Page 24 of Zombie's Howl-O-Ween
He could have me in the bathroom. Or in a closet. Anywhere else but in a bar full of people. I wasn’tthatdaring.
I led him to the women’s bathroom. We burst inside and passion exploded between us, frantically kissing. Brandon turned me around, pushed me against the counter, putting my back to his front.
“I’ve never done it this way before,” I told him honestly. Missionary style was all I’d ever done.
He tugged down the sweatpants and gripped my bottom. “Damn, I want to sink my teeth into your ass but first…” He plowed his cock inside me.
I screamed and grabbed onto the sink to steady myself. From this angle, intense sensations zinged me while he fucked me hard.
“You drive me crazy,” he grunted. “In a good way.”
“The feeling is mutual.”
The door opened and two women giggled when they saw us, then went into separate stalls and did their business. I wished I had a mask to hide my face.
“Fuck,” Brandon growled as his release hit, and he filled me with his cum. I couldn’t believe he had any left, but he did. It dripped down my inner thighs.
The sound of the toilets flushing and giggling made me freeze and want to crawl into a hole.
“Don’t mind us,” one of the women said. They both washed their hands quickly and left.
God, I hope I never see those girls again.
“You didn’t come,” Brandon said.
“Sorry. I was a little distracted.” Who wouldn’t be with complete strangers watching them have sex against a bathroom counter? Like my white ass was like a full moon shining bright in an inky sky. They wouldn’t miss it.
He turned me around and crushed his lips to mind. His hand went between my thighs, and he got me off with his fingers again.
“I want to hear you howl.”
Well, that wouldn’t be difficult. I was a hair trigger away from delicious orgasm.
“After you come, we’re going to bed,” he told me.
“Okay. Sure.”
“I’m going to make love to you all night.”
I gasped at his words, then my release hit, and I let out a long, drawn-out howl…
A-WOOOOOO!
When Brandon said he would make love to me all night long, he wasn’t exaggerating. I was magnificently exhausted.
But the warm glow of his lantern, he made love to me over and over. We discovered each other’s body and kissed a lot. His body was perfect and inkless. I thought for sure he’d have tattoos. Like what biker didn’t have any? Brandon Adams, that was who.
And I was totally fine with it.
“I want my name tatted on your ass,” he said.
I raised my head from his chest to look at him. “Seriously?”
“Seriously.” He cracked one of his eyes open. “So when I fuck you from behind, I can see it.”
That seemed logical.
“What if I want my name tatted on you, too?”
