Page 108 of Crushing Clover

Instead, Saint pulled me back by the hair. “Where do you think you’re going?”

Thwarted, I wordlessly complained.

Lucky gripped his cock and guided it to my lips. “Suck on this instead. It’ll make both of us feel better.”

I parted my lips to tell him to fuck off, but he stuffed my mouth with cock, forcing it open with his thick length. Effectively gagged, I tried to protest, but it only made him groan.

“That’s right, baby. Suck.” Lucky’s voice was a rasp. “I love watching them railing you at the same time. I can only imagine how fucking tight you are for them—how you must be squeezing them together.” He eased his cock in and out of my mouth, making sure not to choke me on it.

I gave him the attention he wanted, actually finding it easier with a cock to suck on. He let me mostly take the lead, and I investigated his piercings with my tongue. Precum leaked into my mouth, and I wiggled the tip of my tongue at the small slit.

Lucky groaned, stroking my face with reverent affection. It was hot when he was rough, but when he was sweet with me, it made me melt. “Such a good girl, taking three cocks.”

“Fuck, Lucky—shut up. This is so fucking good I almost came before I was all the way in,” Rush complained, his hips momentarily stuttering.

“I almost did, too,” Saint said, his cock moving strangely inside me as he laughed. When I squawked around Lucky’s cock, he groaned.

Between the three of them, I was completely surrounded, crushed in a surging sea of muscle. They were touching me—touching each other. Rough hands squeezed my breasts and my ass, pinched, caressed, and dug in for leverage. Saint licked the side of my mouth where it was wrapped around Lucky’s cock, and Lucky swore as Saint tugged his balls. Rush’s mouth was on the back of my neck, and I shuddered in delight, loving the feel of his lips, and the way Saint’s pubic bone rubbed against my clit.

I sobbed, trying to fight down the rising, overwhelming tide of my arousal.

“Don’t you dare fucking come without permission,” Saint warned, moving his hips just right, making me pant, his eyes full of dark warning.

“Fuck—fuck,” Rush whispered against the back of my neck. He shuddered over me, freezing mid-motion as his cock bucked and twitched in my ass.

There was no way to stop now. My body quaked with the effort to hold back, my pussy and ass muscles seizing in a punishing grip.

Saint’s body bowed under mine. “Fuck yeah.” He gripped my hips with cruel fingers.

Was that permission?

There was no time to ask. Blood sang in my ears, and the air was filled with moans and swears. I gagged on Lucky’s cock as my body crashed into violent orgasm. My eyes rolled, and for a long, long moment I was sightless, my pussy seizing and fluttering with rolling waves of pleasure. I sobbed on Lucky’s cock, and a moment later it discharged hard, scalding a path down the back of my throat.

Rush collapsed onto my back, and Lucky pulled out of my mouth and toppled sideways, panting, on top of him. I was pinned by a landslide of naked men, onto a naked man. The aftershocks of my orgasm made me whimper, and the two men still inside me groaned.

“I hate to have to tell you this, Saint, but our little sex slave came without permission.”

“Fucking narc,” I mumbled, too sated and squashed to care. By the time they sorted themselves out, maybe Saint would forget.

Beneath me, Saint burst out laughing. The sound was rusty, as though he hadn’t really laughed in a long time. I found myself grinning even though my body was full of complaints.

“Did you just call Rush a narc?” His voice was breathy, as though we were squashing him.

“In my defence, you did say ‘fuck yeah.’ I assumed that was permission, since you left it open to interpretation.”

“She’s right. You did say that,” Lucky agreed.

“You’d give her an alibi if she murdered me,” Saint grumbled, sounding more like himself.

“That pussy though—am I right?” Lucky said.

“Rush, your submissives are staging a mutiny.”

“Shh. You’re ruining my afterglow,” Rush mumbled blearily.

“Complete fucking anarchy in this bed,” Saint complained. “Lucky, get him off of us. I’m running out of oxygen down here.”

“The lack of air seems to be doing wonders for your mood. I heard you laugh, fucker.” Rush reached past my ear to ruffle Saint’s hair.

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