Page 26 of Dollhouse

He pulls out long enough to remove me from the counter and turns me around so I’m facing the mirror. With a hand on my back, he pushes me forward and props one of my legs on the counter so that I’m open even further for him. With a smirk on his lips, he feeds his cock back into my greedy pussy and fucks me without mercy.

One hand rests on my hip while the other rubs up the length of my leg until he reaches my center and finds my clit. He pinches my sensitive bud of nerves, rolling it around between his thumb and index finger. He plays me like a violin. My lips part as I scream his name over and over again like a mantra, white-knuckling the counter all while watching our reflection in the mirror.

His large, tattooed body behind my small frame, his mouth sucking my neck, one hand rubbing my tit and the other between my legs rubbing my clit furiously. We’re a fucking sight to look at. I have to stand on my tiptoes in order to reach him due to our height difference, and the ache in my calf is worth it.

Every thrust sends me closer and closer toward an orgasm that I know is going to be earth-shattering. I’m already dripping, I can feel my wetness on my thighs and the way our skin sticks together.

“Come for me, butterfly. Come right fucking now,” he demands with a growl, and right on cue, I explode around his throbbing cock, just as he stills and fills me with his warm cum.

I cry in pure ecstasy, my body going limp in his arms as he continues rubbing my oversensitive clit. My pussy milks him for everything he has to give me, my body jerking in sync with his cock while he rubs me through my orgasm.

King rests his forehead on my shoulder, his strong arms holding me securely and keeping me upright. I stare breathlessly at myself in the mirror.

With his cock still hard and inside of me, he carries us to the glass walk-in shower and steps inside.

Only once the warm water is spraying down our naked bodies does he drop me on my still wobbly legs. “Stay still, I need to taste you now.” He pushes my back against the tile wall, my back arching when it touches the cold tile.

With a chuckle, King kisses down my body until he reaches my core. He buries his face in my pussy and inhales deeply. My hands find his head, and I free his silk locks from the hair tie, letting my fingers rake through his wet hair.

Taking my right leg, King wraps it around his shoulder and latches his mouth onto my pussy. He sucks and slurps every part of me so roughly it’s as if he’s trying to suck my soul from my body.

The sight of him between my legs is the hottest fucking thing. Our cum is still dripping down my legs, but that doesn’t stop him from eating me like he’s a starving man at a buffet.

“Oh God, King! Don’t stop. Right there. Yes!” His velvet tongue flicks over my clit, once, twice, then he’s sealing his plump lips over my bud. He sucks it into his mouth, and I temporarily go blind from the pleasure. Two thick fingers push inside of me, and in no time, I’m seeing stars and floating away to another galaxy, high on King-induced pleasure.

King stands, his arms wrapping around me to hold me upright. A smirk spreads across his lips, and I lean forward and lick over his beard and his lips that are glistening with both of our releases. He pushes me back against the wall again, his fingers tangling in my hair, our lips coming together and our tongues massaging against each other.

He tastes like the perfect mix of both me and him. Holy fuck, this man is intoxicating. If I don’t get out of here right now, I’ll be in neck-deep trouble.

Somehow,we managed to shower, despite the fact we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. After eating me out, King fucked me again against the shower wall and didn’t stop until my voice was hoarse from screaming his name and I had no more orgasms left to give.

I was right about King; he was covered from head to toe in tattoos. The only tattoo-free parts of him are his face and cock.

I’ve seen the tattoos on the other two guys’ necks and arms, and I wonder if they’re fully covered like King.

After our shower, he kissed me, then went to his bedroom to get dressed while I stayed in mine. In the closet, I found jeans, a long sleeve t-shirt, and knee-high flat boots. The outfit was a perfect fit and totally my style. Again, I don’t want to know how they knew my size.

I’ve just finished twisting my hair into a French braid when King returns to my room wearing a knowing grin that screams he’d just been laid, and I know I’m wearing a matching one. Part of me can’t believe I’d been so easy. I met him last night, and here I am, already jumping on his dick the first chance I got. I’d never been that type of woman, but apparently for King, I am. The other part of me is perfectly content with my decision. They are trading me off to a rival gang and I am likely to end up dead, so why not enjoy some dick before I go? Not only did I have a stranger’s cock inside of me, but he was bare, and I let him come in me. What is wrong with me?

King caresses my cheek as he looks down at me with soft eyes. “What are you thinking about?” I look up at him and give him a soft smile.

“Nothing important.”

“No regrets, right?” I quickly shake my head and lean up to wrap my arms around his neck.

“None, I promise.” He dips his head and pecks my lips with a chaste kiss.

“Come on. I want to have some fun with you. Eli and Rowen will be out all day, so it’s just us.” He takes my hand, intertwining our fingers together, and leads me downstairs and outside into the crisp fall air.

Stepping outside confirmed my suspicion. We’re in a cabin in the middle of the woods. We’re secluded, no other cabins in sight, and I know we’re quite far away from town. “No one is around to hear you scream.” His warm breath tickles the back of my neck. I turn around to face him, crossing my arms over my chest.

“You can’t scare me, so stop trying.” He watches me with an amused grin.

“You’re different.” He leads me away from the cabin and further into the woods.

“Different from who?”

“From any other girl I’ve known.”

---