He gets a text.

I hear his phone go off again. He fumbles in his pocket and comes out with a phone. He laughs and starts texting.

I lift my head off of his dick, spit and phlegm stretching between my mouth and his cock. What the fuck is this guy thinking?

"Keep going. I've gotta make a call."

He actually starts dialing. I'm not super sure how to respond, but he tucks the phone between his shoulder and ear and doesn't give me much choice. He grabs my head in both hands, palms over my ears and pushes my mouth back into places.