Page 123 of Monstrous Serpent

I reach down and pull his leg hair because the dipshit needs to shut up. Of course, he laughs. But it breaks halfway through when Hunter pushes another inch.

The stretch turns white-hot, and my eyes squeeze shut. Sweat coats my skin, my pulse racing.

“That pretty hole is stretching so nicely, taking both of us.” Hunter moves again, slowly, adding more lube.

“More . . . I need . . . more.”

Hunter pushes in until he’s fully seated. “Our little Titan is stuffed full of us.”

Full doesn’t cover it. Full is a joke. This is ruined. Claimed. Stretched so wide around them that my body doesn’t feel like mine anymore.

No one moves. Not until the pain fades into a rough ache, and I squirm, my hole fluttering around them.

Hunter bites my bottom lip and tugs it. “Need something?”

“Move.”

He chuckles, deep and low. “Then beg.”

“What?”

“Beg, Little Titan. Beg us to fuck you. Let us hear how much you want it.”

My mouth opens, then closes. The fuck did he just say? I scoff, eyes narrowing as I roll my hips.

Hunter leans forward, putting all his weight on me, so that I can’t move. “Beg, Cody.”

“In your dreams.”

One of their dicks kicks, dragging a moan from me.

Atlas nips the shell of my ear. “Pelvic floor muscles, baby. I can do that all day.”

He does it again. Think Hunter does it too.

My dick is hard and aching and trapped. I can’t move to get any friction. Can’t get any relief. And the sounds coming out of me are broken and high-pitched. “Please.”

Hunter brushes his lips over mine. “Please, what?”

“Fuck me. Jerk me. Anything. Please. It aches. Everything aches. Please. Please.”

He hammers into me so hard my vision blurs, each thrust stronger and faster. “Mine.”

“Yours. Both of yours.”

Atlas grunts against my neck, his hips grinding in small circles. He lets go of my legs, his hands sliding onto Hunter’s ass. “Harder. Fuck us harder.”

Hunter's thrusts become more brutal, each one punctuated by a grunt that sounds like it's being torn out of him. Sweat drips down the sides of his face. “Take it. Take me.”

A low babble fills the space, and it takes me way too long to realize it’s coming from me.

“Can’t get enough.” Hunter presses his forehead against mine. “Not enough. Never enough.”

Atlas’s teeth sink into the area between my neck and shoulder, and I cry out. Hunter captures it with a kiss. It’s all too much.

Blinding ecstasy crashes over me, my hole clenching around them as my orgasm detonates. “Oh, God!”

Hunter groans, his eyes closing. His thrusts change, his hips swiveling more, pushing back more before punching forward. “Can’t. I can’t.”