Page 57 of Crushing Clover

“Cold?” His little smirk made me bite my lip.

I nodded, fighting my urge to push away his hand. He traced his fingers over my skin, leaving a chill trail.

“I wonder where I could warm these up?” he asked innocently, sweeping his fingers over the seam of my sex, making me gasp and shudder.

His index finger bumped over my clit as he toyed at my entrance with his two middle fingers. “What do you think about this?”

I shivered, but there was no denying the heat stirring inside me. I’d been denied relief too many times to be turned off by a bit of cold. For that matter, the coldness of his fingers felt…interesting. Each touch sent a thrill of anticipation through me.

“Such a horny girl. Did going to the kink shop with me turn you on?”

“Maybe a little.”

“Maybe a little,sir.”

My breath caught as he swirled his finger, tracing a tiny circuit over my clit hood.

I tried to slow down my growing arousal, but damn him, he knew what he was doing.

“But sir, we can’t do this here. It’s not even dark out. We’ll get arrested.”

“For this?” He snorted. “The beach is almost deserted, and who could blame me for wanting to touch you?”

I whimpered as he worked two icy fingers into my core. Compared to the heat that had flared to life inside me, his fingers felt like a popsicle. I wrapped my hands around his wrist but didn’t try to push him away, even though my back arched.

Fuck, why did this feel so fucking good? The cold was both horribly weird and amazing. He leaned in and licked my neck, then bit my shoulder as he stroked deep inside me.

I writhed against his fingers, helpless, desperate for more even though I knew he’d stop at the worst possible moment. But hopewas there, goading me into trying to finish before he withdrew his fingers. He shifted me higher, until I was arched painfully backward over the steering wheel. If anyone looked over, they’d see the top of my head hovering over the dash.

He buried his face in my cleavage, not seeming to care that the hoodie he’d lent me was in the way. Somehow, he found my nipples and bit them, hurting them even more than my back ached at the angle. He pumped his fingers into me in a merciless rhythm. My gasping moans filled the cab of the truck, mingling with his curses, and I went from praying no one could hear me, to not caring if the world did.

“Are you going to come for me, Clover?”

I bit my lip and shook my head. No sense in warning him that my orgasm was imminent. I tried my damnedest not to give myself away, but it had been too long since I’d had satisfaction, and I felt possessed.

“My poor girl. You have such a needy pussy. I can feel you squeezing my fingers.” He groaned. “Do you want to come?”

Fuck yes, I wanted to come. The tension inside me was wound so tight, making my body strain for the threatening orgasm, bowing me back over the steering wheel until my forehead touched the glass. The sun blinded me, and I shut my eyes.

Without warning, he pulled his fingers from me, and I wailed in mindless protest. I needed his fingers backimmediately. Could a woman die from orgasm denial? Because I felt like I was pretty damned close.

“Please! Oh, please!”

He smacked my pussy, shocking the hell out of me, then he did it again. The sting turned into a mindless, weird sort of pleasure. Helpless, I found myself rising to meet each smack. The truck horn went off a few times, but I was too far gone to care.

“You’re not supposed to be enjoying this, you little pervert,” he mocked.

I practically begged for his next smack with the buck of my hips.

“You want more?”

I was breathing hard, trembling at the strain of being so fucking close to coming. The mindless haze of need made it impossible to think.

“Do you want me to smack you again, or do you want my fingers inside you?”

I wanted to answer him, but all I could do was sob and writhe, and hope he could figure it out because I sure as hell didn’t know what I needed other than a screaming orgasm.

He gave me a few more smacks, and I could feel my wetness coating his hand, but I was too mindless to be embarrassed.

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