Page 178 of Taeja

“Faster,” she begged, her voice foreign to her ears.

The dresser was banging against the wall, so when something fell with an almost deafening crash, it didn’t surprise her.

She was too high in ecstasy to even care what it was.

Her boyfriends were rich, they could buy it back.

“I’m close, I’m close,” she panted.

“Scream for your god, Taeja.”

“Mm, Zain!”

“Yeah.” A thrust. “Scream for me.” Another hard thrust that made her come so hard, she saw stars behind her closed eyes. “You look so beautiful coming on my dick,” Zain said, fucking her through her orgasm until she came down from her high.

Her legs and arms fell limp. Her chest quickly raised and fell. She thought Zain would come soon and give her aching pussy a break, but she thought wrong.

Zain was only just getting started.

He untied her from the post, but kept her hands restrained as he turned her to the side. He was on his knees and both her legs were thrown over his right side. Zain fucked her hard and fast from the side, on her back, made her ride him, and twisted her body in ways she didn’t know was possible.

She came once. Twice. Three times. Then, he flipped her onto her belly and fucked her savagely.

Her legs were so weak, even with him holding her up as he slammed himself inside her, Taeja couldn’t maintain her arch.

Zain used her like a rag doll.

Until he reached his end, pulling out and emptying on her back.

Exhausted beyond repair, Taeja collapsed onto the floor and shut her eyes. “I need a wheelchair and life support.”

Zain chuckled from behind her.

“I’m… so… serious,” she panted.

She heard movement and lazily peeked open an eye to watch him. Zain didn’t look half as tired as her. She was sure that if she wasn’t lying half dead on the floor with cum all over her skin, he would’ve taken her until she passed out.

Damn. Was this man a stallion? His stamina was crazy.

As a matter of fact, both he and Damon could go rounds back-to-back if they truly wanted to. And she had to deal with them for the rest of her life? Her pussy would need detailed repair by the time they were done with her.

“Come,” Zain said, stooping to lift her in his arms. Taeja wrapped her legs around him and laid her head on his shoulder. He stepped toward the door.

“Zain,” she said groggily. “I don’t want my mom to see us naked.”

“It’s fine,” Zain said. “Damon’s probably doing something else for her because he’s good at what he does, so they would’ve been back by now.”

She shook her head. “No,” she said, making him pause at the door. “I’m tired. I want to sleep. Everywhere hurts.”

He kissed the side of her head. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. I liked it…Loved. I loved it,” she said, lazily smiling as he laid her on the bed. She spread her legs wide, feeling the cool air from the open window brush against her tender flesh.

Zain gave her a small smile. “You were great. Now get some rest.”

Nodding, her heavy eyelids fluttered closed. Before she surrendered to the darkness, she vaguely sensed Zain leaving the room… reentering… his hands on her body… and something incoherent being whispered into the air.

Hours later, she wokeup from her sex-induced coma. Sitting up with a stretch, she looked around the room. She smiled, remembering all that happened hours ago, and it widened some more when she caught a reflection of herself in the mirror.

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