Page 21 of Property of Zombie

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LUCY

“On your knees.”

The pain from my kneecaps connecting with the hardwood floor of my bedroom is forgotten when a hand tangles in my hair. I reach around Zombie and grab his ass to pull him forward until the tip of his cock is brushing against my lips.

“Is this what you want?” I purr just before swirling my tongue around his crown.

“Ah, fuck, such a good girl,” he growls, and my pussy clenches at his words.

Desperate for him, I don’t resist when he thrusts his hips to fuck my mouth. The tip of his dick hits the back of my throat, and I swallow in an effort not to gag. The only thing that would make this better is if we were at the zoo and surrounded by animals that could kill us.

“Goddamn, babydoll, I’m so close.” Zombie’s grip on my hair tightens, and the sting goes straight to my clit.

I pull my head back, releasing him, and tip my head back. “Throat or cunt?” I ask.

Rather than answer, he releases my hair and hauls me to my feet before spinning us around and pinning me to the wall. I jump to wrap my legs around his waist. His head nudges my entrance, and⁠—

Bang. Bang. Bang.

I’m unceremoniously yanked from my dream and dumped into a frenzied state of semi-awareness.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

It takes a few seconds to realize that I’m alone and not about to be fucked senseless, and that someone—I’ll kill whoever it is—is pounding on my front door.

I untangle myself from the sheet and swing my legs over the edge of the bed. I grab my robe from the floor where I let it fall before going to bed.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

“I’m coming,” I mumble.

Or I would’ve been.

I quickly tie the silk sash as I reach the door. “Who is it?” I ask, fully prepared to give them a piece of my mind.

“Open the door, babydoll.”

I stiffen at the masculine voice.

Zombie.

After pulling my robe tighter, I take a deep breath and open the door. Zombie has his fist raised as if he was about to knock again, and he looks… frustrated.

“What are you doing here?” I say, my tone breathless because I’m unable to rein in the lascivious thoughts at seeing him in person. A thought barrels its way through my lust, and I add, “How’d you know where I live?”

He quickly glances over his shoulder and then back at me. “Are you gonna let me in or what?”

“Or what,” I snap, finally coming to my senses.

Without hesitation, he grips my waist and lifts me so he can step inside. As soon as he sets me back on my feet, he kicks the door closed.

“That’s better,” he says, pushing past me to sit on my couch.

“I… What…” I shake my head in an effort to clear it so I can spit out a complete sentence. I turn around to face him. “How do you know where I live?” I ask, deciding to start with the most important question.

“I’ve got my ways,” he says, his eyes scanning me from head to toe. “Nice robe.”