Page 34 of Taeja

“You are.” Zain released one of her hands to wipe below her eyes. He held his finger in her line of vision, revealing a wet spot.

Taeja’s lips parted slightly. She hadn’t felt the tears when they fell. Zain was throwing her off her feet. Whenever she was around him, none of her bodily functions seemed to work how they should.

“My eyes were sweating,” she joked, breaking free from his hold and walking toward the bathroom. She took exaggerated steps, wanting to make her shapely ass and slender figure appear more pronounced. Barely glancing over her shoulder, she asked, “Are you coming?”

Zain’s jaw ticked. “Don’t say that. I’m only thinking about coming in you.”

Her brows crinkled as she stopped at the threshold of the bathroom entrance and turned to look at him. Her eyes lowered to the bulge pressing against the crotch of his shorts. Taeja smirked as she dragged her eyes to his. “How long do you think you can go without having sex with me?” she asked in a sultry tone.

“Not long,” Zain forced out. “Beg for it.”

Taeja dropped to her knees. She spread her knees wide. Air brushed her throbbing clit as she laid her hands palm up on her thighs. “Fuck me, please.”

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The words smoothly rolledoff her tongue, flipping a switch in Zain.

Playtime was over, and he was going to ravage her.

Taeja inhaled a shaky breath as Zain stepped toward her. Her heart quickened in anticipation and her body shivered from need.

Seconds felt like an eternity until Zain stood tall before her.

Slowly, she dragged her eyes up to meet his. Her face wasn’t exactly level with his dick, but she could see it all the same.

Hard. Pressing against the material of his shorts. Needing to be sucked before filling her pussy.

She licked her lips, her pussy dampening at her actions. Her body was in heat. The only thing that could sate her was him. Every second without him felt like it’d be her last.

Finally, Zain touched her. With those long, rough fingers that knew how to drive her to the brink of insanity. He used two fingers to lift her head so he could see her better. Her lips were slightly parted as short, quick breaths escaped her mouth. Her nipples stood hard at attention the more desperate she grew for him to touch her down there.

And when he opened his mouth to make what Taeja figured would be a dirty comment, the door opened.

Taeja’s eyes widened at the sight of the newcomer. She rushed to her feet, hiding behind Zain’s back. She wanted nothing more than to cling to him asembarrassment ate her alive, but she knew better. This situation was bad enough already. She didn’t want him to feel more uncomfortable.

If he felt uncomfortable at all.

“Mom,” Zain gritted out. “What are you doing here?”

“Sorry,” Kacian stuttered, her eyes wide as she watched Zain shield Taeja’s body with his. The door slammed, signaling Kacian left.

Zain turned to face Taeja, and she dragged a hand down her face with a sob. “Your mom thinks I’m a whore.”

Her father was right. Everything she touched, she ruined. She was a whore. Just like her mom.

“She doesn’t,” Zain disagreed, but it didn’t ease her worry. “Our mom loves you.”

Hope blossomed in her chest, and she stopped fretting to look at him. “Really?”

Zain nodded.

His mere nod didn’t move Taeja. She walked away from him and grabbed her clothes off the floor. While she quickly tugged them on, she mumbled, “This is the second time I’ve done something inappropriate and she knows about it. I don’t know how I’m going to be around her again.”

“Taeja. Calm down,” Zain insisted.

Taeja paused to look at him. She struggled to keep her eyes on him when his dick print was still evident, but she managed. It wasn’t the time to be thinking sexually. “I need to apologize to her.”

He scoffed. “You don’t. She’s grown. She knows what people do in relationships.”

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