Page 16 of Zombie's Howl-O-Ween
She stared at me for a long beat. “I appreciate you asking for my permission, but you don’t have to.”
“I need your consent.” When I first joined the MC, Storm sat me down and gave me a list of things not to do and to always do. He’d told me to never kiss a woman I didn’t love. Always were a condom, unless I loved the chick and wanted to have a baby. And to get consent for everything. I took his advice and warnings seriously… and literally.
“Okay. Well, I’m here willing and of my own choosing. I give you permission to do anything you want.”
Consent received.
I took out my knife from the drawer in my bedside table, released the blade, and watched the light bounce off it. Doing this had become part of my bedtime routine after Lynx had given in to me as a Christmas gift. I’d never used it on anyone. In fact, I’d never even taken it out in front of anyone, especially not a woman.
“What are you going to do with that?” Trixie asked in a hesitant voice.
I cut my gaze at her. Taking the top part of her dress, I sliced through the fabric in one long swipe of the blade. Her breasts popped out, and the material fell away onto the bed.
“Oh my God!” Trixie cried out, but she seemed excited, not scared. “That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen!”
I took in her beautiful body splayed out on the mattress in front of me. Her creamy white skin shimmered in the warm glow of the light, highlighting her full breasts which were the size of my face.
Her pink nipples were bigger than I’d imagined.
Her middle was soft and pillowy.
I wanted to spread her thick thighs and nestle myself between them to fuck her until she was mine completely.
“You’re making me nervous. Are you regretting this already?” She covered herself with my pillow.
“You don’t need this.” I jerked her shield away and climbed on top of her. “You’re perfect, Trixie. Beautiful from head to toe.”
“You’re turning me on big time.” She hooked her arms around my neck and kissed me softly.
“Do you believe me?”
“Yes.” She kissed me. “I need you badly.”
“You have me.” Shit, she’d had me for years. I just couldn’t give into my desires because of her age. But as our kissing picked up, fast and desperate, I was confident she was the only woman for me.
“Touch me, Brandon.” She guided my hand to her breast. “I ache for you. Make me come.”
I wiggled between her thighs and unfastened my jeans.
“No. Not with your dick. Use your mouth to make me howl.”
Howl?
No other chick I’d been with had howled during sex. Now that I thought of it, none of my encounters were memorable. They had all blended together, sort of like a foggy blur.
I hiked my eyebrows as she smiled at me. Had she been trying to be funny? Was I overthinking like usual?
“What’s with the serious face?” She stroked my cheek. “Just thought it would be fun to howl since you were dressed as a wolf.”
“Oh. Right.” I tensed up and didn’t really know what to do next. Trixie had successfully thrown me off course. I hated how easily I got derailed.
“Hey, it’s all good.” She pecked my lips. “Let’s just play around and see where things lead. We have all night.”
“Are you spending the night with me?” Normally, I didn’t sleep with women. I had insomnia and preferred to be alone in my bed.
“If you want me to, I’d liked it. But no pressure.”
Instead of giving her an answer, I just kissed her. It was too early to tell if I wanted her to spend the night. Like I wanted to be with Trixie more than anything, but she might not want to be with me once she got to know me better.
