I froze for a second, lips just barely brushing the tip, and blinked up at him like maybe he would grab it. Maybe he would take one second to handle whatever was obviously important enough to interrupt the most dramatic blowjob of my entire hormonal life.
But he didn’t move.
The phone kept ringing.
And I tried. I really fucking tried to ignore it. I closed my eyes. I licked the side of his cock. I wrapped both hands around it and opened my mouth wider, desperate to shut it out, desperate to lose myself in the weight of him, the taste of him, the way his breathing changed when I flicked my tongue just right.
But it wouldn’t stop.
And I couldn’t stop thinking about yesterday.
Because yesterday he got a call.
A call he ignored.
And it’s been sitting in my chest ever since, gnawing at the back of my brain like something I’m not supposed to ask about. Something that felt wrong.
So I pulled back slowly, lips shiny, fingers still wrapped around his cock, and looked up at him.
“Go answer your phone, Damon,” I said quietly, licking my lips and hating how needy I still sounded. “I’ll be here waiting.” His jaw clenched. His eyes burned into mine like I had just slapped him. And when he spoke, it wasn’t calm. It wasn’t teasing. It was that dark, growled command that made my pussy throb harder and my nipples leak like I was begging to be ruined. “No, kitten,” he said, grabbing a fistful of my hair and yanking my mouth right back to his cock. “Fuck the call. Satisfy me.’
“
“No, Daddy,” I said, pulling back again and planting both hands on his thighs to keep myself from diving right back onto his cock like a starving animal. “Go answer your call first. I don’t like the way it’s been ringing like that. What if it’s important?” He didn’t move.
His jaw ticked. His nostrils flared. His hand tightened in my hair like he was two seconds away from dragging my mouth back down to the base of him, consequences be damned.
I held my ground.
Barely.
“It rang yesterday too,” I said, blinking up at him with wide, serious eyes. “And you didn’t call them back. I noticed. And now it’s ringing again, and I’m about to suck your cock, and I need to know that I’m not sucking you while the world is falling apart around us.”
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 cock 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 fucking beast.
“You’re lucky you’re carrying my pups,” he muttered under his breath, standing slowly, cock 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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