Page 83 of The Phyre that Burns
“Rich Black people’s problems are too much. I hope you?—”
“Nah. Don’t even try to put me in that category. I’ve been going againstThe Collectivefor most of my life. I am nothing like them.”
“That’s good to know. I wonder what your therapist will have to say about all this.”
“I’m looking forward to hearing her take, but I’ve figured out one thing on my own.”
“What’s that?”
“My father resented the fact that I stood up to him and didn’t let him force me into a career or marriage that I didn’t want. I did what he was too afraid to do.”
“Insightful. It makes sense.”
When we arrived at his house, we showered together, and as soon as we stepped out, he lifted me to the counter, stepped between my legs, and covered my mouth with his. I opened my mouth to receive his tongue, losing myself in our connection.
As we kissed, I slipped my hand between us, grabbing his dick and swiping my hand over the tip. I used his precum for saturation before moving my hand up and down his length. While I stroked him, his mouth slid from mine and traveled to my cheek, before spending a little time on my neck. He kissed, sucked, and bit, surely leaving his mark. His hand ventured to my breasts, and he squeezed and pulled my nipples, which were extra sensitive.
“Mmm,” I moaned as I bit into his shoulder.
Suddenly, he picked me up, lifting me high enough for my breasts to be aligned with his mouth. I wrapped my legs around his torso and caressed the back of his head as he alternated sucking on each of my nipples.
I could feel my pussy getting wet and imagined my juices dripping down the front of his chest. I was grateful for the high ceiling and doorframe as we moved through from his bathroom to his bedroom. When we made it to the edge of the bed, he slowly kneeled until he was low enough to put me on my back, and his mouth immediately moved to my pussy.
“Oh my God,” I screamed upon contact.
Phyre devoured me, showing no restraint, and causing me to gasp for air.
“Stop running,” he demanded as my body twisted and turned.
“Oh God! Please.”
“Don’t beg him. Beg me. Give me what I want.”
My pussy heard him loud and clear, and I sprayed him with my nectar as he attempted to catch every drop. I was spent but knew it would be a while before I’d fully catch my breath.
“This pregnant pussy gon’ have my ass trying to keep you barefoot and pregnant. It’s wet, juicy, and tastes like heaven. Turn over and get on your knees.”
He stood at the edge of the bed, face still shiny and covered in my essence, watching me follow his command. Once I was on all fours, he gently gripped one side of my waist as he grabbed his dick and slid the tip from the top of my ass crack to my hole a few times.
We’d done this countless times since we reunited, and every time, it felt like it was the first time his dick had ever graced the inside of my pussy. My stomach tightened as I inhaled, releasing the breath once my walls were snugly wrapped around him . . . or so I thought.
“Release, baby,” he urged. “Let me all the way in.”
He always felt so deep in this position, but apparently, he wasn’t deep enough. I put my arms flat on the bed, arched my back, and tooted my ass in the air as much as I could. I knew he was where he wanted to be when I felt him in my stomach.
“Oh, shit,” I mumbled.
“That’s right, baby. Just like that.”
One minute, he fucked me like it would be his last time, the next minute, he slow stroked me like he wanted it to last forever. When he reached around and began massaging my clit, my pussy quaked around his dick in less than twenty seconds.
When he pulled himself from my womb, I collapsed on the bed. He left soft kisses all over my back, down to my ass cheeks. Had he not been holding onto my legs, I would’ve leaped to the ceiling when I felt his tongue graze my ass crack and commenced to eating my pussy like he invented it.
“Phy! Oh my God.”
I’d barely recovered from the last two orgasms before he sucked another one out of me, then flipped me over and made slow, sweet love to me while looking into my eyes. When he finally filled me with his seeds, I fell into a deep sleep and didn’t open my eyes again until the following afternoon.
A few days later, it was his night to stay with me at the condo. He sat at the table in the kitchen, keeping me company while I cooked dinner. I finally felt like I was out of the danger zone and was ready to share my pregnancy with my family.
