PYKE

 

 

My mind is still hazy with mind-blowing orgasm minutes ago to notice my phone is constantly vibrating on the floor.

“Pyke, your phone.” My love, Camila squeezes my arm that draped around her waist.

“Shush, sleep,” I say between kisses. My cock hardens again into her soft moans as she responses to my light kisses at the back of her neck.

“Seriously, Pyke, that could be an emergency,” she groans, sounding irritated.

“What the hell they want at this time?” I lift my head to check the clock on her nightstand. “It’s three in the morning, Babe.”

She turns her head to face me. “That’s what I mean. Nobody...