Tristan’s POV

The phone kept ringing.

Chloe’s eyes stayed locked on mine over her shoulder. My cock pressed right against her entrance, the fat head already spreading her open just enough to make her breath hitch. She was still shaking from the orgasm I had forced out of her with my fingers, juices running down her thighs and coating the underside of my shaft.

“Don’t you dare stop to take that call,” she whispered again.

I grabbed the phone with one hand, accepted the call, and put it on speaker without pulling away from her.

“Yeah?”

“Tristan?” Sienna’s voice came through clear and annoyed. “Where are you? I’ve been calling.”...