Billionaire's Escort

I kissed every one of his eight abs and moved down the trail of hair below his belly button. He thrust his hips forward, and the head of his cock rested on my lips. I wanted to take the whole thing and let him press it into the back of my throat. I opened my mouth and pushed my tongue forward.

The sound of bells rang out. I froze.

“What is that?” Jake asked.

“My mother.”

He laughed, and I glared at him. “What?” he asked.

“It’s not funny.”

“So, what? Ignore her.”

“The words ‘my mother’ just left my lips. I can’t screw for at least an hour.”

“Wanna bet?” He bit into my neck, sending chills down my body.

“I have to call her back.” I stood up and turned to see him with his naked body laid out and his arms folded behind his head. He was still hard.

“You’re not leaving again, right?”

“No, I’m not.” I pulled my phone out of my pocket. It was dying, so I plugged it into his charger and dove down to kiss him again. He wrapped his arms around my neck to pull me down, but I stepped back.

“I’ll bet that took a lot of discipline.”

“I refuse to admit that.” I looked down at the phone. There were four messages and a missed call. “I’ll be right back.” I walked into the bathroom and called my mom.

“Mercedes,” she answered. “Where are you? What is going on? I’m worried.”

“I know, and I’m sorry, but everything is fine now.”

“Thank God,” she sighed in relief.

“Was that why you decided to blow my phone up?”

“No, we’re having lunch.”

“Alright, I’ll be there in a little while.”

“Sweetie,” she said. I could feel it coming. “I’m your mom. You know you can tell me anything, right?”

I hung up and walked back into the bedroom, where Jake was lying sideways in a seductive pose. He smirked and patted the bed. “Come here.”

“Dear God, you get me going.” I knelt to pick up my panties off the floor.

“Then why aren’t you here with me, huh?”

“My mother wants me to come home for lunch,” I said.

“Does that mean I get to meet the family again?” He sat up. “Last time was fun.”

“No.” I pulled my panties on.

“Why not?”

“It’s so annoying. They noticed that I was upset, so they’ve been ganging up on me.”

“Is it that bad?” he asked.