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Gritting my teeth, I stretch my leg and try to swat him away with my foot, but he dodges my big toe and looks at it like it offended him. With a silent sidestep, he avoids me entirely and inches closer to the raw meat. In one more step, his whiskers will be close enough to tickle her fingers.

Even though this black demon has come straight from hell to ruin my good time, I don’t want to hurt him, so punting himacross the room is out of the question. I just want him to go away. Using my foot, I try once more to nudge him off the bed.

This time, I succeed, and Shorty begins to slide off the mattress. Unfortunately, he saves himself by sinking his claws into my leg and holding on for dear life. As he finally loses his grip and makes the two-foot drop to the floor, the sound of my ripping skin overpowers Cat’s rasping breath.

“What was that?” she asks.

“Nothing,” I grit out. “The cat fell off the bed, and he tried to catch himself on the way down.”

“Did the comforter rip? Kindra is going to kill me!” She goes to sit up, but I push her chest down and press her shoulder blades against my painfully hard dick.

“It’s fine. It didn’t rip. I’ll pay for it. Just please don’t stop.” The words fly out of my mouth in a string of incoherence and need.

Cat licks her lips, then relaxes again.

I peer over the side of the bed as Shorty stares up at me with his ears pinned to his head.Don’t even fucking try me, I think, and the cat turns his attention to the pan atop the dresser. Fuck it. Not my problem.

My problems are miles away.

“Oh, shit,” she breathes, and I look between her legs.

To my absolute shock, she’s actually doing it. Through sheer determination, she’s immobilized her insides and allowed the turkey leg to push past her natural defenses. But she isn’t just pushing it in. No. She’s moving it. She’sfeelingit.

And enjoying it.

It slips inside her, leaving only the bony end protruding from her ass. My stomach tenses. If I hadn’t already gotten off twice before, I’d have embarrassed myself again just now.

“Goddamn, I’ve never been this full before,” she moans. “Fuck, it’s stretching me. I don’t know how long I can stay like this.”

And that’s my fucking cue.

Chapter Thirty-Nine

Cat

He 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 hispants. 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.

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