Donovan's Phone Call

Donovan was displeased to see the mark on Iris’s neck the next day.

She had been with Emile and he hated it. He couldn’t figure out what the hell was wrong with Emile and why he couldn’t leave Iris alone. Why wouldn’t he try to make his marriage work instead?

“Um, how was your night?” Donovan asked.

“Fine,” Iris shrugged like she hadn’t made intense love to Emile multiple times through the night and even that morning.

“I missed you.”

“I missed you too.” Iris kissed him.

“How much did you miss me?” He breathed as he gripped her hips, before lifting her up.

He sat on her couch with her wrapped around him. They shared a heated kiss as Iris grinded against Donovan, making his cock twitch.

“I missed you so much,” Iris murmured.

“Get on your knees and show me.”

She slinked to the ground, her eyes not leaving Donovan’s while she unbuttoned his pants. Donovan bit his lip as he watched her pull down his briefs. Slowly her tongue ran over his shaft, still looking at him the entire time.

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