Page 204 of Taeja

“Yeah.”

“I’ve never seen it.”

“You never had a reason to go to my basement,” Zain said and opened the door.

Taeja stepped past him, her footing somewhat uneven. Zain’s arm wrapped around her waist, and she melted against him as they walked to the general area. If her skin wasn’t as dark as it was, her cheeks would be flaming red.

That room was nothing like she’d ever seen before. She was excited to see Zain’s and let him use her in any way he desired. She imagined him tying her, spanking her, and telling her she was his perfect little slut.

Taeja never imagined the word could be redefined this way.

She smiled at the thought, an unbearable ache developing between her legs the more she pondered it.

Zain gently squeezed her waist. “Stop squirming.”

Taeja glared at him. “I wouldn’t be squirming if you didn’t make me horny.”

“You’re horny?”

“Don’t act innocent.”

He stopped walking as they arrived outside. Releasing her, he looked at her face. “How horny are you?”

“Horny to the point my pussy has a heartbeat.” She grabbed his hand and tugged it, but he didn’t move. “Let’s go to the room so I can ride your dick.”

“Ride mehere.”

Taeja’s eyes widened, glancing around them. “What? We’re in public.”

A small smirk crawled on his face. “There’s no one around.”

Taeja swallowed her doubt. Locking her fingers with his, she led him to the nearby chair and pushed him back onto it. She straddled him. Her dress rolled up her thighs as Zain explored her skin with his rough hands.

He raised a brow. “No panties?”

Leaning forward, she trailed her tongue along his ear and whispered, “Damon doesn’t like when I wear them.”

Zain’s fingers sank into her thighs. “How did we get so lucky with you?”

Pulling away, she smiled. “I don’t know.” She kissed him hard. As their mouths explored each other’s, her fingers fumbled with freeing his dick from the jeans. Her fingers wrapped around his length, not surprised that he was hard already. Breaking away from the kiss, Taeja panted, “Don’t take it easy on me.”

Zain smirked. “I never do.”

She moved a hand between her thighs, her fingers playing in her wetness. She ran a hand down his shaft, gripping it at the base, then lining it with her entrance. Slowly, she sank on him, biting into her cheeks to stop a hiss from escaping.

Zain didn’t wait for her to adjust. He grabbed her waist and yanked her down, filling her to a hilt.

“Zain!” she gasped, shutting her eyes.

“Open your eyes,” Zain ordered, and her eyes fluttered open to lock on his. “Let me hear you scream while I fuck you—”

“I don’t want us to get caught,” she moaned as she rode him.

“But I’ve never felt you this wet before,” he said. “Listen to how wet your pussy is. And how fucking good you feel wrapped around my dick. You like that anyone can see what a good little slut you are, fucking me in public.”

“Yes… yes. Faster,” she moaned, throwing a hand out to grip the back of the chair.

Zain gripped her ass tighter, directing her up and down his dick. The sounds they made were a perfect harmony. How he filled her — not all of him, but it might as well have been.

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