Page 158 of Monstrous Serpent

“You’re not.” He moves to the other nipple. “I won’t hurt you again.”

“I’m ready, goddammit.” Pushing him down, I grab the base of his cock, lube it up, then shift until the head presses against my hole. Sweat beads on my forehead, and I try to slow my breathing, teeth sinking into my bottom lip.

Five years. Been waiting five years for this.

Hunter grabs my hips, holding me in place. “You sure?”

“Uh, yeah. What do you think I'm doing up here, cardio?”

“You sure you want me to fuck you?”

“Obviously.” My stomach starts to knot. “Do you not want this anymore?”

“I told you to open yourself up without asking . . .” His jaw works, those dark eyes roaming over my face. “Would you rather fuck me? Don’t want you to feel like you have to—”

“Oh, shut up.” I sink down, then hiss as the head of his cock breaches my hole, thankful it also makes this jackass go quiet.

“Fuck, Atlas.” My name comes out raspy, deep, as his fingers dig into my hips. “Wait. Condom.”

“No. I want you to fill me.” I lower myself more, the stretch burning.

How the hell does Cody do this? And how the fuck did he take both of us? I need to get my boyfriend a medal for that.

“Easy. God, you feel so good.” Hunter groans, his abs flexing. “Atlas, go slow.”

“We’ve been going slow for years. I’m done waiting.” Exhaling, I take the rest of him in until I bottom out. “H-hunt . . .”

“You okay?”

I swallow, my body trembling.

Home. This is home. Where I was always meant to be.

“Atlas?”

“I’m fine. Just so full.”

We stay like that until my body adjusts, then I lift before dropping down. Every nerve lights up, my cock leaking all over his abs. I do it again, lifting higher this time and dropping harder.

“That’s it, baby. Ride me. Take all of me.”

Resting my hands on my thighs, I move faster. Harder. Lifting and slamming down. Over and over. “Oh, fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Oh my god. Fuck me.”

“Keep going. Don’t stop.”

After waiting this long, I’m never going to stop. Hell, Cody might have to settle for fucking my mouth—or Hunter—because I’m never getting off this cock.

Hunter’s hands travel up from my waist to my chest, and I push into them when they graze over my nipples, a small whine escaping my lips.

“Mmm fuck. Pinch them.”

He does.

“Again.” I lean forward, placing my palms on his chest for better leverage. “Fuck me, Hunter. Fuck my ass hard enough I feel you for weeks.”

He grunts, thrusting up, but I catch the wince.

The stitches.