I barely got the last word out before Damon f*****g moved again.
Not a lot.
Just a tiny grind. A small shift of his hips. Just enough to make his knot press right into the sore, overstretched spot deep inside me that still hadn’t calmed down from the last orgasm. My body spasmed. My p***y clenched. And before I could stop it, a sound slipped out of my mouth that was definitely not appropriate for a mother-daughter phone call.
It was a moan.
I slapped my hand over my mouth like it could undo it.
But the damage was done.
Because the second it happened, my mum went dead silent.
Like the whole earth paused just to let me suffer.
Then I heard it.
“LYRA RACHEAL AUSTINE,” she screamed so loud I almost threw the phone, “ARE YOU f*****g SURE YOU ARE ALRIGHT.”
I swear to God my whole soul
