Page 84 of Monstrous Serpent

“Bullshit.” I look at Trembley. “Tell him it won’t.”

The dipshit smirks. “You’d be surprised at what fits in your ass.”

Kincaid presses the head of his dick against my hole. It’s blunt and hot and impossibly wide, and I immediately reconsider what I’m allowing him to do.

Fuck.

I came here to get my dog. To bring Blue home. Not this.

Taking a deep breath, I peer back at Kincaid. “I swear to God if you hurt me, I'll kill you.”

He grunts and presses forward until the head pops past my rim.

My whole body locks up. The burn radiates outward, and my jaw drops open. My fingers scratch Trembley's shoulders, and a sound claws out of my throat that's somewhere between a whimper and a scream. “Atlas . . .”

“Right here.” His forehead presses against mine, close enough that his breath is on my lips. His hand wraps around my dick and strokes slowly. “Eyes on me. Just me.”

“I can't . . .”

“Yeah, you can.” His thumb drags across my bottom lip. “Breathe out.”

I do, and Kincaid slides in deeper.

Trembley swipes his tongue over my lips. “You good?”

“Do I look good?”

“You look fucking terrified.” He grins. “It's adorable.”

“I will end you.”

Kincaid's breath huffs out behind me, strained, and his fingers flex against my hips. “Fuck.”

Trembley leans up, his mouth on mine, his hand sliding to my throat with light pressure. “Open for him, Little Jenkins.”

“How?”

He bites my bottom lip. “Bear down.”

Kincaid feeds me another inch when I do. Then another. “Mmm, this tight little hole’s gonna take all of me.”

“Oh, god.”

He slams the rest of his dick into me in one brutal stroke. “Mine.”

I bury my face into Atlas’s neck. “Too big. He’s too big.”

Trembley groans and wraps his hand around both our dicks. “Bet it's stretching you so good right now.”

A moan drags out of me. “Atlas.”

“Fuck.” Atlas’s grip tightens, his hips rolling as he strokes us faster. “Again. Say my name again.”

“At . . . Atlas.”

Kincaid pulls back and slams in, my whole body jolting forward. His pace is punishing and relentless, each stroke hitting so deep I can't catch my breath between one thrust and the next.

My toes curl, and my back arches as the filthiest moan tears out of me. “Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck.”