Page 233 of Taeja

“What?” he asked, rubbing his dick along her ass.

She mumbled again.

Brows furrowing, he looked up. “Fuck,” he cursed, moving to take the gag out of her mouth. “What did you say?”

Taeja inhaled a deep breath. “I’m relaxed… I’m just scared.”

“I’ll go slow.”

“Okay,” she said, still sounding breathless. She opened her mouth, and he slipped the gag back in.

Zain pressed against her sphincter again. Slowly, he inched inside her, breaking past her resistance until his tip was settled comfortably in her ass.

Zain paused, glancing at her hand to see if she released the ball.

She didn’t.

Taking that as a sign to continue, he put more of his dick inside her. Damn. She felt amazing. He’d been telling her to stretch her ass when she was away at school, but there was no way she could take all of him today.

Fixing himself on his feet, he pressed his thumb inside her pussy as he thrust his dick in and out of her ass. The sweet sensations running up the tip of his dick were marvelous. “Doing okay?” he asked, his voice gruff.

Taeja nodded, unable to use her mouth except to moan very low. She sounded shy, like she was in disbelief that she could get pleasure from right here.

Zain smirked, he loved that she loved it, but this gentleness wasn’t working for him. Not right now when he wanted to slam into her until she forgot her name.

So he pulled out, disposed of the condom, then untied her hands before telling her to roll over. They gripped the sheet on either side of her body as he settled himself between her legs. Zain thrust inside and ruthlessly pounded her.

He used a hand to grab her braids, hauling her back and hearing a mix of screams and moans escape her bounded mouth.

He loved how she screamed. From pain. From pleasure. From the need for more of him, despite taking all of him to the hilt.

She was his sexy, little masochist, and it had his orgasm drawing near. He wanted to hold out and make this last as long as he could, but it was hard to do when her pussy kept clenching so tight around his dick.

Zain slapped her ass. “Throw it back,” he demanded while slipping his thumb inside her ass.

Taeja started bouncing back on him while he pulled her by the hair. He loved how her small ass jiggled, and how his palm print was on it despite her dark skin.

His core tightened, his climax so close he could taste it now.

Zain bit into his lower lip, trying his hardest to maintain his strokes. But that was hard to do when Taeja was clenching around him at will.

His orgasm took control, and he looked from her ass to the mirror on the ceiling.

From above, they were a sight to behold. Taeja’s body jerked as she reached another orgasm. Drops of sweat dotted his forehead. His locs framed his face wildly.

Releasing a heavy sigh, he released her hair and looked down at her as she dropped flat on the bed.

He slowly pulled out of her, and cum dripped out of her pussy. “Shit,” he swore.

Taeja looked over at him, her brows raised and weakly mumbling something.

“It’s nothing,” he quickly answered, then removed all her ties, careful when heremoved the clamps. Her nipples were engorged, and he traced his thumb over them. She pulled away from his touch, and he took that as a sign that they were too sensitive. He moved his hand.

“Okay,” she said, her voice hoarse.

Her eyelashes fluttered closed, and he smirked. She could never stay awake after they finished having sex. It was amusing that she was like a battery, and he drained all her energy.

Zain moved around the room and tugged on his shorts. Seeing her body lightly rise and fall, he walked over and carefully took her up.

---