Page 120 of Crushing Clover

When Lucky didn’t answer, I glanced at Rush to find him holding out his phone as though he were filming us.

“No!”

“Yes,” Saint said from behind me. “I have to pay attention to what I’m doing back here, but I want to be able to watch you cry later.”

“Fucking sadist!”

“You say that like it’s new information,” Lucky said, amused. “I’m ready anytime you are.”

Saint rubbed the head of his cock over my back hole, and I held my breath, bracing for the worst. He pushed, fighting my body to accept his size. Like Rush, Saint’s cock felt absolutely massive. I gritted my teeth in anxious discomfort as he tried to coax the head of his cock into a much too small and tender hole. It refused to go in, and I breathed a sigh of relief.

“See?” I said quickly. “It’s too big.”

Lucky shifted me, pulling out.

“No! Give it back!” I objected, sulking as he deprived me of the part of this that actually felt good. He slotted his cock between my pussy lips, and I shivered at the feel of his dick piercing. I squirmed on top of him, and he grabbed a hold of my hips, stilling me for Saint who moved into position again.

“Why does he get what he wants, and we don’t get what we want?” I grumbled.

“We’re all going to get what we want as soon as we get set up.”

“Why can’t you take turns? It would be easier.”

“Because this is fun. Eventually you might even agree.”

Saint pushed against my ass again, and unfortunately, this time my body accepted him, bit by bit. I shook my head, but didn’t dare move. Saint groaned in pleasure as I whined in discomfort. Rush and Lucky swore appreciatively.

“She hates that so fucking much,” Rush murmured, his words more of a groan. “You’re going to love watching this later.”

“That’s right sweetheart,” Lucky whispered, “You grind that little clit on my cock. Use me to make yourself feel better.”

Saint stirred his hips, making room for himself in my very unappreciative body.

Why did this have to be something men liked? Probably because they were all evil.

I drew short, shallow breaths, trying to stop myself from hyperventilating as he slid more deeply into my guts. God, he had to be almost all the way in, right? It wasn’t as horrible as what had happened to me at the resort, at least. He was taking his time. I appreciated that he didn’t seem to want to damage the merchandise, but it was still the worst.

When he was all the way in, he paused, covering me with his body. I could feel the hammering of his heart against my back, and his arousal turned me on.

“It’s good, right?” Rush demanded, breathless.

“It’s terrible,” Saint replied tightly. “From now on, you should leave this for me until I get her good and broken in.”

Rush chuckled. “How charitable of you.”

“I am a saint.”

“From the look on her face, I think the lady begs to differ.” Lucky grumbled. “Is it my turn yet?”

“You can try to get back in, but I doubt it’s going to work.”

“I’ll give you another few minutes.”

I closed my eyes, wishing I could pause my brain until this was over, but I couldn’t un-think well enough to dissociate.

“Hold still,” he demanded, as though I had any choice in the matter. Between his weight on top of me, and Lucky hanging onto my hips, I couldn’t do much else.

He eased in and out of me, one careful thrust at a time, until he could move more freely inside me. It still felt horrible, but marginally less so.

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