Se connecterDebbie. We got out of the messy bed and walked into the small bathroom. We took a quick, warm bath together, the soapy water washing away the sweat and the musk of our lovemaking. Once we finished, I walked over to his closet. I didn't have to wear Rex's clothes again. Why? I didn't know. I just felt like I didn't need to wear it back. So I pulled on one of River’s own thick black hoodies. The clothes were massive on my chubby frame. The sleeves covered my hands completely. I didn't know how long it had taken these guys to plan this place. They had enough clothes. Even yesterday when I checked my closet, it was a full house of clothes, sectioned accordingly. No doubt these had cost a lot to acquire. A whole lot. My hair was still damp, sticking to the back of my neck as we walked out of the room and headed down the wide stone stairs together. The moment our feet hit the kitchen tile, the warm atmosphere instantly changed. Rex was still sitting at the high marble island, his lar
Debbie. I sat on top of him, feeling his massive hardness completely filling me up. The morning light was soft inside the quiet room. I didn't want to rush this moment. I wanted to feel every single bit of his skin against mine. Slowly, I lifted my hips up, sliding up his thick length just an inch at a time. I squeezed my inner muscles tightly around him, making him let out a sharp, ragged gasp. Every single millimeter of his skin was stretching me, filling me with a thick, heavy heat that made my core throb. River let out a long, shaky breath, his large hands gripping my waist tightly to guide my movements. "Debbie... fuck, you feel so good," he whispered, his voice incredibly deep and rough. His fingers dug hard into the soft flesh of my hips, anchoring me to him as his hips gave a tiny, involuntary twitch upward. "You feel better," I murmured back, leaning my torso down until my chest brushed against his. I let my weight slide down entirely, burying him deep inside my slick wa
River. I had explained it to Rex and Rex said it was because deep inside of my chest was still raw and hadn't fully healed even though the surface looked very fine. Debbie’s eyes went wide with instant panic. She sat up halfway, her hands reaching out to catch my arms. "River! Oh my god, are you okay?" I forced a small smile onto my face, trying to swallow the agony down. I didn't want her to worry. I gripped the bottom of my shirt and pulled it over my head anyway, flinging the cloth across the room. "I'm fine, sweet," I gasped out, my bare chest heaving. "It's nothing. Just a little ache." But Debbie wasn't buying that lie for a single second. She was already sitting completely upright on the bed, her brow furrowed with deep worry as she stared at my bare torso. "River, don't lie to me. You literally just screamed." I let out a long, defeated sigh, sitting back on my heels. "Fine," I admitted softly, rubbing the spot. "But it's really nothing to worry about, I promise. It’s j
River. Her skin felt so warm beneath my palms. Lying here with Debbie, after everything that had happened, felt like a dream I never wanted to wake up from. I could feel her heart beating fast against my chest. The fear of losing her was still a cold weight inside me, but having her flat on her back beneath me made the world disappear. I looked down at her. I am not like Rex. I don't want to conquer or force anything. I am the soft one. I like the slow, sweet moments where I can taste every single breath she takes. Slowly, my fingers hooked into the thin lace strap of her thong. I gently pulled the fabric down, sliding it inch by inch over the soft, smooth curve of her wide hips. My thumbs brushed against her inner thighs, making her body give a small, helpless shiver. I dragged the lace down her legs, over her knees and calves, until her panties dropped off the edge of the bed. I looked back up at her face. Her eyes glowed with a deep, warm amber light. I reached down and gentl
Debbie"Ouch!" he cried out, a loud gasp leaving his lips.He fell straight back onto the bed, his hand flying to his ribs as he let out a low moan of pain.My heart jumped into my throat.Panic exploded in my chest, and I rushed immediately to him, dropping my weight onto my forearms right over his chest. Our faces were instantly close to each other, our noses almost touching as I stared down at him with wide, terrified eyes."River! What’s wrong?" I shouted, my hands flying to his shoulders. "Does it still hurt? I thought you said it was healed! Where does it hurt?"River stayed still for a second. Then, slowly, the painful look on his face vanished. His lips twitched, and a wild, cunning smile broke across his face, followed by wicked laughter.This guy… He wasn't hurt at all.I stopped breathing, my mouth dropping open as I realized what he had done. "You... you won't stop these tricks, will you?" I snapped, huffing out a breath and trying to push myself away from him in annoyance
DebbieThe hallway was quiet as I walked toward the end of the building. The air here was cooler, and the morning sun didn't hit this side of the house as brightly. I stood in front of River’s door, my heart making small, nervous thuds against my ribs. I turned the handle slowly, trying not to make a sound, and pushed the door open.The room was dim. The thick grey curtains were drawn shut, blocking out most of the daylight.There he was — River. He was lying in the middle of a large bed, twisted up in a pile of dark blue blankets.I closed the door softly behind me, walked over to the edge of the mattress, my bare feet sinking into the soft rug. I squatted down beside the bed, bringing my face level with his pillow.He was still asleep. His long eyelashes were completely still against his cheeks. The usual playful look on his face was gone, replaced by a deep, calm peace. I stayed there on my knees, just watching him. I watched the steady rise and fall of his chest under the thick bl
Black.I watched the door slam shut. The sound echoed in the room like a gunshot. The silver tray was on the floor, eggs and fruit smashed into the expensive carpet, and the juice looked like a dark stain that would never be scrubbed out.Debbie was gone.I turned around, my face hot with a mix of
Debbie.I looked up and I saw who it was. It was Rex.My eyes filled with tears, streaming down uncontrollably."Debbie?”My legs felt like they were made of water under Rex’s grip. The image of Chloe in that bed was burned into my eyes. Every time I blinked, I saw her messy hair and that smug loo
Debbie.Rex pulled away from the kiss, but his hand stayed locked in my hair. He didn't move. He just stared at me with eyes that looked like burning coals. The room was so quiet I could only hear the clock ticking on the wall and the heavy, jagged sound of my own breathing."You asked for this," R
Debbie.I didn't even wait a second. I held my phone with shaking fingers and bolted out of my room. My heart was thumping so hard I thought it would burst through my chest. The image of the video was burned into my mind. The sounds, the shadows—it was all there.I pounded on Rain’s door. He opened







