Page 142 of Taeja

Her fingertips caressed muscles hard as steel. Taeja licked her lips, unable to stop the horny thoughts from infiltrating her mind. What could she say? Her man was beyond fine. From his flawless body and raw, masculine strength.

It didn’t even help that she could see the rising tent covered by the towel.

“Do you want a happy ending?” Taeja asked softly.

“Yes,” Damon breathed. “Go slow.”

“I will,” she promised. “I want you to enjoy it.”

Her fingers brushed past his happy trail and disappeared beneath the towel. She ran her fingers along his hardening length slowly, leaving it wet with oil. Then, she moved the towel completely. His semi-hard dick saluted her, and she licked her lips while admiring it.

Circumcised, not too veiny, just the right size, and pierced.

If there were such a thing as a perfect, pretty dick — it’d be Damon’s.

Taeja poured more oil into her hand, then took his dick between her fingers. She rubbed along his length with both hands. She did it tenderly, lovingly. Thelow moans passing his lips had her feeling like she was the one getting played with.

Using one hand to stroke him, she fondled his balls with the next. Rubbing and squeezing them, doing all the things she knew he liked. Damon’s dick throbbed the harder it got. She loved how his veins pressed against her palm.

Remembering that he got pleasure from the apadravya, she applied pressure to it whenever her fingers climbed to his tip. Damon released a long breath, and she looked at his face. His facial muscles were more relaxed now. His chest was rising and falling at a quickened pace.

“Is it good?” Taeja asked.

“You’re great.”

Taeja hummed. She rubbed her thumb over the head, wiping away the drop of pre-cum and using it as extra lube. If she didn’t hate the taste of this brand’s oil with a strong passion, nothing would’ve stopped her from taking his dick in her mouth and sucking all the stress out of him.

But she couldn’t, so she continued what she was doing.

Stroking his hard length slowly…

Playing with his balls…

Teasing his piercing and making him moan.

She loved this side of Damon.

Usually, he’d be the one making her behave this way. It was great being able to do the same for him, especially when he wasn’t at his best.

“That feels so good, baby,” Damon moaned. “Go faster. I’m close.”

Taeja tightened her grip and stroked Damon faster, harder, until he exploded in her hand. Lines of warm cum shot out of his tip and dripped down her fingers. Taeja didn’t stop stroking until Damon was spent.

She released his dick and grabbed a towel to clean him off. She watched his expressions while doing it. “Do you feel better?”

“A little,” Damon confessed. “Thanks. You do have magic fingers.”

She smiled — both happy from the compliment and that he didn’t have that coldness in his tone anymore. “I’ve been told.”

He chuckled as he sat up, watching her wipe her hands on another towel. “I’m going to shower.”

“Can I do it?” she asked.

“You’re going to make me hard again.”

Taeja rolled her eyes. “I’m sure you can’t go again that soon.”

Damon’s brow raised. “Is that a challenge?”

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