Page 90 of The Phyre that Burns

“He got played.”

“Are you gonna take Phinley to see him?” she asked, slightly changing the subject.

“I don’t know. I’ve been thinking about asking Phoenix if she wants to tag along with baby Kevyn. I’m done talking about that nigga, though. I’ve been inhaling your essence for the pastfifteen minutes. You got my mouth watering, and my dick is hard as fuck.”

I lifted my head before sitting up and looking into my wife’s dreamy eyes. She was my peace. She was my joy. She was my heart. She was, literally, my everything.

“Is that right?”

I nodded. “What do you want me to do first, . . . eat it or beat it?”

She smiled as she scooted down on the bed until she was on her back, with her head propped on the pillow and her legs open.

“You choose.”

I licked my lips. “Say less.”

I wasted no time crawling between her legs and burying my face in my favorite place.

“Ahh shit! I love you, Phyre.”

“I love you more, Sweetness,” I mumbled against her pussy lips.

I had no doubt that the fire between us would burn until the end of time.

THE END