Page 18 of Zombie's Howl-O-Ween
Me, too.
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Trixie
“Goddamn,” he shouted like no man I’d ever heard before. The few guys I’d been with were quiet. They showed no emotion and just wanted to get their release.
Brandon was different in so many ways, and I was finding out that he wanted to please me first before getting his.
“Brandon, I’m close!” I was nearing the cliff of ecstasy.
Clearly it had been too long since my last orgasm. After getting our first time together out of the way, we could take our time.
He picked up his speed and seconds later, I shattered. Like a lustful she-wolf, I cried out in a long, drawn-out howl.
“Don’t stop, Trix.” Brandon rode me hard. He hadn’t come yet, which I found astonishing. “I’m almost there.”
Another orgasm started to build in me as he pounded my lady parts into oblivion. I couldn’t believe I was getting there so quickly again.
Nothing like this had happened to me before. But I was here for it. I’d take everything and anything this gorgeous man gave me.
“Are you sure you’re okay with getting pregnant?”
“Are you okay with it?” My parents would think I was being irresponsible having unprotected sex, but that was why children didn’t talk about such things with them.
“Hundred percent.” He sealed his lips to mine and shot off inside me. And he came and came, like one of those Yellowstone geysers I’d seen when I was a child.
Brandon couldn’t seriously believe I’d get pregnant the first time. He seemed to really want to put his baby in.
Yeah, it happened to some… I guess. But not for me. Nothing came to me the easy way. Look how long it had taken Brandon to make a move.
Then again, stranger things happened all the time. And tonight was Halloween, when spooky, creepy, and magical spirits came out to play. I didn’t believe in spells or any of that. But I did believe things happened for a reason and at the right time.
“That had to have been like a religious experience.” He collapsed on me. “I’m not religious but that was pretty damn powerful, dontcha think?”
“Powerful for sure.”
“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” He took my hand and kissed the top.
It was a sweet gesture, and sweet wasn’t a word I would have used before to describe Brandon, a biker who was known as Zombie in his motorcycle club.
“Not at all. That was amazing.” Although, I’d probably be sore in the morning after his high-octane thrusts.
“Good. I’ll be right back.” He practically jumped out of bed and rushed into the bathroom.
I made a pouty face because I was hoping to cuddle with him. Maybe talk for a while so we could get to know each other better.
“I got you a damp towel.” He revealed the blue cloth, his big dick still hanging out of his jeans. I wished he’d taken his clothesoff, but it all happened so fast. The next round I’d discover his body the same way he’d discovered mine.
“Aww, I appreciate.” I reached for the towel and then everything went dark. “Brandon?” I sat up quickly and grabbed the blanket.
“I’m here. The power went out.” A lantern turned on a moment later, and it dimly illuminated the space.
“Do you think it will come right back on?”
“Not sure. I need to check on the others.” He fixed his jeans, then dug in his closet. “You need some clothes.”
“Right. My dress is shredded.” I laughed as I looked for the black corset. The red cloak was still intact, though.
