Her eyes roll as she stares at the screen. “Tyler.”
Irritation wells up inside of me. “Answer it.”
I bring my hands to the waistband of her leggings, tugging them off in one fluid motion.
She’s not wearing any goddamn panties.
I groan, spreading her legs and lowering myself between them. “Answer it, Angel. Put it on speaker.”
She glides her thumb over the screen, gasping at the first swipe of my tongue along her soaked pussy. “H-hello?”
“It’s me. Are you busy?” Tyler’s grating voice comes across the line, but I don’t let it get to me.
I have far more important things to worry about, like makingmy wifescream my name.
I look up at her and nod once, silently urging her to keep the conversation going. While she’s distracted, I release my weeping cock, desperate for relief. I kick off my jeans and let them fall to the floor, leaving me in nothing but my shirt. Angie’s not the only one averse to wearing underwear.
“No,” she says. “What do you want?”
I dive back in, my forehead resting against her soft belly as I spread her open with my fingers. My tongue runs up the length of her, from her opening all the way to her clit, paying special attention to the sensitive bud.
“I want the ring back,” Tyler says.
Her voice pitches higher. “What?”
Hot breath fans across her glistening pussy as I take in the shocked expression on her face. My gaze turns downright murderous, spurring me on. I redouble my efforts, driving her higher and higher, eager to feel her fall apart beneath me.
“I want the ring back,” he repeats. “It was expensive.”
Angie’s eyes drift shut, her thick lashes fanning out across her round cheeks. She squirms beneath me, heels digging into my back. “I don’t have it.”
She has no idea that Tyler’s ring is still tucked away in the glove box of my truck, exactly where I left it months ago.
I grin against her center and slide two fingers inside her tight heat. She moans at the sudden intrusion, setting free a high-pitched, “Oh fuck.”
My hand trails up her torso, and I slide two fingers into her hot mouth. She sucks, and my dick twitches against the cushion. I’m hard as steel, and if I’m not careful, I’ll embarrass myself.
“Angie? You still there?”
“Mhm,” she answers around the digits.
“Where is it?”
The hand that was in her mouth drifts lower, cupping her right breast, pinching and toying with her nipple. At the same time, I suck her clit into my mouth and crook my fingers inside of her, fervently stroking against her inner walls.
“I—I’m not sure,” she replies breathily.
“What the fuck is going on?” he asks.
My tongue makes sensual patterns along her swollen, sensitive lips as she soaks my beard. The sounds her pussy is making are downright filthy with how goddamn wet she is.
Her chest heaves with each uneven breath as she clenches around my fingers. She’s close. I can feel it.
“Griff,” she whispers.
“Mm.Don’t be shy, baby girl. Let him hear how good it feels. Scream your husband’s name.”
I keep the same rhythm, sliding a third finger inside her while simultaneously adding more pressure to her clit. After a few more deliberate strokes, the phone falls to the floor, and she unravels.
