Page 53 of The Phyre that Burns
“I appreciate the restraint they show when Kavia’s being a bitch, but I refuse to put myself in the middle. When she’s in the wrong, I let her know and do my best to defuse the situation,” Kevin added.
“This whole dynamic is wild. Rich people create problems where there should be none,” Devyn said.
“Amen to that. To think, she acts this way because you didn’t want to marry her. I couldn’t imagine being so obsessed with someone who genuinely doesn’t like me,” Ginae said.
We enjoyed the rest of the night talking, eating, drinking, and dancing. Everyone, except Phoenix, of course, was tipsy by the time we prepared to leave. Instead of having both drivers pick us up, we piled into one vehicle.
“You’re okay with sending me home drunk and horny?” I asked Ginae as we headed to the exit.
“Here you go with the guilt trip.”
“I’m not trying to make you feel guilty, baby. I’m asking a question.”
“When you get home, take a cold shower, and you’ll be alright.”
“I have no choice.”
I leaned down and pressed my lips against hers. After a long kiss, we piled into the truck with Lennon’s driver. He sat in the front, while the rest of us crammed into the back. Ginae sat on my lap, while Devyn sat in the middle, and Phoenix sat on Kevin’s lap. It wasn’t the safest or most comfortable option, but we made it to the condo safely to drop off Ginae and Devyn.
I walked them to the door, still attempting to convince Ginae to come home with me. She stood firm and sent me on my way. It turned out to be the longest weekend of my life, and Monday didn’t come fast enough.
I imaginedDevyn and I would stay up talking each night she was in town, but Phoenix took us to a day party on Saturday and Sunday, and we were too tipsy and tired to talk when we returned to the condo in the evening. All that mattered was that my best friend enjoyed herself. She’d expressed several times that our weekend together was exactly what she needed.
Monday arrived quickly, and before I knew it, I’d dropped Devyn off at the airport and was headed to work. According to the GPS, I would arrive at work about thirty minutes before our lunch hour began. Instead of going directly there, I decided to stop at Phyre’s house and take a quick nap.
As soon as I let myself into the house, I slipped out of my shoes at the door and stripped down to my panties and bra whenI made it to the bedroom. My hair was pulled into a ponytail on the top of my head, so I didn’t bother looking for one of my bonnets. I checked the time on my phone and figured I could get at least an hour of sleep. After setting my alarm, I slipped under the comforter and closed my eyes.
I fell asleep within minutes and thought I was dreaming when I felt something soft, warm, and wet softly brushing against my pussy. As I slipped back and forth between dreamland and reality, I adjusted my body and opened my legs to feel more of what I was feeling.
“Mmm,” I moaned.
My eyes fluttered open, and I saw the top of Phyre’s head. As confused as I was by his presence, when he paused his oral pleasure to remove my panties, I lifted my head and almost cried in protest.
“Lift up so I can eat my shit the right way,” he demanded.
I did as he asked, and before my panties hit the floor, his face was buried so deep between my thighs, I was sure he would suffocate.
“Oh my God, Phy!”
I didn’t have any doubt that he missed me this weekend, but if I had, he removed all of that with each swipe of his tongue. He ate my pussy like a man on a mission with something to prove. I was skyrocketed to the moon in a matter of minutes, and I cried out in ecstasy.
As soon as I showered his face with my goodness, he stood and undressed before adjusting my body and pulling my ass to the edge of the bed. He lifted my legs, putting my ankles on his shoulders, and pressed his dick into my slippery hole slowly.
“Mmm, shit.”
“Damn, I missed this pussy, baby.”
He began with slow strokes and soft kisses, but before long, he pounded into me fast, hard, and deep, showing my pussy nomercy, as if he was punishing her for her absence. My screams were stifled with his mouth covering mine as our tongues slow danced to the music in our heads.
My second climax came quickly, catching me by surprise and sending my body into an uncontrollable frenzy. Phyre pulled his mouth from mine and ran his tongue down the side of my face until he reached my neck. As my pussy drowned his dick, he sucked on my neck hard enough to leave passion marks.
“Fuck, Nae.”
His dick throbbed against my walls as he filled me with his seeds. After the pulsing stopped, he removed himself from my womb and adjusted my body on the bed. I must have dozed off while he was in the bathroom. The next time I opened my eyes, I was in bed alone, wearing only my bra. I reached for my phone on the nightstand, and my eyes widened when I saw that it was after four o’clock.
“How did I sleep this long?” I whispered, confused as hell.
I checked my alarms and saw that the one I set for today was off. It only took me a moment to connect the dots and realize it was Phyre’s doing. I went to our text thread to send him a message, only to find that I had a message from him.
