Page 15 of Zombie's Howl-O-Ween
I opened my mouth, giving him access to thrust his tongue inside and tango with mine. I nearly fainted when he accepted my invitation. The sounds of our frenzied kissing made my entire body sizzle.
Brandon Adam’s possessed me in ways I’d only imagined happening, but not with only his lips. I tingled down low, excited for so much more.
I couldn’t wait to find out what he could do to me with his dick.
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She tasted like sweet and spicy apple pie moonshine. What was shocking was I didn’t like anything apple, but I did when it was on her tongue.
A groan rumbled in my throat as I devoured her mouth. Given my sensory issues, I was happy her tongue didn’t gross me out. It would have been embarrassing if I gagged when she opened her mouth and reached her tongue towards mine.
But I didn’t gag. I actually liked kissing and tasting her…
Sweet and spicy.
Warm and wet.
Apple pie moonshine…
“I will never get enough of you,” I said against her mouth.
“Don’t make any promises. You haven’t even seen me naked yet. You might change your mind.”
I reared back and took her face in my hands. “Why would you say that?”
“Because it’s true.” She shrugged. “I’m nothing like the skinny club girls you’ve been with. There’s a lot of me, Brandon.” She patted her stomach and was obviously out of her mind if she thought I didn’t know what was under her black dress.
“Show me.” I slid her off my lap and steadied her on her feet.
“What?” She blinked her brown eyes, appearing unsure of my request.
“If you’re so worried I’m going to change my mind, show me what I’m not going to want.” I wasn’t blind and knew exactly what was under Trixie’s clothes. She was a curvy, plump woman, exactly how I liked her.
I also liked the warmth in her voice and in the depths of her brown eyes. She paid attention to my requests and never forgot what I said. Every day I saw her at the deli; she showed me that I mattered to her. She was a kind and caring woman. And not only to me but to everyone she served.
It was the size of Trixie’s heart that meant more to me than the size of her pants.
“Um.” She worried her bottom lip between her teeth. “You want me to take my dress off?”
“Yes.” I didn’t like her being nervous or afraid of me. She should feel safe and comfortable. We’d have to change that.
“This isn’t exactly how I imagined my clothes coming off. Like I had all these grand, sexy ideas.” She placed her hand on her chest and inhaled a deep breath.
“Is that a rental?” I was three seconds away from ripping it off her. Whether it was a rental or not didn’t even matter. I’d pay whatever the price was to replace it.
“What?”
“Never mind.” I reached for her hand, spun her around and let go. Trixie went tumbling onto my bed and landed with a giggle.
“Brandon! You’re totally not how I imagined. Pleasantly so.”
“Not sure what that means, but glad you’re okay with how I am. I know I’m different.” For as long as I could remember, I’d been the awkward guy who didn’t read the room and who took everything literally. Stuff was just black and white to me. Shades of gray didn’t exist in my world.
“Just a little different, but I like you.” She smiled and the brightness in her eyes lit up the room.
“Good.” I wanted her to like me as much as I liked her. Guess, I’d find out sooner than later if she meant it. “Can I tear that dress off you?”
