Daisy closed her eyes, feeling his hands upon every inch of her body.
'Ring'
The shrill ringing of her phone snapped her out of her reverie.
Eyes teary from pleasure, she glanced at the phone that she had thrown to the side.
She wanted to avoid it subconsciously but in the end, she reached out to grab it.
However, Ryle's movements did not seem to cease in the slightest. They only got intense.
The man squeezed her breast hand while his fingers twirled inside her.
"Ahh… R-Ryle… it's Diana…"
Ryle met her gaze, a glint of slyness in those whiskey colored eyes.
"Take the call. I promise I will be quiet."
Daisy gulped, "But… I…"
"You will be a good girl, baby. I trust you," the pace of his fingers slowed down in a provocative manner.
Daisy gulped, a hint of thrill in her body.
She put the phone to her ears.
