“It’s a label, babe- and you don’t like labels.” Slopping open-mouthed kisses down Ryan’s chest, I scooted to sit on his shins as saliva pooled under my tongue. Anticipation tightened my abdomen, and I licked my lips heavily as I tugged down his boxers with a hungry grumble.
“I’m gunna like this, though…” Ryan’s c**k was glorious; there was no other word to describe it. Thick and smooth and flushed, he stood tall at an easy 7 inches, and I opened my mouth as he buried his hands in my hair.
But my second breakfast wasn’t meant to be, and I stiffened when my cell phone’s shrill ringing echoed through the studio apartment. Irritation welled in my chest, releasing in a harsh sigh, and I slid off the bed with one palm firmly wrapped around the base of Ryan’s c**k. Rifling through my purse, I
