Page 195 of Taeja

“Anything for you, baby,” he said, and Taeja smiled as he wrapped his arms around her waist. “Why do you taste minty?”

Taeja blushed and looked away. “Nothing.”

He looped a finger beneath her chin and made her look at him. “Taeja.”

She pouted. “Mi nuh name Taeja.”

“You’re Taeja when you’re being stubborn. Answer me.”

“I have a cough drop in my mouth.”

His brows furrowed as he placed the back of his hand on her forehead. “Areyou feeling sick?”

“No… Sakara saw that I’ve been sucking dick.”

Damon chuckled as he moved his hand. “You haven’t been sucking mine.”

“You’re barely in the house. How mi fi dweet?”

“I’m in the house now,” he teased.

Taeja smirked and attempted to move, but he halted her. “Sucking dick never kill nobody before, Damon. Move your hands.”

He smirked and released her. “I’ve never done temperature play before.”

“Me neither. Don’t be rough with me.” Taeja kneeled on the floor before him.

Damon stood, and she helped him out of his pants. She kissed atop his boxers, then freed his dick. She tucked the cough drop into her cheek, removed the piercing, then handed it to him.

Taeja spat on Damon’s dick, stroking and kissing until it was fully hard. She sucked the head into her mouth while meeting his eyes, circling the tip with her tongue and using her hands to do the same to his shaft. The cough drop melted on her tongue, sending cold sensations along his sensitive flesh and increasing the pleasure.

For the both of them.

Her clit throbbed as Damon’s breathing gradually increased from above her, becoming rugged and needy. Holding his gaze, she moved a hand off his shaft, then took all of him into her mouth. Inch by inch until he was at a hilt.

Taeja couldn’t breathe, but she let him stay there for a few seconds. Long enough for him to enjoy the vibrations stemming from her throat and the coldness of her mouth.

Damon swore, his voice low and raspy. “That feels so good, baby.”

Taeja’s heart fluttered. Damn, his voice. She knew she was doing a good job, but she wanted to do a great job. For him.

Pulling away, she used both hands to stroke his dick, her mouth meeting her hands as her head bobbed up and down his shaft. Spit dribbled out the sides of her mouth, some tears gathering in her eyes whenever his dick blocked her airflow. But it was all worth it to see Damon like this. With his hand loosely tangled in her hair. With him using his free hand to hold up his shirt.

His moans were low, strained. The door was shut but not locked, and anyone could burst in at any time and see them. The risk of getting caught made Taeja’s pussy wetter than it already was.

Damon’s defined abs taunted her. To run her hands up it or trail her tongue along the hard muscles.

But she didn’t. She focused only on his dick. And his balls.

She pulled out and slapped his dick on her tongue before taking it in her mouth again, loving how he tasted and felt in her small hands.

Licking underneath his shaft, she looked up at him while using one hand to play with his balls and the other to pump him. Quick with a tight grip. Only loosening when she used her thumb to play with the pre-cum leaking from his tip.

Damon was putty in her hands as he neared his end. Inhaling a sharp breath, Damon ordered, “Go faster.”

Taeja hummed a response, doing as he demanded. She tightened her grip around his shaft, sucking hard and fast until his hips bucked and he came undone within seconds.

Not wanting her dress to be ruined, she swallowed every drop before it had the chance to drip out of her mouth. His cum tasted like the minty cough drop as it slid down her throat, an odd mix of warmth and coldness, but she didn’t mind.

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