Page 4 of Taeja

“Good girl,” Damon praised before his head disappeared between her thighs.

He parted her folds and slowly eased a finger knuckle deep inside her. Then, he lapped and sucked on her clit, making her body tremble with pleasure.

Damon fucked her slowly until another finger eased inside her, stimulating her tight walls. Her body was in flames. She thought she’d combust. Damon had such a talented tongue that it made tears pour from her eyes.

She wanted to look away from Zain, but all she could do was tighten her grip on the sheets and moan unabashedly. Zain watched her every action, and she didn’t have to look to know that Damon latched onto them, too.

Her body was so reactive to them. She craved pleasing them in this moment and nothing more.

“I’m so close,” she announced.

Zain shifted around in his seat, tugging at the tent in his crotch. Zain’s cold eyes held her captive in an intense stare, much tighter than Damon’s grip on her thighs. If Damon wasn’t driving her to the brink of insanity, she would’ve smirked. Zain wanted her, and he knew it. The thought lulled her orgasm closer, aiding Damon’s talented tongue as it thrust in and out of her pussy. She felt her juices leak from her hole, seeping into the sheets beneath her.

A tight coil formed in her stomach. Goosebumps pricked her skin. All her thoughts became incoherent. She needed this release more than she needed air.

“Ah!” she screamed as her orgasm took control. Dots blinded her vision, andshe tightened her legs around Damon’s head. Her back arched off the bed and her legs shook. She had to forcefully restrain herself from snapping her eyes shut. She needed to see Zain.

Damon swapped his tongue for two fingers. He thrust them in and out rapidly, fucking her through her orgasm until convulsions made her see colors for a whole minute. Her scream of pleasure bounced on the walls, joining the low hums Damon made as he sucked her clit into his mouth.

He didn’t stop working his skillful tongue. His licks were short and quick. Making her whimper. Scream. Toss and turn until she came one more time.

And another.

And another until she couldn’t handle it anymore.

“Damon!” she screamed, breathless. “I can’t take anymore.”

Instantly, Damon put an end to the sweet torture, and Taeja’s body dissolved from pleasure. Her chest rapidly heaved, and she knew she’d never be the same woman again.

She was unsure if she had permission to look at Damon, who moved from between her legs. The unmistakable sound of his heavy footsteps moved toward the bathroom.

Still trying to catch her breath, Taeja kept staring into Zain’s enrapturing eyes. She still couldn’t see his face very well, but she imagined he was proud of her. Her eyes were drooping shut, but she forced herself to continue looking at him. She was beyond tired, but if he wanted a release too, her body was at his disposal.

Unfortunately, that thought didn’t dwell in her mind long…

While footsteps reentered the room, Zain got up, walked to the door, then left.

Her heart sank, and she fell from the high of her multiple orgasms.

What happened? Did she do something wrong?

She frowned as the echo of the door’s slam mocked her.

Damon moved into her view. His face was clean of her juices. He was so handsome; she was blown away by his looks for a second time. It had her momentarily forgetting the bitterness Zain left boiling in her stomach.

She watched as he gently used the wet rag to clean away all traces of her orgasms. Then he disappeared into the bathroom and returned to the room. His eyesscanned the room.

Was he leaving, too?

The pain in her stomach grew more, and she looked away from him, focusing on the lamp on the nightstand. She was used to men leaving her like she meant nothing. Why would the twins be any different? Hell, they didn’t even fuck her. They gave her half of what she expected and were now on their merry way.

“Are you okay, Taeja?” Damon asked, and she forced herself to look at him. He grabbed a robe hanging off the tall lamp beside the chair Zain sat on, then walked toward her.

She shook her head as he helped her to sit up, then gently helped her into the robe. Taeja felt cheap.

His brows knitted. “What’s wrong?”

“Zain—”

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