Rain.
I can’t believe this is happening. When I had prepared for the dinner I never thought my night would ever include being f****d with a wine bottle but here I am.
The cool, thick glass of the wine bottle sliding in and out of me, is stretching my p***y in a way nothing ever has.
“Yes, Rhys. Like that.”
It’s obscene. It’s filthy. It’s the most depraved thing I’ve ever let a man do to me, and yet my body is betraying me completely. Every shallow thrust of the bottle sends sparks shooting up my spine. The smooth, rounded neck rubs perfectly against that sensitive spot inside me, the same one Rhysand’s fingers teased earlier, and I’m shaking.
Rhysand’s mouth is heaven.
His tongue is flat and hungry, lapping at my c**t like he’s drinking the wine straight from the source. He sucks the
