Page 105 of Taeja

Taeja Marley loved a challenge.

“I want you to use it.”

Damon’s eyes briefly widened before a small smirk crawled on his face. “Okay.” He stood and offered her a hand.

“Let me suck it—”

“I want to be inside you right now, baby.” His eyes darted to his open palm before meeting her eyes. “Let me fuck you while Zain watches.”

Taeja looked at Zain. He was clearing Damon’s desk.

A small smile played on her lips. It shouldn’t have come as a surprise, but the way her guys worked in sync always amazed her.

Tearing her focus off Zain, she looked at Damon. She laid her hand in his — softness mixing with a coarse texture — and he helped her to her feet. He led her to his desk and lifted her by the waist onto it. He started loosening his tie.

Watching him, she slipped her long legs out of the underwear. She was almost ashamed of how damp the crotch was. It was like these men were a remote that controlled her body — making her drip whenever they desired, making her horny whenever their handsome faces or built bodies crossed her mind.

Was this what a stable relationship looked like?

Taeja loved it here.

Licking her lips, she looked from Damon to Zain. He was sitting on the sofa now, watching intently, like he always did. Smirking, Taeja tossed the panty toward him, and Zain caught it with ease. She opened her mouth to tease him, but a yelp escaped. Damon had grabbed her by the legs and yanked her toward him. When did he get out of his shirt and drop his pants to his ankles?

Taeja gulped when her eyes settled on his dick. Semi-erect. Head swollen with need. Metal piercing winking at her.

“Do you trust me?” Damon asked.

Taeja dragged her eyes from his dick, meeting his eyes. She nodded without thinking. Maybe it was foolish to say, but she trusted this man since the first night she met him. “I do,” she breathed.

“It doesn’t hurt.”

Taeja smiled at the softness in his voice. “I trust you, Damon,” she said, locking her legs around him. Bringing her hand between them, she grabbed his dick andused her thumb to trace the barbells poking out the sides of his dick. It was cold to the touch, and she wondered if it’d feel the same inside her. A shiver of anticipation ran up her spine as she lined his dick with her entrance.

Damon continued to quietly watch her, his eyes swirling with intrigue and anticipation. Inhaling a long breath, she slowly eased his dick inside her pussy, gasping at the foreign feeling. The cold barbells pressed against her walls as his dick settled inside her, filling her up and making her clit throb faster.

“Are you okay?” Damon asked.

Taeja nodded, looking at the ceiling. She felt them looking at her, making goosebumps settle all over her skin. “I am… just… go slow.”

Damon leaned down above her, linking their fingers, and trapping her hands on either side of her. His dick inched further into her, making the cold piercing rub her walls more and more. A low moan passed her lips and Damon smirked, holding her gaze while slowly thrusting into her. “How does it feel?”

“Good,” Taeja breathed. “Great.”

“I told you,” he said before kissing her. Slow, but hard.

Taeja’s eyes locked tightly, her heart racing as Damon kissed and fucked her. His tongue jutted inside her mouth, tangling with hers oh so sweetly. Damon smirked into the kiss, possibly loving how much she submitted to him.

As gratifying as the kiss was, she could barely focus on his lips on her mouth.

All that was on her mind was his dick in her pussy.

The piercing massaging her walls.

The surge of pleasure caused her walls to clamp tightly around him, his size increasing with every passing second. It was amazing how the metal rubbed against her G-Spot, muddling her senses, and leaving her on a sweet, sweet edge.

Damon’s strokes increased as he pulled away from her mouth and trailed kisses along her jawline. Down her neck. On her chest, then kissing her hard nipples through her thin dress.

Loud, breathy moans poured from her mouth. Unfiltered and raw, just like how Damon fucked her.

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