Chapter Two Hundred and Fifty One
Raymond's jacket pocket vibrated. He ignored it. Gripping his shaft at the base with one hand and cupping the back of her head with the other, he fucked her mouth more frantically, desperate for release. He couldn’t stop now, not when he was only seconds from his goal.
Need it. Now.
His cock pulsated with desperate need. "Squeeze my balls,” he demanded. Her hand took his testicles, the gentle touch sending a hot flame through his loins as her fingernails scraped against the tight sac.
His phone vibrated again. This time it wouldn’t stop. Releasing his rod, Raymond shoved his hand into his jacket pocket and wrenched out the phone.
“Ah, fuck,” he hissed when he checked caller ID.
Vivian stilled instantly.
“Not you, baby, don’t stop,” he ordered and picked the call.
“What?” he breathed into the phone, his voice hoarse. With his hand on her head he continued pumping his shaft into her, as she resumed sucking him deep into her mouth.