Page 83 of Monstrous Serpent

I slap his chest.

Kincaid pushes a second finger in alongside the first. “Fuck, you're tight.”

The stretch doubles, and my rim burns. My whole body clenches down trying to push him out.

Kincaid holds steady, not moving. “Breathe. In and out.”

“I am breathing, you giant—” My body jolts when his fingers curl and hit that spot again, and whatever I was about to say is gone.

Just gone.

Trembley strokes me faster. “Oh, look. He found your happy button.”

“I hate you.” My dick throbs in his hand while I push back onto Kincaid's fingers.

Trembley chuckles. “Sure you do.”

Kincaid’s fingers drive deeper, hitting the spot over and over, as Trembley’s grip on me tightens. Pressure builds low in my stomach, spreading fast until my thighs start to shake.

No. No. No.

It’s too soon. Too fast.

My fingers dig into the muscle of Trembley’s chest, and my hips jerk forward as my hole clamps around Kincaid’s fingers. “No—fuck, I’m—”

Too late.

My dick pulses in Trembley's fist, ropes of cum landing across his stomach and chest.

“Mmm, look at that pretty dick making a mess.” Trembley licks his lips. “Give me all of it. Cover me.”

A whine rips out of me as he keeps stroking while Kincaid continues fucking me with his fingers until I’m oversensitive and squirming. “Too . . Too much.”

Kincaid pulls his fingers out, and Trembley lets go of my dick. He swipes his other hand through my cum, then starts stroking himself with it. “So fucking good.”

My face burns. I push up onto my hands, turning away from them. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to—”

Kincaid’s palm cracks across my ass. “The fuck are you sorry for?”

Tears gather in the corner of my eyes.

“Little J, what the fuck?”

Kincaid grabs the nape of my neck and pulls until my back is flush against his chest. “Talk.”

“I . . . I came. Didn’t mean to.”

Trembley snorts, shaking his head. “What kind of garbage sex have you been having?”

“None of your business.”

“Whoever they were, it’s over. You belong to us now.” Kincaid shoves me forward, my face almost crashing into Trembley’s. “And we’re not done.”

Foil tears behind me.

I swallow and look over my shoulder, eyes wide as I watch Kincaid roll a condom onto his dick. “I . . . I barely took your fingers.”

He lubes himself, then pushes down between my shoulder blades until my chest hits Trembley’s. “It’ll fit.”