Greyson’s POV
My ice met her fire, and Callie’s entire body went rigid. A loud, echoing moan was ripped from her throat, her head falling back as I slid two fingers deep inside her c*nt.
She was scorching. She was so wet I could hear the slick, messy sound of my entry, a squelching sound that made Raiden let out a low, predatory growl and reach for his own fly.
“Oh, f*ck,” I hissed, my own eyes rolling back for a second as her walls squeezed me. “You’re perfect. So wet for us. You’re practically drowning my fingers, sweetheart. I want to feel your p*ssy clench around my c*ck until I break. I want to feel you pulsing around me while I pour my c*m into you.”
I began to pump my fingers in a slow, relentless rhythm, my thumb finding the sensitive bundle of nerves at the top of her c*nt and
