Page 50 of Monstrous Serpent

“You can take it.”

But I can’t.

My vision blurs, darkness crowding the edges. I’m going to puke all over his dick if he doesn’t pull out.

I start to remove my fingers from Trembley’s mouth.

“Keep them in his fucking mouth.” Kincaid holds the back of my skull as my throat spasms around him. “So fucking good.”

This time, I punch his leg.

Kincaid grunts, finally pulling back until just the tip rests on my tongue.

I gasp, choking and sucking in a breath while drooling all over myself.

“Such a fucking mess.”

My dick throbs against my shorts. Why? Why is my dick doing that right now?

He pushes in again. Slower. The stretch burns all the way up into my temples as every ridge, every vein, drags along my tongue. This time, when he’s so deep that his balls brush my chin, my throat doesn't close all the way.

I suck in air through my nose because my mouth is full. It’s the only option I have.

Trembley drags my fingers deeper into his mouth, his tongue curling around the tips before sliding back down.

Fuck. Fuck. That felt—Fuck.

I moan around Kincaid so hard it vibrates through my chest.

Kincaid tilts my head back. The next thrust slides past where everything kept catching, and my throat opens fully.

The burn is different. Fuller. Wider.

“Time to really fuck this mouth.” His pace changes, faster now. Harder. Brutal. “Fuck, your throat is tight. Should’ve done this the first night.”

I swallow without meaning to, and he groans. It’s low, rough, barely human. My dick pulses, the tip becoming slicker and more sensitive every time I shift.

“Knew you could take my cock. That’s it. Swallow again.” Kincaid thrusts deeper. “Again. Fuck. Look at me.”

I peer up at him, tears streaking down my cheeks. His pupils are blown, the vein in his temple protruding, teeth sunk into his bottom lip.

Trembley hums around my fingers, his forearm moving against my thigh in a fast, tight rhythm.

Oh, shit.

Is he—Yeah, he's jerking off.

My eyes flutter. I reach for my dick because it aches so bad my legs are shaking, and if I don’t touch it—

Trembley’s hand wraps around my wrist and pins it behind my back.

Kincaid grunts. “No touching.” His gaze shifts to Trembley. “And don’t you fucking come.”

Trembley huffs, his free hand sliding over my hip and around to my ass. He squeezes hard, and I whimper around Kincaid’s cock, hips bucking into nothing.

“Stop squirming.” Kincaid adjusts the angle of my head again before picking up the pace. He swells on my tongue, his grip in my hair tightening. “Don't swallow.”

The first spurt hits the back of my throat, and I swallow before I can stop it.