Page 49 of Monstrous Serpent

My nose scrunches and my upper lip curls. “Just how delusional are you? You really think I’d let that ratchet thing anywhere near my mouth?”

“That's fine. Honestly, I'm not picky. You know who else is gorgeous? Your mom. That picture on the mantel? The one with the blue sundress?” Trembley whistles low, his stupid brown eyes twinkling. “Those legs go on for days, dude. When's she getting home? Think she'd be into it?”

“You deranged fucking Sasquatch.” I launch myself at him, driving my shoulder into his lower body. When we hit the hardwood floor, I scramble on top of him, knees on either side of his chest. My palm cracks across his face. “Stop talking about my mom.”

He breaks into a fit of laughter. “Jenkins’s mom has got it going on.”

I slap him again. “You’re the one who needs his fucking mouth stuffed.”

“You gonna stuff it, Little Jenkins?”

This fucking shithead.

“Choke on this, bitch.” I shove three fingers into his mouth, far enough that he gags.

His teeth clamp down on my fingers. Not hard enough to break skin, but enough that I hiss through my teeth. And then his tongue slides between them. Slow. Wet. Curling around my middle finger, dragging up to the tip, and back down.

My dick throbs. Fuck, I can't look away.

Pull your hand out. Pull it out right now.

I don't.

Fingers twist into my hair. Kincaid stands over me, his free hand popping his belt, then button, then zipper. He steps to the side, reaches into his jeans, and then pulls his cock out.

Holy shit.

It’s so thick—big—and it’s not even fully hard. How is that—That’s not fucking normal.

“Open.”

I look up.

He’s staring, jaw clenched, pupils wide. Waiting.

My gaze drops back down.

The head of his dick is swollen, red, and a bead of precum wells on the tip. I swallow hard, eyes raking back up his toned body. My lips part. Heartbeat thrumming so fast I feel it throughout my entire body.

“Not wide enough.” His thumb hooks over my bottom teeth, then he pulls down and pushes in.

My jaw stretches so wide the corners of my mouth burn. The weight of his cock lands on my tongue, all salt and skin. The bitter slick of precum smears everywhere. My free hand flies to his thigh, and he snaps his hips forward hard enough that the head hits the back of my throat.

I gag. Saliva floods out around him and my eyes water and I can’t—

“Stop fighting it.”

He pulls back and drives in again. Deeper. I cough as saliva slips from the corners of my mouth and runs down my chin, my fingers clawing into his jeans.

Can’t breathe.

“Not even halfway.”

The fuck does he mean, not even halfway?

He grabs my head with both hands and thrusts until I’m flush against his pelvis, the trimmed hair tickling my nose and his balls slapping against my chin.

I retch, smacking his thigh.