Zombie Lovin'
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“You taste like vanilla ice cream; that’s my favorite flavor.” His deep voice tickled, making her squirm, distracting her from the weird remark. He took long, savoring strokes sending shudders to the tips of her toes. She reached for that bone rattling big O.
“Yes, yes.” Jake backed off, stealing her moment, leaving her teetering on the verge of climax. She clenched her teeth and pushed to her elbows staring him down. “Oh, you’re bad.”
He flashed a mischievous grin before licking a long, slow path up her thigh. She creamed at the sight of his tongue on her flesh. “That’s exactly what you said last night.”
She grasped his hair and pushed his face back into her pussy. “At least one of us remembers. Now shut up and finish what you started.”
“Yes, ma’am,” He said in a perfect Midwestern drawl. “I like a woman who takes control.”
He slid a finger within her canal flicking the tip of his tongue over her clit, light as a butterfly’s wing. Falling back with the comforter balled in her fists, she swam in sensations that threatened to drive her over the edge. Another finger joined the first, stretching her, his tongue stroking, sucking her clit. Her world exploded and Samantha screamed, bucking into his face.
Before she could ride the orgasm back to earth, Jake was kissing her earlobe. “Do you want me inside of you?”
Oh God yes! But common sense resurrected and demanded something important.
“Maybe you are, uh, disease free, but we need to use a condom. I’d feel better regardless of what happened last night.”
Expecting a fight, she waited. Capturing her lips and kissing her deeply, sucking her tongue, he ground his pelvis against hers. The denim encased bulge of his cock promised great things in her future.
“I understand, baby, I can respect that.” He pushed onto his hands, balancing over her before he reached for the shirt she still wore. He tugged it up and she wriggled free of the fabric. His eyes locked onto her breasts, a groan escaping his lips when he dove for them. Gentle lips closed over a budded nipple, and she wound her fingers into the silky strands of his hair once more while he rolled it between his teeth. She moaned, hot awareness pooling within her pussy; all the safe sex education in the world would be out the window if they didn’t stop now.
“Okay, we—” She gasped. He pinched her other nipple, sending a hot jolt of wonderful pain and pleasure directly to her sopping pussy. “Oh, God, wait, no….”
He let out a growl and pushed away, jerking the T-shirt down over his head and torso. It took several moments to realize he was moving things in the wrong direction.
“Why are you getting dressed?” she asked.
“I have to find a place that sells condoms. I came here for a conference. I wasn’t expecting to get…well, sidetracked.”
Samantha sat up, shaking her head. “I’m a woman of the twenty-first century, check my purse.” She nodded to where it lay near the door. Her mind raced…what size had she bought?
Jake made for the bag. “Thank God for small miracles.”
When he returned she slid off the bed and knelt before him. He shoved the denim past his hips, freeing his cock to her hungry gaze. She grasped him, kissing the head before running the tip of her tongue around his glans, lapping up the drop of salty, clear pre-cum. His fingers dug through her hair while she took him fully into her mouth sucking hard, swallowing to bring him deeper into her throat, not stopping until his balls bumped her chin. She fought the gag impulse when he cupped her head in his palms, taking control and fucking her mouth for a moment before shoving her away, panting. Her second orgasm hovered. No man had ever brought her close to coming when she gave him head.
“Keep that up and the show will be over before it’s begun,” he hissed.
She licked her lips and winked at him. “Then fuck me. Show me what a dead man can do.”
He pulled her atop him on the bed. His palm smacked her backside, stinging the sensitive skin. She whimpered, before nipping the flesh above his nipple, loving the turn in sex play. He grabbed her wrists and gripped them in one large hand, rolling her beneath. His weight, at least two hundred thirty pounds of glorious, taut muscle, held her prisoner. He ground his hips, his extra-large, extra hard cock pressing into her stomach. She gasped and rubbed her pussy against it, their combined moisture threatening to slip the head inside her. This was familiar, though she couldn’t remember exactly why. It didn’t matter because reliving it was way better than remembering it.
He covered her breast with his free hand massaging the mound roughly, the way she liked it, his teeth seeking out her other nipple. He closed them over the sensitized bud, taking sharp nips until she cried out in shock and delight. She was a writhing mess, craving more, trying to wrap her legs around his hips, but he kept them pinned with his thighs. He trapped her nipple between his forefinger and thumb, pinching, alternating the pressure from his teeth to his fingers, testing her limits between pleasure and pain.
The world spun off its axis. He shoved away and she called out, grabbing for him.
“It’ll be just a second, baby.” Foiled ripped and he sheathed his cock, cursing as the latex finally covered the length. She’d buy king size next time. If there was a next time…she knew she wanted there to be. Crazy or not. Dead or alive….
“I can’t control myself any longer.” Separating her thighs, he took her in one long stroke. In that delirious moment she lost all control, allowing primal rhythm to take her where it willed. Jake grabbed her feet yanking her legs wide, her knees to her sides, and he drove into that sweet spot that lay deep within her.
“You’re still warm, incredible. God, Samantha, baby, come with me, please.” His rough voice echoed with lust, and its tortured notes shattered her world. She screamed out when he thrust hard into her a last time, growling like a wild animal, before collapsing on top of her.
He rolled away and pulled her into a cozy spoon.
They drifted on the currents of afterglow for some time before either spoke.
“I’m rather smitten by you, Miss Perry.” His gruff, post-sex voice left her feeling all warm and fuzzy inside.
Maybe she could deal with a complication named Jake. “I have to say that for a dead guy you’re pretty awesome yourself.”
He nuzzled the skin beneath her ear. “So I get another date? One without alcohol?”
“Mmm, maybe a third and a fourth at this rate; will you be in California anytime soon?”
“My, uh, company is opening a new office that way later this month. I have to make sure things go as planned.”
“Perfect.” Her eyes drifted closed; something seemed off. She snuggled deeper into his embrace, her joints popping. “Good grief, why am I so stiff this morning?”
“Samantha, do you remember that huge fountain outside the nightclub? It had all those waterfalls and light displays?”
“I think so.” She tried to recall the details. “Las Vegas seems to have a lot of those silly things.”
“At some point you must have left the club for a closer look, and I went out looking for you.” Jake placed a gentle kiss on her neck. “You’d fallen in and hit your head on the concrete before I found you.”
Her memory pulled up a few more details of struggling underwater before being yanked to the surface.
“That explains why my pillow smells like chlorine and I have a goose egg on the side of my head. You must have rescued me just in time.” Peering over her shoulder, she gave him a contented lover’s smile.
His brows drew together. “I was hoping you’d remember everything that happened by now.” He stroked her cheek with his knuckles, before taking her hand placing her palm just above her left breast. She frowned pressing her hand harder, searching, before her fingertips went to the side of her neck. Her eyes widened, realization struck her like a bulldozer.
He stroked her hair. “Samantha, there’s something I should to tell you.”
~ABOUT THE AUTHOR~
Olivia Starke lives in a little to
wn in southern Missouri. Some of the most beautiful country in the U.S., she loves the Ozarks and hikes, runs, or kayaks whenever possible. When not working at her laptop or in her retail management job, she’s playing mom to an ever expanding collection of dogs, cats, and horses who find their way to her little farm.
She loves to hear from readers and welcomes them to email her at oliviastarke@ymail.com !
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