Page 87 of Crushing Clover

“Must be.”

Were they seriously going to hold an inquest while Rush stood there, looking at my pussy while it was threatening to drip?

“She has such a cute little asshole. Every time I see it, I want to sink my cock into it and see how it feels.”

“Tight, I’m guessing.”

They both chuckled, and I shivered as someone brushed a finger over me there.

Rushton got down behind me, and I could feel his breath on my skin. The spanking hadn’t turned me on, but being inspected was definitely doing something for me that I would never admit to anyone, let alone to these two.

He got closer still, and I felt the smooth skin of his shaven face glide along my inner thigh. What was he after? Just looking? I tried not to squirm, but it was hard to hold still.

His tongue swiped at the droplet that had collected at my entrance.

“She tastes so good.” He groaned, and I almost groaned with him. I spread my legs further apart, presenting my pussy to him for more attention, but he gave me another perfunctory lick and pulled away. I whined in disappointment, and they both chuckled.

“Poor little horny pet.”

“Do you think she’s in heat?”

“Maybe.”

“Hmm. We should probably do the math to see when she needs her next shot of birth control.”

A tongue, a cock, or a finger would have been great, but instead something cold and hard pressed against my pussy.

I mewled but didn’t fight them.

I wanted to demand to know what he was doing, but the wad of cloth in my mouth prevented me. I could easily spit it out, but pissing them off seemed like a bad idea. Whatever he was doing didn’t hurt yet, so I only frowned.

He inched the thing into me until it was deep, and the flared base made it difficult to take more. It was weirdly hard and uncomfortable, but I could live with it, if this was doing something for him.

“Why is this so hot?” Rush asked, pulling it out partway, then pushing it back in. “I couldn’t care less about sex toys, but give me a pervertible and I’m a happy man.”

They both laughed and my face went even hotter with humiliation. I was used to being objectified by men, but it never used to be so up close and personal.

Had he worked the neck of his fancy glass bottle into me? That had to be what it was. I grimaced down at the couch, hoping he would get bored of this stupid game soon.

“Such a good girl,” he said soothingly, stroking one of my ass cheeks as though I were a horse he was trying to keep calm.He shifted the bottle out of me slowly then pushed it back in, fucking me with it as I grimaced in distaste.

“You need to keep your bougie glass water bottles out of the fucking kitchen before another one gets broken.”

“I put them in the corner now,” he said, sounding distracted. He reached underneath me to press on my pubic bone, angling my hips his way. “Such a good girl for me. Are you going to fill up my bottle when you come?”

“She’s not allowed to come.”

“Why are you so against giving her any pleasure?”

“The last thing we need is for her to fall in love with us.”

“Why? It would make her more obedient.”

His fingers slipped lower, searching out and finding my clit with an ease that made me suspicious about how difficult it would have been for Noah to do the same thing. He’d always acted like he had no idea where to find my clit, even though I’d practically drawn the man a map.

The way Rush was stroking me was too good. Behind my gag, I quietly whimpered.

“That’s right, sweetheart. Leaving you needy all the time was getting old.”

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