Page 34 of Property of Zombie

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ZOMBIE

If I don’t bury myself inside Lucy soon, I’m going to combust, especially now that she agreed to be mine.

Did she agree, though?

“You’re mine,” I repeat, lifting her off her feet to throw her over my shoulder.

“Property of Zombie has a nice ring to it.” I slap her ass to punctuate my statement.

“I’m not your property,” she snaps.

“Let another man touch you, and you’ll find out just how wrong you are,” I growl. I reach what I assume is her bedroom based on the rumpled blankets and clothes scattered around. Tossing her onto the mattress, I kneel with my knees on either side of her hips. “Tell me you’re mine.”

“Or what?” she asks like a brat.

“Or I’ll walk out of here and leave you hangin’,” I reply, not meaning a single word.

“You wouldn’t dare,” she seethes.

“Wouldn’t I?”

Rather than respond, she reaches up and pulls my head down to fuse her lips to mine. I collapse on top of her, careful to keep my weight from crushing her, and frame her face with my hands. Lucy slides her tongue into my mouth, and she tastes like wintergreen and sin.

Breaking the kiss, I demand, “Clothes off.”

We scramble apart to free ourselves of the offending material, which requires me to stand and kick off my boots so I can shed my jeans. While I do that, she pauses with her pants halfway down her legs to watch. Her breath hitches when my dick springs free from my boxer briefs.

“Goddamn,” she whispers.

I take my cock in my hand and stroke it a few times, savoring the way she greedily stares. Precum leaks from the tip, and I reach for her hand to replace mine with it. She rubs the bead around my crown, and I hiss through my teeth at the sensation.

While she pumps my dick in her tiny fist, I make quick work of stripping her the rest of the way. It takes longer than it should because her touch is distracting as hell. The second she’s naked, I remove her hand, drag her so her pussy is at the edge of the mattress, and drop to my knees.

I slide my finger between her glistening lips and spread the wetness around her clit, never quite touching her where she needs it most. “So damn wet for me,” I growl, leaning forward to inhale her scent. Then I swipe my tongue up the same patch as my finger. “And so fucking sweet.”

Latching onto her clit with my lips, I flick it with my tongue. Lucy bucks her hips in response, and I shove two fingers into her cunt. This is what I wanted to do at the gala, but I’d let her take the lead. Right here, right now… I’m in charge.

I use my free hand to hold her down, never letting up with my mouth. Her entire body shakes, and her legs quiver until she tightly clamps her knees around my head. I increase the pressure of my tongue as I curl my fingers inside of her, and that’s all it takes to send her flying over the edge.

Lucy cries out her release, and only when she begins to still do I remove my fingers. Trailing my tongue from her clit up to her belly button, I slide my hands up her sides. I continue my ascent until my mouth hovers above hers.

“Kiss me,” I order, my eyes locked with hers.

She cups my cheeks as she obeys. The kiss is slow at first, but as I deepen it, she moans and thrusts her hips up so her pelvis connects with mine.

“Jesus,” I groan at the contact.

“Fuck me, Zombie,” she pleads, grinding against me.

“Your wish,” I say as I notch my cock at her entrance and thrust so hard she slides up the mattress. “Is my command.”

Lucy grips my shoulders as if to hold on, and her nails dig into my flesh. The flash of pain mixes with overwhelming pleasure, and the sensation is like nothing I’ve ever experienced. Sure, I haven’t been celibate since I was fifteen, but no other woman can even compare to the one writhing beneath me.

“Faster,” she begs. “Harder.”

Goddamn, she’s perfect.