Chapter 392. Other Reactions

Melissa Lord

She looked across at her husband crossly. They were sprawled, naked and sweaty after a long session of wantonness, of downright kinky sex, on the large bed in Tristan Lord’s house. She sighed and rubbed her sore behind, smoothing in the lotion her husband had been tenderly applying before the phone had begun to ring. Her husband had spanked her hard before thrusting his c*ck into her and she had been mewling as he mounted her and rode her roughly, the way both of them liked.

Smiling like a satisfied cat, she watched curiously as he picked up the phone on the nightstand and immediately, tensed up, turning on the large reading light on his side of the bed and sitting up to take the call.

Now she rolled across, tugging at his flat nipples as he spoke into the phone, low and urgent. Squirming as she climbed onto his lap, she flicked her tongue daringly across them before nipping at them.

Who could be calling at this ungodly hour, she