Page 96 of Slay Ride

I smack her ass, then get on my back and slide underneath her so that her pussy is mere inches from my mouth. Realizing what I plan to do, she lets out a small moan.

“Now sit on my face,” I command.

She drops her hips with a whimper, and my mouth meets with heaven. As I taste the sweet and salty pleasure dripping from her cunt, I nearly forget the end goal. With one hand, I reach between her ass cheeks and feel for the sweet spot, then place the turkey leg against it.

“Oh, fuck,” she says through gritted teeth. “I’m already close.”

Thankfully, I’m not. I’m surprised I can even get an erection after the number of times I’ve come today, but Cat is the living embodiment of the little blue pill. Just one look from her gets me hard.

I turn my head to the side. “Have you ever come multiple times with anyone else, kitten?”

She shakes her head.

“That’s because you were meant for me.” I drag my tongue through her lips, and her thighs begin to shake. “I’m your first, and I’ll be your last.”

“Yes, I want that. Only you,” she breathes.

She’s lost to the pleasure, speaking in tongues and spouting nonsense she doesn’t mean or understand, but that affirmation wrecks me. It blasts through the walls surrounding my heart, somehow leaving me feeling safer for it. And I want it to be true.

“Come for me.” I suck her clit and massage her asshole with the turkey leg. “Come on my face, kitten.”

She grinds down, rocking her hips over my lips and tongue. The closer she gets, the more she relaxes and the more I rub to encourage her to open up. Literally. Her legs tighten aroundmy head, and the bony end slips inside her ass. Her body tenses again, sucking the turkey leg further inside, but I keep my grip on the meaty end.

“Fuck, I’m coming!” she cries. She doesn’t even attempt to muffle her pleasure.

I wrap my arm around her waist and hold her pussy flush against my lips as I work her through the orgasm. My other hand holds the turkey leg in place. I don’t need to move it. The full feeling is all she needs right now, though it doesn’t compare to what’s in store for her.

As she comes down from the orgasm, she reaches behind her to pull out the turkey leg, but I’m not ready for the fun to end just yet.

I place my hand over hers. “You can take it out, but I want you to work it back in while I watch.”

She pulls it out, then lies on her back. Keeping her legs together, she wraps one arm around the backs of her thighs and begins working the bony end into her ass.

“Ah-ah, kitten. The other end.”

Panic flits through her eyes as she reverses the turkey leg and feels the wide, meaty head. It’s not quite as large as the ham-hock sized legs they serve at fairs and theme parks, but it’s still larger than the average dildo. It’s a struggle that only a pro could accomplish, but I have faith in her.

“I don’t know if I can,” she says. Doubt flashes in her eyes, and the hint of insecurity crushes my soul.

Moving toward the head of the bed means depriving myself of a glorious view, but it’s a sacrifice I must make to comfort her. I readjust and lie beside her, then move the hair away from her face.

“Take your time with it. There’s no rush.” I lean closer and kiss her neck before placing my mouth against the shell of her ear. “Relax your body, then fuck your tight little asshole for mewhen you’re ready. I can be a very patient man with the right motivation, and your perfection is all the motivation I need. Even if you can’t fit it inside you, you are such a good girl for trying.”

She readjusts her grip on her legs, then lowers her feet to the bed. “I need your help.” Her knees part, and she rocks her hips, raising her ass. “Get behind me and hold my legs back.”

“With pleasure.”

I move behind her, and from this angle, with her ankles behind her head and her asshole pointed toward the ceiling, I can see everything. Arousal glistens on her pussy, and I nearly groan as she rubs her fingers through it and lubes up the condom surrounding the meat missile.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she says. “It feels so weird.”

“It’s fucking disgusting, and I love it. Don’t stop now. I want to see how filthy you can be.”

Her nipples harden and press against the silk negligee. I want to rip it off so that I can see her gorgeous tits, but I don’t want to ruin the moment. Instead, I settle for the hint of those delicious curves and the unobscured view of her more private places.

A black shadow leaps onto the bed. It’s that fucking cat, but Cat hasn’t noticed him yet. Her eyes are closed, and her hands are busy working miracles. But if his blown pupils and wiggling nose are any indication, he’s about to ruin this for both of us.

Because he smells the fucking turkey.

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