“Sergei!” Roman’s yelling comes from the phone. I reposition Angelina slightly and then slam into her again, panting. “What?” I bark and slam into her again, enjoying her little moans. “Where the fuck are you?” “In my car. With Angelina.” I slide my hand between our bodies and pinch her clit, and she whimpers loudly. There are a few seconds of silence, and then Roman’s growly voice fills the car. “Are you having sex while you’re on the phone with me?” “Maybe.” I smile, grab Angelina’s nape, and crush my mouth to hers, all the while pounding into her. “Jesus, Sergei,” Roman snaps and hangs up.
