Page 121 of Crushing Clover

“There now, that’s not so bad,” Lucky crooned to me, kissing my cheek where it was pressed against his mouth. “It’ll keep getting easier. Soon, you’re going to like it.”

It was about as enjoyable as flossing my teeth with tinfoil, but sure.

“Such a good girl,” Rush said, pushing my hair back. It seemed like a sweet gesture until I remembered he was recording me. Bastard. He was zoomed in on my face and I wanted to spit at him, but my fear of moving the wrong way made me settle for staring at him with knitted brows. “You’re doing such a good job, taking his big cock up your ass.” I didn’t want to like pleasing him, and yet his words made me focus desperately on his face, as I clung to Lucky.

I protested as Saint picked up speed, making me dig my nails into Lucky’s broad, tattooed shoulders. Saint put his hand over my mouth, muffling my grunts and whines. Were they suddenly afraid the neighbors might hear? Maybe they would. I didn’t fucking care.

“Fuck, man. Not so hard.” Lucky grimaced, and I realized I was probably drawing blood with my nails. “And take your hand off her mouth. She needs to breathe.”

Saint grumbled, but slowed and let go of my mouth.

“Sorry,” I choked out.

“You’re not the one being a jerk, baby.”

Saint slowed even more, and for one glorious moment I thought maybe he was finished, but no such luck. Instead, he pulled partway out and angled my hips differently. I didn’t like it, but he didn’t let me get away. “Come on Luckface. I think she can take us both now.”

I shook my head. “Please, Lucky, don’t.”

“I’m desperate to be inside you gorgeous,” he said half apologetically. “You tell me our safeword, and I’ll stop, but unless I hear it, I’m not that nice of a person.” His quick smile was too charming to resist.

“Just don’t put me in the hospital, okay?”

“We’ll be careful,” he said almost as much over my shoulder to Saint, as to me.

I’d expected a few moments’ reprieve while they sorted themselves out, but the two of them cooperated like an experienced tactical unit, maneuvering me until Lucky could ease into my pussy, which was still wet and wanting from all of the attention Saint had given it earlier.

Dammit. Why couldn’t this be awkward and a turn-off for them?

Having them both inside me at once wasn’t any more pleasant than it had been with Saint and Rush, but Lucky managed to convince my body to accept his added demands, one measured thrust at a time. Damn them both. He inched all the way in, until there was nowhere left to go. Like the previous time, the stretch of my body around both their girths made me lightheaded and panicky, but Rush was there to comfort me.

“There you go,” he murmured. “You lived through this last time, and you will again.” I stared at his phone in bewildered amazement, feeling like I had performed a magic trick. “Such a good girl.”

I didn’t feel like a good girl. I felt like a freshly stuffed turkey about to be shoved in the oven for Thanksgiving. He abandoned me then, walking all the way around, probably to get better camera angles.

“Jesus,” Lucky murmured.

“It’s so fucking good,” Saint said, as though agreeing with him.

Slowly, both began to work together, one pulling out, only for the other to push in. They alternated, like well-timed pistons, as I stayed very still between them, hoping it would end soon. As I was gasping for breath, amazed again at how smoothly they did this, they suddenly stopped caring about keeping in rhythm. I cried out every time they synced up and stuffed me simultaneously—so deep, so full. My swollen clit was mashed against Lucky, but I ignored it at first, too afraid to move in case it ended up with me being even more painfully skewered. Lucky was moaning in my ear, the sound so hot and wanton that I shivered.

“Is that starting to feel good, baby girl?” Rush asked for the camera.

I shook my head violently, almost headbutting Lucky. “It’s too much.”

And yet being used like this, squeezed between them, filled with two cocks, was absolutely wild.

“Focus on how good it is,” Lucky urged. “Fuck, the way you’re squeezing my dick is so fucking hot, and I love how he feels sliding against my cock from the other side.”

I whimpered, feeling like they were jacking themselves off with my body—using my holes for their gratification rather than trying to share an experience with me. Fuck, I wanted to complain, but it was turning me on, watching Lucky’s deliriously horny expression as Saint rocked in and out of me. He was trying hard to control his breathing, and watching him struggle not to come was so fucking hot.

“Hold back, Luck. You can do it,” Rush urged.

My pussy quivered through a small, spontaneous orgasm.

“Fuck…fuck.” He arched beneath me, gasping, and deep inside me his cock gave a frantic jerk.

Saint hissed in a breath, then stilled. “Fuck, I can feel you coming.” He groaned, then pounded into me a few more, terrible times, making me sob in protest. When his strokes slowed and lost rhythm, he panted against the back of my neck. “So fucking amazing. I wish I didn’t hate you so fucking much.”

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