“Yes!”
He withdraws and plunges back, over and over, and now my ass slaps back against his belly on every thrust. I forget what time it is, what we’re doing today. I almost forget my own name as the feeling wells up until there’s nowhere left to go.
I squeeze my eyes tight, tears streaming onto the pillowcase as the orgasm rips through me. I’m half scared of it, unsure whether my body can take it. My logical brain—the part of me who remembers I’ve witnessed women pushing babies out of a hole this size—has abandoned the building.
I don’t even have the breath to tell Adam I’m cumming. All I can do is strangle the bedclothes in my fist and hold on for dear life as he rips the pleasure from me in a giant crest that wipes away everything else.
I come back to myself a moment later, sobbing something wild. Adam has stopped. The thick dildo is still deep inside me, and the last tremors rock my body.
He strokes my back. “Did you cum, babe?”
I laugh. It comes out more like a cackle, but I’ve got no fucks left to give. “Uh, yeah. I came.”
Gently he disengages and helps me to roll onto my side, tucking himself around me.
As he strokes my hair and whispers into my ear, I’m vaguely aware of his cock lying on the nightstand in a sticky puddle of precum, throbbing in time with the slowing beat of my heart.
“That was…” I trail off, not having a word for exactly what that was.
“Wow.” He kisses my neck and that about sums it up.
This whole zombie boyfriend thing might be a little too perfect. But honestly, I’m failing to see any downsides.
EIGHTEEN
Adam
Jen’s round ass tucked in my lap is a hell of a temptation even when the cock she’s pressed up against isn’t mine. The sound of her cries of pleasure are still ringing in my ears while she drifts into a nap she thoroughly earned.
Fucking hell, watching her take that huge monster dick… I don’t think I’ve ever been more turned on in my life. My poor cock has made a right mess of the nightstand, but I don’t want to move yet to go clean it up.
Things with Jen feel better than ever. It’s like there’s this barrier that used to be up between us, and now that I’veunlocked some of the things I would never let myself admit I wanted, we’re somehow on the same side.
I mean I still don’t want my mates knowing I want to dress up in her underwear or hand her my cock like a puppy bringing its owner a bone, but I like Jen knowing.
She stirs after a while, making a sleepy noise as she stretches in my arms and then rolls over. Then her eyes fly open. “What day is it?”
I can’t help laughing. “Wednesday.”
“Oh good.” She relaxes again. “I think I forgot my own name there for a minute. God, I don’t think I’ve ever cum so hard. This new you is full of surprises.”
“Good surprises?”
“Yeah. Good surprises.” There’s a pause. Her fingers drift playfully along my belly, and I’m immediately on edge again. “Did you…? Were you happy with that?”
She’s worried about me? I lean in and press a kiss to her forehead. “I’m right where I wanna be. I could watch you stretched out on a huge dick all day.” My dead heart tries for a moment to move in my chest while I try to find the words for what I want to say next. It only succeeds in making a pathetic flutter. “You um… you should fuck a real monster next time. While I watch.”
Her eyes go dinner plate wide. “I thought you wanted to give us another go. Be a couple again. Not saying yes, mind you, I just thought that’s what you wanted.”
“I do. I just meant what I said when I told you I want you to keep fucking other guys.”
Just like that, the barrier is up again. Jen pushes back a little, a frown creasing the line between her brows. “Uh-uh. Oh no. That sounds like a recipe for trouble, and we don’t need any help finding things to argue about.”
“It’s not. I promise. I want this.”
Jen sighs. She sits and takes down the messy bun, tucking her hair back neatly before climbing out of bed. “Listen, you just gave me the hardest fucking orgasm of my life, so I’m not trying to start a fight here. I’m gonna go make some breakfast—lunch? Something.”
I roll onto my back with my arms tucked behind my head, staring up at the ceiling while Jen goes into the kitchen. I guess I pushed too hard. I can’t help it, though. Just the thought of her having her guts re-arranged by a minotaur or sucking off an orc has me eyeing my neglected cock, wondering if I should give into the urge to milk a load out all over my belly.
