He grunted low in his throat, the sound deep and pissed and vibrating down into my cunt like he knew exactly what that voice did to me. But I didn’t let it break me.
“I’ll be good,” I whispered, sliding my hand up the length of his c**k slowly, deliberately, “but I want you focused. I want your head clear. I want your hands on me. I don’t want you half here and half somewhere else. So go handle it. Go check your phone. Then come back and use my throat like you promised.”
He stared at me.
Breathing like a f*****g beast.
“You’re lucky you’re carrying my pups,” he muttered under his breath, standing slowly, c**k still hard and glistening from my spit as he reached for the phone that wouldn’t stop ringing.
“And you’re lucky I don’t throw you over my knee for talking back right now.”
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