Page 119 of Crushing Clover

Oh fuck. Ah fuck.

Why did it have to feel so weirdly good? I didn’t want to like it, and the humiliation of the needy, begging noises it was drawing out of me made me wish my pounding heart would explode so I could die on the spot.

“I think she wants another finger,” Lucky murmured, the fucking traitor.

“No, I don’t!”

Saint was already coating another finger in lube.

Lucky toyed with my pussy, spreading it open and groaning his appreciation. “Filled ass and empty pussy. Why is that always so hot?”

“If you’re not careful you’re going to cum in your shorts,” Rush said, chuckling. He met my eyes in secret acknowledgement of what had happened when he’d taken me to the beach.

“It would hardly be the first time.” But Lucky pulled away his fingers, leaving me with nothing else to focus on except how good their hands felt skimming my body, and how my ass definitely did not want the second finger being slowly coaxed into it. Saint managed to squeeze it in, forcefully but carefully, insisting my body take it.

“Good,” Rush said, smoothing my hair away from my face. He caressed my cheek, then pushed his finger into my mouth. “Suck, little girl. It’ll help distract you.”

I tried not to squirm because it made Saint finger-fucking my ass feel even stranger. My gasps of distress and pleasure had gotten loud enough I was ashamed. Damn them for making me feel this way when I absolutely didn’t want to.

“Are you going to try three fingers?” Rush asked as soon as my body had adjusted to two being all the way in. I was sobbing and babbling and making an idiot of myself every time Saint flicked my clit with his tongue.

“No. I want her to suffer on my dick, at least a little.” Saint pulled his fingers out of me and left me there, sweaty and panting and mewling with need.

I opened my mouth to beg him to come back, but managed to shut that down before I humiliated myself even worse.

Before I could figure out where Saint had disappeared to, Rush picked me up and ignored my protests. He kissed me long and hard. I melted in his arms, too frustrated and confused to object much.

“Don’t worry. I’ll come back and give you what you want,” Saint said.

“It’s not what I want!”

“If you safeword, everything stops,” the asshole reminded me.

“I hate you!”

“Isn’t that the worst?” Lucky commiserated. “Like you’re in any frame of mind to refuse right now?”

Rush turned me in his arms, and laid me on top of Lucky, who was face-up on the bench I’d been plucked from. Lucky guided my descent, draping my legs to either side of him, and guiding his pierced cock into my slick pussy. I gave an involuntary, shuddering sigh when he was hilt-deep inside me—it was exactly what my body wanted.

“Fuck, you feel amazing.”

Despite his words, he didn’t move beneath me. Desperate, I struggled on top of him, rubbing against him shamelessly.

“Patience, little girl.” At first, I thought Rush had said it, but then I realized it was Saint speaking from behind me.

“No!” I whined.

“Rush, have 9-1-1 on standby in case she snaps my dick off.”

“If he loses his dick putting it somewhere it doesn’t belong, he should have to live with the consequences,” I said sourly.

All three of them laughed with real amusement, and I almost let myself enjoy the moment of triumph, but then Saint positioned himself behind me. Lucky stroked his hands down my sides and made comforting sounds that did nothing to ease my consternation.

“Ready?” Saint demanded.

“No!”

“I wasn’t talking to you, bootlicker. I don’t care if you’re ready.”

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