Page 17 of Zombie's Howl-O-Ween
Our tongues found each other, and I liked it. Open mouthed kissing was something I had worried about for years. My sensory issues had prevented me from doing a lot of things, but it appeared Trixie might have been the key to helping me do more stuff.
To test myself, I kissed a path down her neck. Eventually, I’d make it to her pussy and eat her out. I wasn’t sure I could do it, but I would try like hell to do it.
First stop was her nipple. I licked it, swirled my tongue around it until it turned into a plump berry.
“Yes, Brandon,” Trixie whispered in a breathy voice. Her fingers played with my hair. It was both distracting and stimulating.
Everything about Trixie turned me on. It was kind of crazy. After walking around like a zombie, numb to everything and everyone, Trixie had been the one person to get through to me when I was zoned.
Because of my weirdness and seeming like I was stoned all the time, my club had given me the road name Zombie. It worked, and I liked it. That wasn’t to say I didn’t smoke weed, I did and plenty of it. Marijuana kept me cool and stable.
I sucked her nipple into my mouth, and her body came alive under me. She wiggled, fisting and tugging on my hair.
It was actually a lot hotter working her up with my mouth, than I thought it would be. I could only imagine what it would be like when I got to her pussy.
“Harder.” She arched her back and pushed her chest into my face.
I did as she said, while at the same time, grinding against her. My dick was painfully hard. As much as I wanted to focus on only her, I couldn’t.
I just hoped I didn’t come in my jeans when she did. That would be a sticky mess I would hate to clean.
Suddenly, Trixie started howling. It didn’t sound fake or forced.
“Yes, Brandon!” Her pelvis bumped against my dick. “Yes!”
“I need to fuck you now,” I told her. “And I don’t want to wear a condom.”
“But I could get pregnant. I’m not on birth control.”
“I don’t care. We’ll take our chances.” I made quick work out of my pants. “I’m clean. Are you?”
“Yes, but are you sure? We’d be bonded forever if we had a baby together.”
“Bonded together is what I want.”
“Okay. Only if, you’re sure.”
I grunted completely over all this talking.
“I’m ready. Take me now!” she shouted.
Not yet.
First, I needed to taste her. I pushed her thighs apart and stared at her opening. She wasn’t bare like the club girls but trimmed. I could smell her sweet cream.
My mouth watered and I dove right in.
Trixie yelped in surprise, then came her torturous howling. Something carnal exploded inside me and I ate her out like a feral animal having his last meal.
She pushed against my tongue, nearly suffocating me. I lifted her ass and held her in the perfect spot and went to town. Licking and sucking. Moaning and growling. Fucking her with my tongue. Damn I was proud that I could.
Trixie grew louder and louder as her second orgasm neared, but I wanted to be deep inside her so we could come together.
I dropped her butt on the mattress and drove my iron cock into her wet, warm center.
“Goddamn,” I shouted. It was like we fit perfectly together. My scalp tingled and goose flesh covered my arms as I hammered into her.
“Brandon, I’m close!”
