Zombie Seed Floods the Human Doctor (3)

Betty froze at the sound of the knocking, every muscle locked, the sudden sharp raps cutting through the kitchen air.

Joshua didn’t. He pulled her off the table by the wrist, still hard and wet from her, the head of his cock dragging a cool streak across her thigh as he guided her into the bedroom. He shut the door quietly behind them. The knocking got louder, heavier, the doorframe rattling. Her ex’s voice rose, closer now, edged with anger.

“Betty, open the fucking door. I know you’re home.”

Joshua pushed her onto the bed. She went willingly, the mattress dipping under her as she landed on her back. He spread her legs wide, pulled her scrub top up over her breasts, and put his mouth on her pussy. His tongue was cold at first, a shock against her heated skin, then warmer as he licked her open, slow and thorough. He sucked her clit hard, the pull sharp and wet. She moaned. Loud. The sound left her throat raw. She didn’t care who heard.

The front door opened. Spare key. Footsteps in the kitchen, heavy and familiar. Then the bedroom door swung wide, light from the hallway spilling across the bed.

Her ex stood there. Mouth open. Staring.

Joshua didn’t stop. He kept eating her, tongue deep, fingers holding her thighs apart so everything was on display, the wet shine of her and the slow movement of his mouth fully visible. Betty looked at her ex over Joshua’s head. She didn’t cover herself. She didn’t push Joshua away. She reached down, grabbed the back of Joshua’s head, and pulled him harder against her clit, hips lifting into the pressure.

Joshua lifted his head once. Looked straight at the other man, eyes steady, mouth wet. Then he went back to her pussy like the ex wasn’t even there, tongue pushing in again without hesitation.

Her ex swore, low and sharp, backed up, and left. The front door slammed hard enough to shake the wall. Keys jangled. A car engine started and faded down the street.

Joshua didn’t stop until she came on his face, thighs shaking, voice broken on a long, choked sound as she pulsed against his tongue.

He flipped her over. Pulled her ass up. Spit on her asshole and rubbed it with his thumb, working the wetness in slow circles. Then he pushed his cock back into her pussy in one long stroke. She was so wet it slid in easily, the stretch immediate and full. He fucked her deep and slow at first. Long strokes that filled her completely, the head dragging along every inch before he sank back in. Then faster. The bed slammed the wall with each thrust, the headboard knocking in a steady rhythm.

He pulled out. Pressed the thick head of his cock against her asshole. Waited.

Betty reached back, grabbed his thigh, and pulled him forward. “Do it.”

He pushed in. Slow. She felt every inch stretch her open, the burn sharp and spreading as he worked deeper. She screamed into the mattress, the sound muffled against the sheets. He held still until she pushed back onto him, taking more on her own. Then he fucked her ass with the same deep rhythm he had used on her pussy, steady and unrelenting. One hand reached around and rubbed her clit, fingers slick. She came hard, white behind her eyes, body shaking, the orgasm tightening around him in waves.

He pulled out, flipped her onto her back, and shoved his cock back into her pussy. He fucked her like he was trying to get deeper than possible, hips driving hard, the wet sound of it filling the room. She wrapped her legs around him and pulled him close. Chest to chest. Cold skin against her heat, the contrast sharp where their bodies met.

He groaned… loud, raw. Came inside her. Thick. Hot. Flooding her. She felt it spill out around his cock every time he thrust, warm against her skin. He didn’t pull out. He stayed buried. Kissed her neck, mouth open against the pulse there.

Betty held him there, arms locked around his shoulders, keeping him deep.

Joshua spoke against her skin, voice low and certain.

“I’m not going to stop. Not ever. You understand that, right?”

She looked at him. Pulled him deeper.

“Good.”