Chapter 39
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Cat
H e tells me to get on my hands and knees, but I don’t think I can. I’m too afraid to remove my hand from the bone. I’ll swallow the entire turkey leg, and not with my throat. As he moves out from behind me, I don’t know what to do. Pull it out or trust him.
Trust him . . .
That’s what he said I needed to do, so I relinquish my grip on the bone protruding from my ass as his hand covers mine.
“I won’t let it slip inside you,” he says. “Now get on all fours so I can fill you completely.”
As I slowly roll onto my hands and knees, he keeps the turkey leg in place, and it’s one hell of an odd sensation. The meat takes up so much space in my ass that it pushes toward and bears down on my vagina. If Bennett has plans to fuck me, I don’t know how he’ll get inside me. There’s no fucking room.
His free hand caresses my ass before he stands and, with one hand still firmly holding the impromptu butt plug, strips off his pants. I take the pillow between my teeth and bite down as his heat closes in behind me.
“Oh, kitten . . . you’re breathtaking,” he says, then angles the turkey leg downward, applying more pressure. “Let me know if I’m hurting you, because that isn’t my goal. If I’m pleasing you, though?”
He drags his hand through my pleasure, and I moan.
“If I’m pleasing you, you won’t have to say a word, because I’ll already know.”
I hear the smirk in his voice, and it makes my pussy clench. He settles behind me, one hand still firmly holding that turkey leg in place, and I bite the pillow fluff between my teeth with surprising force when his thick cock nudges my entrance.
Then I remember what he’s said this entire time. I only have to say the word, and he’ll stop. And fuck, I trust him. I truly do. Taking a deep breath, I relax and wait for his welcome intrusion. Seconds later, he pushes inside me.
I can’t catch my breath as his piercing clicks past my opening. He goes slowly enough, but there’s so much pressure. I feel things inside myself that I’ve never felt before. Amazing things. Wild, feral, unhinged things.
Clawing the sheets, I open my mouth and produce a sound that is two-parts scream and one-part guttural moan. It sounds very unsexy to my ears, but Bennett seems to enjoy it.
“Scream through it, kitten. That’s it,” he says as he eases in and out of me. “Get used to the feeling and let me know when you want to come.”
My interior muscles grip the turkey leg and pull, but Bennett keeps traction on the bone, and it doesn’t slip inside me. That’s a fucking relief.
With one of my fears assuaged, I gain enough courage to push back against him. Because I want more. I want every inch of him, and he’s only giving half at most. I rock back again, moaning as the cuffs of my ass finally meet his powerful thighs.
“Damn, look at you.” He smacks my ass and grips my hip with his left hand. “Hungry little slut, aren’t you? So fucking greedy for what I’m doing to you. Are you ready for me to fuck you?”
I moan and rock into him again.
“Say it,” he growls. “Beg me for it.”
“Please fuck me,” I plead, and my desperation is wholly genuine.
He thrusts forward, meeting my ass with his thighs again, and sparks fly up my spine. Those pleasurable jolts glide through my veins, into my lungs, and straight to my brain. My back arches, and I nearly go limp with ecstasy.
The meat in my ass presses down on his cock, and I can’t tell where one ends and the next begins. As far as I know, I’ve completely blown out my insides and will be removed from this bed by a coroner. I’m okay with that. If Bennett keeps fucking me like this, if I keep feeling this full, I’ll die of pleasure anyway.
He leans back, giving me a new angle to experience, and I bite the pillow again. His cock piercing rakes against my insides. My nipples brush against the silk, and pain ricochets off my ass as Bennett smacks it. I’m lost in a dizzying rush of sensations, and I never want it to end.
“Fuck, I’m ready,” I moan. “I want to come.”
“Touch yourself. Play with your pussy.” Bennett’s grip firms on my hip. “I want you to come so hard that I have to fight to stay inside you.”
Considering the intense pressure building in my lower abdomen, that’s a very real possibility.
I push my hand between my legs and find my clit, which is still so sensitive from the orgasm I had only minutes ago. He wants me to come, and I want to come again, but now I feel pressure of a different kind.
The pressure to succeed.
Clearing my mind as best I can, I turn my focus to the sensations thrumming through my body. If I rub a little above that overly sensitive nub, the feeling isn’t so intense. It’s almost . . . nice. I grip the tail end of that feeling and try to hold on to it, but it slips away.
“What’s wrong?” Bennett asks. “Do you need to stop? Are you uncomfortable?”
I rock back against him to shut him up. While I appreciate his concern, it won’t help me get off any faster. But his cock might, so I need him to keep thrusting.
“Just fuck me,” I say. “Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”
He finds his rhythm again, and I return to the puzzle that is my body. I want to come again, and I can feel the orgasm with every thrust of his hips. It’s right there, so close, but it’s just out of reach.
“Get Emilio,” I say as I motion toward the drawer. “He’s the little guy that should be right on top.”
Bennett pulls out of me without any hesitation, leaving me feeling almost empty. He then reaches toward the drawer and grabs my little silver bullet, all while gripping that bone and ensuring I don’t end up at the ER with a very embarrassing story. He drops the tiny toy into my hand and wastes no time getting inside me again.
I flick through the settings until I find the gentlest one—just strong enough to hold my orgasm within reach without vibrating my poor clit to numbness. As I press it against me, his rocking motions move my hand as well. The jolts are so quick, his thrusts so incredibly deep, and suddenly, I’m accomplishing the impossible.
“Oh, good girl,” he groans. “Fucking soak me, kitten.”
It doesn’t matter if I want to or not, because it’s happening. The pressure builds to a painful crescendo. My legs shake. My pulse thumps in places I’ve never felt it thump before, and I’m fairly certain I’ve lost use of all senses besides whatever fuels this brain-breaking orgasm. Sharp pains spear the joints in my toes as they clench and unclench at a feverish pace. I have no control over it. I have no control over anything.
Warm liquid gushes out of me, and Bennett growls.
“God, you are so dirty.” He punctuates every syllable with a thrust.
My legs can no longer support me. The bones in my body dissolve, and I melt into the mattress as Bennett continues to fuck me senseless. The worst part? I fell with the vibrator between my legs, and I’m still fucking coming.
“I can’t, I can’t,” I say.
At least, that’s what I try to say, but my throat is spasming, and I’m not sure he heard me.
But it doesn’t matter anyway, because he grips my hips with both hands and buries himself inside me as he comes. As he holds me in place, I will my arm to move. My hand slithers beneath the weight of two bodies, rushing straight to that buzzing demon clutched between my swelling pussy lips. I toss it away before I have to endure another second of pleasure paralysis.
“What the fuck was that?” I croak out. “Seriously. What. The fuck. Was that?”
Bennett rolls onto his side and smiles at me. The small scar in his eyebrow has never looked so sexy, his smirk so sensual. Those feel-good hormones rush through me at a feverish pace, and I have to stop myself from telling him I love him and that I never want to be without him again.
God, he is so handsome.
He reaches up and holds my face in his hands. Only then do I realize he’s no longer holding the massive drumstick in place.
The butthole pucker is immediate.
He makes the same realization and sits up. His hand goes for the bone, and I breathe a sigh of relief when he grabs hold of it.
“Now just relax and I’ll ease it out of you,” he says.
I hold up a hand, then reach behind me. “I’ll take it from here. I have more experience with pulling things out of my ass than you do.”
Needing no more encouragement, he flops back on the bed as I shuffle to the bathroom.
My feet slap on the cold tiles, and I spare one more look at Bennett before I close the door. Then I squat and try to relax. If I’m being honest, I’m a little nervous to just grab it and start yanking. The meat will come out in one piece, thanks to the condom, so I’m not worried about leaving anything behind. I’m more worried about pulling something outside that should stay inside.
Panic hasn’t set in yet, but that anxiety-ridden bitch lingers in my peripherals.
“No need to stress,” I whisper to myself. “It’s just a turkey leg. In your butt. This could be so much worse.”
Could it? Could it be worse? Because I’ve gathered the courage to give it a little tug, and that son of a bitch is firmly lodged.
I lie on my back as sweat begins to slick my forehead. This is worse than the time I went shopping with Kindra and got stuck in a cocktail dress. I had to rip the dress to make my escape, but I will be goddamned if I rip anything today.
Relaxing every muscle below my pubic area, I reach between my legs again. To my absolute horror, there’s even less bone sticking out now. I can hardly get my fucking fingers around it!
I start to cry. I can’t help it.
“Never use anything that doesn’t have a flared fucking base .” I moan into my arm as I drape it over my face and wish for death.
Seeing no other option, I do the only thing I can. I keep gripping that last remnant of hope sticking out of my butt, all while scooting closer to the door. When I’m near enough, I stick my lips to the small crack and open my mouth.
“Bennett, tell Kindra we need the car. I have to go to the ER.”