Page 79 of Crushing Clover

I moaned even as I tried not to, but the embarrassment of losing control with a man I detested was swallowed up by the pleasure my body wrung from me. His fingers gave me no mercy and launched me recklessly over the edge. My cry of desperateecstasy rang in my ears as my pussy rippled and clenched around his hard length.

“Fuck, baby,” he said, his voice husky. “That’s right. Just like that.”

His pace quickened, and my arms couldn’t hold me up. My upper half collapsed to the floor, and he followed me down, crushing me beneath him as he pummeled into me from behind, his finger on my clit merciless. I struggled beneath him, fighting the orgasm as it kept going and going, turning my body boneless. My legs gave way next, but he didn’t stop, grinding me into the unforgiving stone floor.

“That’s right, my sweet little bitch. I know you have another one for me.”

I meant to protest, but I only choked as the next wave of pleasure hammered into me.

“Fuuuck, I can feel you milking me.” He swore, the sound ragged and out of control. “I can’t fucking stop.”

Pleasure shivered through me at the sound of his rough groan. Men were always so stingy with their noises, and yet they were the most erotic fucking thing.

Deep inside me, his cock bucked, and I tipped back my hips to meet his final thrust, wanting all of it as deep as I could take him. His head drooped against the back of my neck, his breath hot and panting. Finally, he collapsed on my back, not seeming to care that we were an awkward sprawl of limbs.

We lay there, smashed together on the floor, trying to catch our breath—which was more difficult for me, since he wasn’t trying to keep his weight off me.

“Whoooa,” Lucky crowed. “That was fucking hot.”

“Didn’t mean to interrupt,” Rush drawled.

I tried to turn my head but couldn’t see him from where I was trapped under Saint’s big, hard body.

“I think they stopped because they were finished,” Lucky pointed out helpfully.

“Go figure—I steal Lucky for a quick blowjob, and we miss your first time together.”

“That wasn’t their first time together,” Lucky said.

“You don’t think so?”

“If it was me fucking her in the middle of the night, I would have confessed by now.”

“More like bragged,” Saint said with much less of his usual snideness.

He pulled out suddenly, making me swear in surprise and objection.

“Dude! Pulling out that fast is rude as fuck,” Lucky chided.

“And you could have gotten the poor girl a more comfortable pillow than your boots. Her face is full of sand.”

I expected Saint to gloat over the mess he’d made of me, but he only got up and zipped his jeans before grabbing the boots from under my head. I barely avoided bouncing my head off the stone floor.

“If the bootlicker wanted romance, she came to the wrong fucking address.” He stalked away, and I heard the bathroom door close behind him down the hall.

Rush sighed. “How did I end up responsible for all the aftercare in this fucking house?”

“I don’t need anything,” I mumbled, struggling to my feet.

“Yeah? You want to be a tough girl?”

“I am a tough girl,” I groused.

He caught my arm before I could take another step. I was embarrassed and felt dirty. I probably had dirt smeared on my chin and lips if anyone thought to look.

“I’d give you shit for mouthing off, but I think you’re at the end of your rope right now.”

Before I could pull free, he dragged me to one of the living room’s armchairs and pulled me into his lap.

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