Page 35 of Bitten By Zombie

“Nowhere to run now. You’re mine.”

His words hit their mark and the seriousness in his eyes let her know he would not be gentle.

“Get on your hands and knees,” he growled the order and she complied.

Zombie stepped up to the bed between her feet which dangled just off the edge. She watched over her shoulder as he shoved his jeans down just enough to get his dick out, then yanked her back by grabbing the cover and pulling until her knees were barely on the mattress.

With one hand, he shoved her head into the bed. She felt his face hovering over her pussy. Anticipating his tongue, she moaned just as he spit. He rubbed it in with the head of his cock gliding up and down along her slit.

“Fuck, Rabbit. You didn’t even need that. You’re soaking wet for me, aren’t you?”

The question was rhetorical, or so she thought until he stilled.

The fingers of the hand holding her head to the bed fisted in her hair stingingly.

“Are you wet for me, Rabbit?”

“Ye…yes.” She tried to impale herself on his cock, but he moved back with her ass.

“All for me?”

“Yes,” she moaned.

“Only for me?”

“Yes. Please, Zombie.”

“Wayne, Rabbit. Say it. Only for Wayne.” His words were gravel as he rubbed the head of his cock along her pussy again.

“Wayne. Only for you, Wayne.”

He surged forward with such power her knees lifted from the mattress.

“Fuck yeah, Heidi. Say it again. Whose pussy is it, Rabbit?”

He was pummeling into her so hard that she felt him touch places no one had. At least not with the same result. She was dancing that edge already and from the sounds Wayne was making, he was right there with her.

“Yours, Wayne. All yours.” Her vision was tunneling, and she was about to blast off.

“Fuck, Heidi.” His pace got impossibly faster as he surged inside one last time, emptying himself, triggering the butterfly effect. “Mine. Forever.”

In the throes of a cataclysmic orgasm, she may or may not have screamed his name followed by yes, forever.

They stayed frozen for what felt like an eternity. His cock pulsing inside her, hand still fisting her hair tight enough to be more on the painful side as she came down. Her face smashed into the bed, making breathing in the great gulps of air harder and harder.

The first sensation she focused on was the slight burning sensation inside her thigh on the right. She realized it was his zipper. He’d rubbed the skin raw with the metal teeth.

A giggle bubbled up from deep inside her. Ear impressions last night and zipper teeth today. What would tomorrow bring?

“Shit, babe.” Zombie released her hair and bent down to kiss where his hand had been. “Sorry, didn’t realize.” He stepped back and slipped from her body, disappearing to the bathroom.

Didn’t realize how tight he held it or how long? Either way, she wasn’t mad about it. She wasn’t into pain of any kind, except apparently with him.

She needed another shower but was afraid her legs wouldn’t work. While waiting for her muscles and bones to turn back into solid mass, she enjoyed the show. Zombie left the bathroom door open, and she watched as he removed his foot. Using the landscape and rails in the bathroom to enter through the shower door and disappear from view.

A realization hit her.

She was the one who saw limitations to him having a prosthesis, not him. He moved with fluidity and…well, it seemed natural, second nature. The same way it would to her to walk on two legs.

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