, and then the next time I was with him, it was reminded by that same cock.

I let out a ragged breath, while Carter muttered a low, “Fuck, Zoey. You feel so fucking good.” He didn’t start moving right away. He remained motionless, his cock twitching inside me, as if he had to memorize how good my body felt around his.

And then, just like that, it was over. Carter began to fuck me, and he fucked me like he’d never fucked me before. Like a wild animal, a creature who didn’t know how to be gentle. Gentleness was not in his nature.

Hands on my sides, fingers digging into my skin so hard they’d leave marks, Carter fucked me long and hard. His hips jerked behind me, pushing his thick member as deep into me as it could go. I swore I could feel his cock all the way up in my stomach, like every part of me was going to explode with the addition of his dick. My arms kept me upright, my ass in the air, but it was so very hard for me to hold onto the side of the couch, to not let my knees give out from the assault.

It was harder than you think, you know, staying upright when a man pumped relentlessly from behind, hitting your body with his cock in such a way you could barely remember to breathe. I would never complain, though. Never.

I imagined what Roman must see: me, bent over the armrest of the couch, and Carter behind me, pile-driving me into said couch. The sight we must be, our naked bodies covered in sweat, my tits swaying with each thrust of the powerful hips behind me, how Carter’s cock looked every time it slid out of me. I bet it was fucking hot.

The thought of how we looked combined with how fucking spectacular it felt led me to my own release. An orgasm swept through me like fire, setting alight every muscle in my body. An incoherent moan escaped me, loud and full of bliss, my fingers digging into the leather below. My inner walls clenched tight, and I knew Carter could feel it, because right then, he let out a sound that mirrored mine.

I rode the high of the orgasm for a long time, my body refusing to come down, every part of me alight with pleasure. All logical thoughts left my head, and a single thought took their place: more. I wanted more. Give me more. All of it, all the time, constant. When I was with my guys… I could forget my past, the regrets, the girl I used to be. I could forget it all. I could simply be the new Zoey, the one who wasn’t ashamed of what she felt or what she wanted.

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