Chapter 8
The phone on the bedside table in his hotel room began to ring just as Sam Lucas angled his c**k to my hole.
“Ignore it,” I ordered as I stroked the hair that grew from my navel to the base of my c**k, pressing back on his slicked length, which was halfway to impaling me.
“Ca-can’t!” he gasped as he struggled to hold himself still. “I’m expecting an important phone call.”
“The front desk will take the message.” I squeezed my inner muscles to encourage him to finish that slide and start f*****g me in earnest. Foreplay had actually been fairly decent, and this seemed promising.
“It’s too important. Besides, they’ll have told whoever is on the phone I’m in.” He withdrew with a shudder, and I winced from the tiny pain. He snagged the phone. “Hello, Moth—uh—”
I rolled over to ob
