“Oh, like that! Yes, yes.”
He grabs my ass and tilts my hips, delving that skilled tongue into my depths. Taking turns lapping up my arousal and sucking my clit, he brings me to the edge in minutes. I’m so close.
Suddenly, the shrill, insistent blast of my ringtone pierces the air. It’s on my bedside table. I reach over to silence it.
Tristan looks up from between my legs and glances at the buzzing phone. He reads the caller’s name. It’s John.
“Isn’t that your ex?”
“What? I’m sorry. I’ve silenced it. Let’s—”
“Answer it,” he barks.
I shake my head, because that would be insane. He can’t possibly mean it.
“Can you think of a reason for why he would call?” The question is spoken calmly, but something dark lingers in his tone.
“Not a good one.”
Tristan laps up the crease of my wet pussy before pressing the flat of his tongue where I need it the most. I gasp and throw my head back in pleasure.
Which is why I don’t realize Tristan is holding my phone, his thumb hovering over the screen.
“Tell him,” he grunts, squeezing my thighs. “While I’m eating you out, I want you to tell him to never,ever, call you again.”
Then, in a moment of insanity, Tristan accepts the call and dives in.
CHAPTER 33
TRISTAN
I put the phone on speaker mode and place it beside her head. Ligaya’s mouth opens in shock.
“Hi? Ligaya? Are you there?” A man’s voice rattles us both.
I lift my chin, urging her to answer.
“Yes, I’m here.”
Resuming my position between her legs, I apply slow lingering licks over her folds.
“I heard you’re pregnant, is that true?”
“Who told you?” She’s a little distracted so the question sounds garbled. I wrap my lips around Ligaya’s clit and suck hard.
She squeaks in surprise.
“Are you OK?” the nosy son of a bitch asks.
“I’m . . . I’m . . .”
She’s soaked for me and ready to come on my mouth, that’s what.
“Ligaya?”
“Yes! Yes, I’m pregnant!”
“Who’s the father?”
