Page 112 of Monstrous Serpent

Hunter’s hips snap forward again. And again. Brutal and controlled, his dick dragging over my tongue before slamming deep. “Told you not to run from us. Maybe next time you actually listen.”

I reach down, palming myself through my pants because my dick is so hard it hurts.

Hunter’s boot knocks my hand away. “No. You don’t get to touch yourself.”

I whimper around him as he fucks into my mouth, using it as if he owns it. He pulls out a few seconds later, and I gasp, a thick string of spit connecting my lips to the head of his dick. Before I can wipe my face, Atlas steps in.

“My turn.” He fists my hair as his dick pushes past my lips. He isn’t as thick as Hunter, but the curve of him hits wrong immediately, dragging over my tongue before bumping the back of my throat.

I gag again, rougher this time, my throat refusing the angle even as he holds me there. My hands fly to his thighs, nails digging in, and Atlas makes this broken, wrecked sound that goes straight to my dick.

His grip in my hair tightens. “Look at me. I want to see those baby-blue eyes while you choke on my cock.”

I look up, moaning around him.

He pulls out, leaving just the head resting on my tongue, and I suck in a breath. Then Hunter steps closer and pushes past my lips.

My jaw can’t open wider. No way they are both getting into my mouth.

Hunter places one hand on the wall and towers over me. “Suck. Both of us.”

I hollow out my cheeks and swirl my tongue over them both.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” Atlas pants, his chest heaving, eyelids half-mast. Then his gaze flicks over to Hunter’s cock, and the tip of his tongue runs across his upper lip.

I moan, reaching for my aching dick again. Never seen them play, but fuck do I want to.

Hunter kicks my hand again. “Told you once already not to touch. Won’t tell you a third time.”

I give him the finger, then suck hard. They both hiss out a breath.

Voices filter into the room, and I freeze.

Shit.

Hunter stops me when I move to stand. “We’re not done.”

“You can’t be serious.”

They both pull out, their fists pumping their dicks fast and rough. I stay on my knees, panting, staring up at them. They both grunt loudly, their cum streaking across my cheeks, lips, and chin.

Hunter’s fingers close around my wrist when I reach up to wipe my face. His thumb drags through the cum on my cheekbone and spreads it further across my skin. “Leave it. You’re walking out of here wearing us.”

“What?”

Atlas tucks himself away, then takes my hand and helps me up. “Consider it a lesson. Next time, don't take off without telling us.”

“That’s what you think.”

Hunter wraps his hand around my throat, licks the cum from my lips, then kisses me, pushing it into my mouth. “Try it and see what happens.”

I nod.

Except once we’re outside, I wipe my face with my sleeve because Hunter can say leave it all he wants, but I'm not walking past families with jizz on my face.

“Jesus fucking Christ.” Atlas pulls his phone from his pocket. “I should’ve waited to send that picture. They won’t leave me alone.”

I glance at him over my shoulder. “Who?”