Page 32 of The Phyre that Burns
I didn’t hesitate to lift my shirt over my head, get on my knees, put her legs on my shoulder, and bury my face in her pussy.
“Oh, fuck!” she blurted out at the first swipe of my tongue.
For the first time in over a decade, my soul was at rest, my mind was at ease, and my heart was whole. Ginae’s pussy tasted better than I remembered, and I literally wanted to drown my face in her juices. Based on the way she pressed on the back of my head, we wanted the same thing.
I worked my tongue through the crevices of her pussy, savoring each molecule of flavor, praying that the remnants remained on my tongue forever.
“Give me what I want, baby.”
“Shit, Phy. It’s cum—I’m cummi—oh my—shit!”
Her juices shot out like a fire hydrant, so fast and hard that I couldn’t catch it all in my mouth, but damn if I didn’t try. Her body tensed, shook, and shivered, as my tongue and fingers continued to lick and stroke her into a state of oblivion.
“Phyre, please,” she pleaded, pushing my head away from her center and attempting to scoot back.
“Nah. C’mere, baby. I’m not done with you yet.”
“Let me catch my?—”
I hovered above her, covering her mouth with mine, pressing my tongue between her lips, giving her the opportunity to taste her sweetness. Her tune had changed quickly, and she moaned, slipping her hands between us. When I felt her slide one of them into my pants, I smiled against her lips.
“Hold on, baby,” I said, getting back on my feet.
“What’s wrong?”
“I’m giving you a chance to stop this before it goes too far.”
“I don’t want to stop. I want it,” she whined.
“You want this?” I grabbed my dick, and she nodded. “You can only have this dick if you want this too.” I pointed to my heart. “It’s a package deal. If you don’t want both, I’ll see my way out.”
“Phyre—”
“It’s a yes or no question, baby. You know where I stand. I can get pussy anywhere, but I want your pussy, and your pussy alone, for the rest of my life. We got some shit to sort out, but once I enter you, ain’t no turning back. Do you understand?”
She nodded vigorously, but that wasn’t enough.
“Sweetness, are we clear?”
“We’re clear.”
When I pushed my sweats and underwear down, my dick popped out, ready to give her what she wanted. I noticed Ginae licking her lips, and as much as I would love to shoot my seeds down her throat, that would have to wait. Her legs were wide open, and as I crawled between them, I stroked my dick while looking into her eyes.
“I love you,” I said as I lined my dick up to her entrance and pressed my way inside.
“Mmm, shit.”
She moaned as her pussy adjusted to my size. I tucked my arms underneath her thighs, giving myself a better angle to hit her spot. Slowly, deliberately, and with the nastiest intentions, I reminded Ginae what this dick was capable of, just in case her memory had failed her.
“Whose pussy is this, baby?”
“It’s yours, Phy. It’s always been yours.”
“I know you gave my pussy to some other niggas, but I’m here to remind you who it belongs to. You ready for that,Sweetness? You ready for me to put my name on this shit and fuck this pussy so good that she dries up at the thought of another nigga coming near her?”
I continued to deliver deep, hard strokes while I talked shit with my lips brushing against her ear.
“Yes, baby. Remind me.”
