The sharp, persistent ringing of the phone felt like a physical assault on the building tension in the room. Maya froze, straddling Mike with her cock still buried halfway inside her, her hips suspended in midair.
Her heart was hammering against her ribs, not from pleasure this time, but from pure, unadulterated panic.
"Nnngh... oh god, no, no, no..." she whimpered, her eyes darting toward the nightstand.
Before she could reach for it, Mike's hand shot out with lightning speed. His fingers wrapped around the device, snatching it up before she could protest.
He glanced at the screen, the blue light illuminating his face, which twisted into a mask of pure, malicious amusement.
"Well, well, well," Mike drawled, his voice dripping with venomous glee. "Look who's calling..."
"It's your precious boyfriend, Maya."
"MIKE! NO! Give it back!" Maya hissed, her voice cracking.
