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“I know, but it turns me on when you tell me I can,” I admit, gently tugging down her sweats. She lifts her hips, and I pull them off until she’s only left in her boxer briefs. I look up at her, and she stares down at me. “I’ll leave these on for now.”
“But-”
Her mouth shuts close when my hands connect with her clit through the briefs. She inhales deeply as her head falls back. Her free hand gently grips my wrist, something she always did when I made her feel good too quickly. Her body became overwhelmed, but she never told me to stop. Even now, she just held it there as moans slipped past her lips.
I took that as an invitation to start trailing kisses down her thighs. They were thick and beautiful from all the years of manual labor and the gym sessions she did. They were one of my favorite features of her body because fuck. I’ve always been attracted to thick thighs.
“Sweets, baby, you plan on teasing me for the next hour?” She moans, looking down at me. I smirk but don’t reply before burying my face between her legs. She gasps, and her hand travels to the back of my head. “Angel, fuck…”
I grip her thighs as I rub my nose against her clit, taking in the scent of her arousal mixed with the faint smell of sweat from a hard day of work and her favorite fragrance. It had my heart doing cartwheels, and I was lost in that heavenly combination for a while.
I could feel her thighs shaking every so often as I kissed and sucked her clit through the fabric. When she begged me to give her more, I slid off the boxer briefs, finally, and went right back into savoring every bit of her.
It was like I couldn’t get satisfied no matter how long I was down there. I was devoted to the way she tasted and the way she whimpered for me. She’d admitted before that no other woman had ever made her do that, so knowing that made me feel special. It was like she and I were always meant to be or something.
“Mm, yes, mamas. Eat this pussy like a good girl,” she said as she slowly rolled her hips against me, her hand still holding the back of my head. Her fingers locked in my mess of curls, and she pushed down, causing my tongue to sink even further into her as she rode it, chasing that release. “Fuck! Just like that, Sweets.”
“You’re such a good girl; she missed you,” she continued. “Did you miss this pussy?” I nod, never stopping my feasting. “Yeah, I see. Shit…you’re eating like you miss her. Mmm, Angel baby, you’re so talented.”
She knew that her words worked magic on me because if there was one thing I loved, it was being praised for what I did. Something about it set a million tiny fires inside of me, and I loved everything about it. I always wanted to please her.
“Ooh, fuck, I’m almost there baby,” she moaned and fucked my tongue with a quickened pace.
I gripped her thighs tighter and went to work helping her chase that sweet release. She was slowly crumbling underneath me, and I knew my panties were gonna be soaked by the time she soaked my face. She moaned and whimpered, and soon, she was gifting me with my prize.
I held my mouth in position and accepted every drop of her release. I didn’t move back until she was licked clean, and her legs had stopped shaking. All she could do was fall back against the couch as she tried to catch her breath. I stood up and sat beside her before pulling her face to mine to kiss.
“Fuck, I’m so in love with you,” she says once we break apart. I giggle before cupping her cheek in my hand.
“The feeling is mutual, love.”
“Let me go shower and then we can get out of here,” she says as she sits up. I help her back into her clothes, and then we stand. She leans down until her lips are a few inches away from mine, her smile spread wide. “I need to return the favor, so how about we head to my place?”
“Okay,” is all I managed to say as I got lost in her eyes. “Please, I need you.”
“I know, baby,” she replies smugly. “And you’ll have me all night long. Wrist pain be damned.”
This causes me to crack a smile, and she winks before exiting the office and heading to the shower. I busy myself with cleaning up any traces of our activities. About twenty minutes later, she’s out of the shower, and we’re headed out the door right as Kentrell and Emerson return. Phee tells them that she was gone for the night, and they tell us goodnight.
Jed meets us at the parking lot and smirks when he notices Phee’s change of clothes. He points it out, but she waves him off before saying goodnight.
It doesn't take us long to climb into Phee’s truck and head over to her place. As soon as we crossed the threshold, the clothes were coming off, and she was pulling me to her room for a night of sweet lovemaking.
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Where There’s Trips...
Phoenix“Phee”Preston-October 3rd, 2025
“Okay, Phoenix. How about we give it a quick stretch?” My doctor, Maverick Reynolds, says as he removes the last bit of the cast.
I nod and flex my wrist gently. It hurt a bit, but he told me that that was normal. I couldn’t believe that after weeks of wearing a cast, I was finally free from that annoying ass plaster. I hated every second of it because I felt like it hindered me from doing certain things when it came to work. I’d missed out on so many calls because my uncle put me on desk duty until I healed.
“Alright, now let’s get one last X-ray and then we can formulate a PT plan for the next couple of weeks,” he says, and I follow him out of the room. “I still recommend you stay away from strenuous activities until after your next check-up, though.”
“So, I guess that means I can’t pick up my girlfriend like I want to yet?” I joke.
He chuckles, shaking his head as we enter the room where the X-ray machine is. “Now, Phoenix, as a doctor, you know I can’t entertain you right now.”
