Debbie.
The moment Rain’s finger slid into me, I felt it. And I knew.
My breath seized.
My eyes flew open. I looked down. Rain’s gaze was fully on my p***y, and I wasn’t wrong—his finger truly had entered me.
“You’re so f*****g tight,” Rain mumbled.
His gaze shifted briefly to me. “Can you see this?” he asked, his hand now moving barely. “Your p***y f*****g loves my finger, Debs.”
My heart was now pounding against my chest. And then, he moved it—that one finger.
I watched as he started thrusting in and out of me. His gaze shifted to me, his golden eyes burning into mine, just like River last night.
It was like this was the same person. Same face, but the actions…
And then, without warning, he added another.
“Oh. f*****g… fing—ahh…”
His hand kept going, slow at first, waiting for
