Page 39 of The Accident

“Stay still,” I say, and she whimpers, but obeys.

I work her, slow and patient, letting the tension build. Her breath comes in little gasps now, her grip on the laces desperate. I circle her clit, then suck it, then move lower, teasing the entrance with the tip of my tongue. She makes a broken sound, a sob or a laugh, I can’t tell.

“Oh!” Kayleigh keens helplessly. “Mmmm!”

“That’s it, sweetheart,” I rasp. “You’re my little fuckslut and you're about to get your butt checked for its cherry. You ready for that?”

After a while, I move lower. I run my tongue down, over the tender skin of her ass, and press it against her knot of her asshole.

She yelps, a high, desperate sound. “Trevor, no—oh my god⁠—”

But I don’t stop. I push my tongue in, working it slowly, letting her get used to the invasion. She’s tight as a fist, but her body yields after a moment, the muscles fluttering. I swirl my tongue in a circle, then pull back, just to see her reaction.

She looks down at me, face wild, lips trembling.

“Oh my god,” she pants.

I grin like a motherfucking animal.

“Relax,” I growl, “This is part of the exam.”

She shakes her head, but she’s so aroused now she can barely speak.

I keep going, alternating between her pussy and her ass, licking and sucking, never in a hurry. Her thighs start to shake, the muscles jumping, and she makes little whimpering noises every time my tongue penetrates her ass.

At one point, I pause and look up.

“Still nothing,” I say, feigning disappointment. “You really are an anal virgin.”

She laughs, a crazy, broken sound, tears in her eyes. “That’s not— That’s not how it works, Trevor⁠—”

I grin, slow and deliberate. “Believe what you want, but you’re clean. There’s no semen back there.”

Then I go back down, working her harder, faster, until she’s sobbing openly, loving the feel of my tongue deep in her rectum.

“That’s it,” I moan. “You’re my little whore, sweetheart. The one who loves being tongue-fucked in the ass. The one who’s dying to be fucked for real back here by a big cock, isn’t that right?”

By now, Kayleigh’s insensate and can’t answer, still holding her legs over her head while gripping her shoelaces.

“Mmmm!” she keens. “Oooo oh oh oh!”

I grin and suck her clit, licking her asshole again, and feel her body tense, the muscles in her legs spasming as the orgasm builds. She pulls so hard on the laces they nearly snap.

Then it happens, and it’s utterly beautiful.

“Ooooh!” she wails. “Fuck me Daddy, fuck me, fuck me! Lick my asshole and put your cock in!”

She comes like a banshee, arching off the couch, heels straight up in the air, a scream torn from her throat as her rectum spasms on my tongue.

“Unnnh!” she screams again. “Mmmm, more more more!”

I do the honors and keep going, licking and sucking that spasming knot, riding her through every aftershock until she collapses, legs spread, body limp and ruined. Her asshole continues to flex like it’s breathing, and I press a kiss to it before sitting back on my heels and wiping my mouth.

“You were phenomenal, sweetheart. A real fuckdoll who’s going to love being fucked in the ass.”

She’s wrecked: eyes glassy, hair stuck to her face, skin blotched with color, breasts still heaving.

But I’m still hungry. The ache in my cock is nearly unbearable.