He ate me while one hand stayed clamped on my ass, holding me in place; the other slid between my thighs, two fingers pushing back inside me without warning, and curling immediately toward that spot that made my vision white out. “Fuck—yes—” I hissed, head tipping back, one hand flying to his hair to hold him there. My thighs shook with every flick of his tongue and every thrust of his fingers. Then his phone rang and he froze. Mouth still on me, fingers buried deep, but completely still. The ringtone kept going and I felt the shift before he even moved. He pulled back slowly, his eyes flicking toward the nightstand where his phone lit up with an incoming call. “Shit,” he muttered, already reaching for it. “What’re you doing?” He glanced at the screen then back at me. “It’s important.” “Important?” He stood, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, already turning toward the phone. “I have to take this. It’ll be quick.” “No.” I grabbed his wrist, my bails digging in.
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