I was bent over on my knees, gripping the sheets on my bed as my ex-boyfriend, John, pounded my pussy from behind. He was grunting and panting as he shoved himself deeper inside me, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of my hips.

I had never been more turned on in my life. It had been so long since we had sex, and now that we were finally doing it again, I couldn’t get enough of him.

My phone, which was lying on the bed next to me, suddenly started ringing. I ignored it at first, not wanting anything to interrupt this moment. But it kept ringing, and eventually, I couldn’t ignore it any longer.

“Fuck,” I muttered, reaching for the phone. I accidentally hit the answer button as I was trying to silence it.

“Hello?” I gasped, trying to catch my breath.

“Hey, is this Sarah?” a voice on the other end of the line asked.

“Yeah, it is,” I replied, still trying to steady my breathing.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt anything,” the voice said.

I looked over at John, who was still thrusting into me. He gave me a confused look, wondering who I was talking to.

“It’s okay,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “What’s up?”

“I was just calling to see if you wanted to come over and hang out,” the voice said.

I couldn’t help but laugh. “Sorry, I’m a little busy at the moment,” I replied.

“Oh, I see,” the voice said, sounding amused. “Well, maybe another time then.”

“Yeah, definitely,” I said, still trying to focus on John’s dick inside me.

“Alright, have fun,” the voice said before hanging up.

I tossed the phone aside and focused my attention back on John. He was still fucking me hard, his balls slapping against my clit with every thrust.

I reached down and started rubbing my clit, moaning as the pleasure built up inside me. John reached around and started playing with my nipples, pinching and twisting them as he continued to fuck me.

I could feel myself getting close to orgasm, my pussy clenching around John’s dick as I got closer and closer.

“Oh, fuck, John,” I moaned, my voice trembling. “I’m gonna cum.”

John grunted and picked up the pace, slamming into me harder and faster. I could feel his dick twitching inside me, and I knew he was close too.

With one final thrust, John filled me up with his hot cum, triggering my own orgasm. I screamed out in pleasure as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over me.

John collapsed on top of me, both of us panting and sweating. We lay there for a few minutes, enjoying the afterglow of our intense orgasms.

Eventually, John pulled out of me and rolled over onto his back. I turned to look at him, a satisfied smile on my face.

“That was amazing,” I said, still trying to catch my breath.

John grinned at me. “Yeah, it was.”

I glanced over at my phone, which was still lying on the bed next to us. I couldn’t help but laugh when I thought about the awkward conversation I had just had with whoever had called me.

“What’s so funny?” John asked, looking at me curiously.

“Oh, nothing,” I replied, still smiling. “I just accidentally answered the phone while we were having sex.”

John raised an eyebrow at me. “And?”

I shrugged. “It was just some guy asking if I wanted to hang out.”

John laughed. “Well, I’m glad you chose to hang out with me instead.”

I grinned at him. “Me too.”

We lay there for a few more minutes, enjoying each other’s company. I couldn’t believe how lucky I was to have John back in my life.

And I couldn’t wait to fuck him again.