Page 107 of Crushing Clover

“Are you trying to tell me there’s no lube left in this bedroom?” I whined with apprehension.

Saint gritted his teeth. “If I need to get my dick surgically reattached, I’m sending you the bill.”

Rush chuckled wolfishly.

While I was worrying about Rush, Saint grabbed the back of my head and brought me closer, shocking me when he kissed me deeply. His tongue delved into my mouth, insisting that I respond. He claimed my full attention until Rush started to wedge his way into my ass. It felt like he only got a quarter inch in, only to be forced out again by my uncooperative body.

“Don’t worry, baby doll,” Rush growled in my ear. “This will only hurt until I’m done.” A thrill of fresh anxiety spiked through me, and they both chuckled. He spat again, and the slickness of it hit the crack of my ass and slid downward to where he was trying to force entry.

I held my breath as he pushed, his dick more determined to get into me than my body was to keep him out. It burned like hell, but the discomfort and his groan of appreciation made my body temperature skyrocket. As he coaxed my ass to take his cock deeper, his movement ground my clit against something crushed between me and Saint, but I couldn’t tell if it was his fingers or maybe his pubic bone. Saint had pulled out partway to make room for Rush to get into my ass, but he was apparently too impatient to wait, because he started to move as soon as Rush had managed to get partway in.

Fuck—it was hell.

Should I safeword? What the fuck was my safeword again?

I stayed frozen between them, teeth gritted, whimpering in distress. The sounds of my own begging protests turned me on, but the sensation of being trapped between them was both scary and delicious. I breathed into it while hoping they didn’t get too rough or last too long.

“Oh fuck, you feel so good through her.” Saint groaned.

“This is the real reason we make a good team.” Rush leaned over my shoulder and kissed Saint on the mouth. For a moment, I almost forgot how completely, uncomfortably stuffed I was.

Then Rush pushed deeper.

“She’s not even complaining anymore,” Saint observed. “Unless those whiny little sounds are a complaint.”

“I think she’s short circuiting.” Rush’s amusement made his cock jerk deep inside my ass. I struggled, but they had me pinned so there was nowhere for me to go.

“Not so fast, beautiful. We’re not done with you yet.”

They took turns, one pushing in as the other pulled partway out, but that rhythm only lasted for a few minutes until they both settled into their own rhythm, sometimes like pistons and sometimes both shoving in at the same time, making me feel like they might split me apart.

So full—so overwhelmingly full. It sucked and I hated it, but of course they didn’t seem to care. Both of their dicks were too big, and it felt like there was no room in my body for my organs. My ass was being forced open unimaginably wide by Rush’s thick cock, a sensation that was still scary to me, and his sounds of pleasure made this even more unfair. They weren’t being rough, at least. I tried to focus on breathing, but there was no way to ignore what they were doing to me, or the slide of their hands over my body. Every time they forced a sound out of me, Saint’s grin flashed white and feral in the dimness.

“Hey, what the fuck?” Lucky rolled toward us, and I caught sight of his confused face and tousled hair before my attention was pulled away.

“Next time wake me up.” His voice was rough with sleep.

“That’s what you get for being noisy,” Saint said to me with feigned regret. “Now you have to entertain all three of us.”

“You could wait and have seconds, or we could work you in here somehow,” Rush offered.

Work him in?

“I’d use her mouth, but I’m afraid to get that close to Saint’s mouth.”

“Go ahead,” Saint said, his voice deceptively casual, “but if you teabag me, I’m definitely biting you.”

Lucky grinned at me. “Don’t worry, I don’t expect a stellar performance, considering they have you distracted.” He got to his knees and edged closer, and his big, pierced cock was already hard.

I shook my head. “Lucky, no. I can’t.” My gasping breath as both Rush and Saint shoved into me at the same time made him grimace in sympathy.

“I know it seems like a lot, baby girl, but you’re doing so good.”

When I whined, looking up at Lucky for pity, he shushed me and stroked my hair. “Do they feel too big and hard inside you?” His concern was thinly veiled sadism. He cupped my cheek with his big palm, and I leaned into the comforting stroke as the other two vied for space in a body that felt too small for the job.

Lucky rubbed his thumb along my bottom lip, and I kissed it, then latched on and sucked, distracting myself.

“That’s right—that feels better, huh? I thought it would.” Gently, he withdrew his thumb, humming in amusement as my mouth tried to follow.

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