Emma knelt there frozen, thick ropes of cum still dripping from her flushed face and heaving tits onto the hardwood bedroom floor. The sticky mess slid down her chin, landing with soft, obscene plops as Jax read Mark’s latest text aloud in a mocking, triumphant tone. Her phone buzzed again Mark’s name lighting up the screen like a flashing alarm.

“Pick it up,” Jax ordered calmly, his voice low and commanding while he lazily stroked his still-hard cock, slick with her juices. “Speakerphone. Now.”

Her fingers shook as she swiped to answer, her voice hoarse and thoroughly fucked-out. “H-hey babe…”

“Emma? I’ve been trying to reach you for twenty minutes....