Page 80 of Crushing Clover

“I need to clean myself up,” I protested, trying to get up. I could feel a humiliating amount of cum streaming from me.

“I put you on my lap, and that’s where you’re going to stay, understand me?” He caught my chin and looked so deeply into my eyes it hurt. I tried to shrink away from his gaze, but he wouldn’t allow it.

“Are you okay?”

“Of course I’m okay!” I snapped, but as soon as I said it, I felt my bottom lip quiver. I bit my lips together, but I didn’t have control over myself.

“He was rough with you. You need a few minutes on a lap,” Rush insisted, not letting me go when I struggled.

“You don’t need to do this for me because I’m female.”

“I’m not doing this for you because you’re female, you stubborn little shit. Everyone needs affection, and after the rough stuff you’ll need it even more.”

“He wasn’t even that rough.”

He ran his thumb along my bottom lip, brushing at the dirt there. “Sometimes the mental stuff can be rougher.”

I grumbled something, but he didn’t let me go.

Lucky folded himself to sit at our feet, and he leaned against my leg like an affectionate dog. “Believe it or not, he does this for me, too. It’s good for all of us.”

“Except Saint?”

Rush sighed. “Saint has more shit to deal with than the rest of us, so Lucky and I understand. We don’t force him to do what he isn’t capable of.”

“What’s he not capable of? Treating other people like they’re human?”

Loyally, neither of them gave me more information, even though part of me wanted to demand to know why he wasthe way he was. Considering what I knew of Warren, maybe I shouldn’t have wondered too much.

“Did he hurt you anywhere that I should check?” Rush asked.

I shook my head and slumped against him, taking the comfort I didn’t want since it seemed like I wasn’t getting out of it either way.

“Lucky, can you check her for me?”

“Yes, sir.” Lucky pried apart my thighs and was between them so fast I didn’t have time to do more than gasp. “Her pussy is red, but he didn’t make her bleed. He didn’t use her ass.”

“Good.” Their concern was touching, until Rush added, “It would suck if she was out of commission for a few days.”

Both of them chuckled.

Jerks.

“She’s leaking on your jeans, though.”

I shut my eyes in humiliation, but Rush only laughed. “Get that for me?”

I expected Lucky to fetch a cloth or something, but he pressed his face between my thighs, his smooth-shaven cheeks soft against the skin there.

“Lucky!” Was all I managed to say before he licked me clean. My face burned even hotter than it had when they’d walked in on us. I meant to complain, but his tongue set off delicious shivers through my body.

He settled in, dipping his tongue between my pussy lips, trying to get at the cum as it leaked from me. Rush ran his fingers along the rigid top of Lucky’s mohawk, ruffling it with his fingers.

“Such a good boy.”

Lucky sighed in response, and I couldn’t help but widen my thighs to give him better access.

Another orgasm started to build. I was too sensitive and wanted to push him away, but I also didn’t want to stop him. Who knew when Saint would start denying them to me again?

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