Page 175 of Taeja

“Let me fuck you.”

“Okay.” She climbed off him and tugged her shirt over her head. Her breasts bounced free, and Zain’s eyes latched onto them.

She felt more thanjust nakedbeneath his gaze. Zain had the darkest eyes she’d ever seen. Whenever he looked at her, they seemed to darken more, like he looked past her exterior and into her soul.

Licking her lips, she hooked her fingers into the waistband of her shorts. She slowly slipped them down her long legs along with the panties. She stepped out of them, taking a bold step toward Zain.

He leaned back on his hands, slightly tilting his head to the side. “I don’t want to just fuck you, Taeja. I want to push my dick so far up your pussy you feel me everywhere. I want you to take all of me until I break you.”

Her breathing quickened as her lips parted. She kneeled before him and put her wrists together, offering them to him. “What are you waiting for? Break me.”

Zain smirked while standing. He stepped forward, his print right in front Taeja’s face. “Take it out, then put your hands on your thighs. Don’t move themwhile I fuck your mouth.”

Taeja did as told.

“Kiss it.”

She kissed his erection, licking away the drop of pre-cum, too.

Zain gripped her hair tightly and held his dick with the next. He directed it to her mouth and Taeja opened wide. Her jaws stung as they stretched to accommodate his length. Tears pricked her eyes, and she shut them tightly, not wanting them to fall so soon.

“Open your eyes,” Zain ordered, and her eyes snapped open to meet his gaze. “Watch me while I fuck you,” Zain said, gently rocking back and forth in her mouth. “Does this feel good, Taeja? Pleasing me makes you happy?”

Mouth too full, Taeja blinked twice, and Zain smirked. He released his dick to grab two fistfuls of her hair. Then, he started to fuck her mouth ruthlessly, pulling her forward while thrusting into her mouth.

The head of his dick hit her throat. Over and over, bruising it and making her mouth and eyes water.

Fuck, this felt so good…

Watching him go crazy above her.

The flare in his eyes.

The way he used her.

Abused her.

Made her his by forcing her to take all his big, veined dick.

Her pussy was dripping. She could feel strings of wetness flow from her and gather into a small puddle beneath her.

Choking and gagging, Taeja was surprised at how much of his dick she could take. Damn, Zain was treating her like she was nothing more than a hole and she loved it.

Zain’s breaths were ragged, his movements quick but not sloppy. He fucked her mouth with precision. With skill.

Taeja couldn’t breathe, yet the thought of death didn’t scare her as much as this man taking his dick out of her.

At this moment, they were one, and Taeja needed Zain’s cum more than air.

“Fuck,” Zain breathed. He released a ponytail to grip all her curls in one hand. He pulled out of her mouth, pumping his dick with long, quick strokes.

Taeja opened her mouth wide, stuck her tongue out, and waited for him to mark her with his seed.

Zain forced her head more upward, and she kept eye contact while he lost control. His moan was deep and unfiltered as he reached his climax. Thick, warm lines of semen painted Taeja’s face. Hair. Chest.

Zain squeezed at his tip, filling her mouth with every drop before tapping his dick against her lips.

Smiling, Taeja swallowed the cum in her mouth. It slid down her throat with that familiar, slightly salty taste.

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