Chapter 270 "Phone Sex"

Chapter 270 "Phone Sex"

Sienna tactfully asked, "Are you feeling better?"

"You forgot?" Andrew on the other end of the line replied nonchalantly, "I made you climax five times with just my hands back then."

Sienna hurried to press the hang-up button, but it was too late. A large hand easily took the phone from her.

Floyd glanced at the number for two seconds, then put the phone to his ear. "Hello."

"Can't handle it anymore?" Andrew chuckled softly, "I thought you could hold on for a few more sentences at least. The exciting part is yet to come, you jumped the gun."

"Sienna won't go."

"Sure. She's in your hands, out of my reach. However, if you can't keep her, she will still obediently return to me."

Sienna watched nervously as the two men conversed. Andrew was cunning and malicious, while Floyd, being young, was easily provoked with just a few words.

"Do you think I can't keep her? I'll chain her up and lock the door, she won't escape for the rest of her life! But I'd never do that! I'm not as pathetic as you!"

This time, Andrew fell unusually silent for a moment. "Then let's wait and see."

"No need to wait." Floyd suddenly smiled, "I'll show you right now."

Sienna gasped, feeling dizzy. Floyd pulled her wrist and threw her onto the sofa. She sank into the soft cushions, unable to get up for a while.

"What are you doing?"

Floyd loosened his tie, threw it aside, and started unbuttoning his shirt one by one. His handsome features and mischievous smile gave him a charming yet intimidating aura.

If Floyd's anger was like a volcano before, now it had turned into freezing stagnant water.

Sienna would rather jump into lava than fall into the abyss of Floyd's desires.

"Andrew, listen carefully ." He took off his shirt. "Whoever hangs up first today is the loser."

"I'm curious, we're all men here. I don't believe you can hold back with just your hands, unless you have ED." He paused intentionally, "Did someone castrate you?"

Andrew's voice turned icy, "Why don't you ask Sienna? She knows better than me."

"It doesn't matter, I don't care about your issues. Today, I'll fix them all for you."

Just as Sienna tried to sneak away, her ankle was suddenly grabbed, and she was dragged back by Floyd.

"Floyd! I really have nothing with him!"

Why did that sound like something a cheater would say?

Floyd leaned in close to her ear, his voice dangerously low, "Five times, huh? No worries, I'm way better than that. You'll only think of me after tonight."

"No, calm down!"

He yanked her pants down so quickly that Sienna only felt a chill in her lower body. When she opened her eyes, her pants were in the other corner of the living room.

His rough tongue licked her lower abdomen, his large hand holding her waist, making Sienna feel like a piece of meat about to be devoured by a diner.

The air grew hot as Floyd's tongue gradually moved down, even mischievously using his lips to touch the sparse hair between her legs, pulling and teasing, giving her a strange mix of pain and pleasure.

"Let's save the foreplay."

Sienna struggled at the edge of desire with her eyes tightly closed, suddenly feeling the hot and hard penis eagerly pushing into her vagina.

"What? Wait!"

They had just started! Her vagina wasn't ready yet! What was he doing!

"I've been waiting for too long! I need to release, or I'll explode!"

"But..."

Her vagina was still dry, it would definitely hurt so much if he pushed in like that!

She struggled, but Floyd's large hand gripped her waist, forcing her down onto his hips. His remarkably large penis, already swollen and red with excitement, pressed tightly against her narrow vaginal opening, ready to penetrate at any moment.

"I really can't!" Sienna was close to tears. "Do you have any lubricant? Just a little bit would help."

From the phone on the table, Andrew's voice suddenly sounded amused, "Isn't she usually so wet that she soaks the bedsheet? Turns out it depends on the person."

Floyd breathed heavily, staring seriously at Sienna, "Why aren't you wet for me? Don't you like me?"

"Of course I do."

"Then why are you so dry?"

Sienna was close to tears. "Just kiss me, kissing will—"

Before she could finish her sentence, Floyd leaned down to kiss her.

Floyd's hot breath and the scent of his aftershave suddenly enveloped her, aggressively invading her mouth, dominating and irresistible, causing her to shiver involuntarily. Floyd's kisses were simple and rough, lacking finesse but impossible to resist.

Just as she was getting into it, two fingers suddenly slipped between her legs. Then Floyd complained disapprovingly in her ear, "Are you sure this is helping?"

Sienna shot him a glare. With his wildness, it was already satisfying that she got a bit wet. What did he think she was? A faucet?

"Never mind, let's make do." Floyd grabbed his large penis, rubbed it against her entrance, feeling satisfied, and couldn't resist pushing it in forcefully.

It had been so long since he had sex!

Without Sienna, he had no interest in other women, and he didn't want to resort to self-pleasure. If he didn't release soon, he suspected he would develop problems from holding back too much!

His penis was firmly absorbed by her soft walls, surrounded by folds that felt just as tight and warm as he remembered. He took a deep breath, struggling to hold back his release. They had audience now; he couldn't finish so fast, or he would become a laughingstock, which to him was worse than death.

Sienna's walls were stretched by the large penis, the sensation sharp and clear, a mix of pain and pleasure.

Mischievously, Floyd moved the phone to Sienna's lower abdomen, positioning the receiver directly at the point where they were connected, then began thrusting.

Each thrust was accompanied by the sound of liquid splashing, amplified by the sensitive microphone to make the sound waves even clearer.

He really wanted to see Andrew's expression at that moment, but unfortunately, the phone on the other end remained silent as if no one was listening.

"Floyd, be gentle, it's too deep... I can't take it..."

"Deep?" Floyd continued his rhythm, his mouth not idle, "How deep? Describe it to me."

Sienna struggled to speak a complete sentence amidst the thrusts, pleading intermittently, "It's a bit painful, too deep, please..."

"Why not? Because I've reached your cervix?" Floyd's words were clearly meant for Andrew to hear, a common male trait to show off their sexual prowess to other men.

"Yes!" Sienna's voice was tearful. "Not so deep, I'm scared..."

"What are you afraid of? At most, you'll get pregnant." Floyd showed no mercy, instead thrusting forcefully. "I've said it many times, you can have as many children as you want, I'll raise them all."

Sienna was genuinely scared by the intense pleasure. She had only been slightly wet before, her body had not reacted much during the kiss, but as soon as Floyd's penis entered her, it was like a violent chemical reaction, driving her body and mind crazy.

Was she subconsciously craving him?

She finally reached a small climax, and Floyd also made every effort to delay his ejaculation as much as possible, finally achieving a not-too-early release.

The phone remained silent, as if no one was on the other side, but it was never hung up.

Floyd didn't care about Andrew, he was full of energy, and his penis quickly regained its hardness. He began the second round in the same position.

Just as Sienna caught her breath, she was invaded again. She weakly protested, but was forced to open her legs, allowing Floyd to penetrate her more deeply.

Floyd stared at her slightly dazed face, his voice hoarse as he chuckled, "Can't handle it already? I just served you an appetizer. The main dish is yet to come."

The attack was even more intense and fierce than before, with Sienna folded into a doggy-style position, her arms crossed back, her forehead resting on the soft cushion for support. 

Her body trembled and quivered with each thrust, his penis grinding heavily against the most sensitive spot deep inside her vagina, sending waves of pleasure through her body with each friction.

Her lower body was in disarray, her upper garment still loosely hanging on her elbows, half covering her fair skin, Floyd couldn't resist bending down to embrace her, pressing her back against his chest.

At least in this moment, she belonged to him.

Floyd increased the force but deliberately slowed down the pace, enjoying complete control and making her overflow with broken moans with each thrust.

But because of Andrew, Sienna's moans were weak and subdued, as if she was holding back, yet it was more ticklish than tickling the soles of one's feet.

The phone had fallen on the floor during their sex, and Floyd was about to pick it up, but then he changed his mind and left it there.

Such a lovely Sienna should be his alone.

"Floyd, can you hang up the phone first?"

"Still thinking of another man? My bad. I'll try harder to make you focus." Floyd had wanted to let her rest a bit, but it turned out his mercy was pointless.

"No!" Sienna's voice trembled, "I'm thinking of you!"

Floyd almost laughed, then kissed her on the lips, "The phone ran out of battery a long time ago, I was just teasing you. So don't hold back, I love your moans."

"Okay, then."

Hotel suite.

Andrew casually smoked a cigarette, draped in a bathrobe, looking out at the bustling cityscape below from the floor-to-ceiling window. 

The speakerphone on his side played an erotic sound that made people blush and heart race, but it seemed to have no effect on him.

His penis between his legs was still flaccid, not erect, but still a size that would make most men feel inadequate.

The rough panting voice on the speaker suddenly changed tone, letting out a long sigh of satisfaction, clearly reaching the peak of pleasure.

Andrew extinguished his cigarette on a nearby white stone statue, then decisively threw the phone out of the window.

Without even a glance, he returned to the bedroom.