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“Zain,” he replied without thinking. Hearing Taeja’s heavy sigh, Damon knew what was coming next, and he didn’t want to hear it. “Are you still at Liyah?” he asked before she could phrase her question.

“No, mi come home an hour ago. Neva see me a text yu?”

“Sorry about that. My phone’s always silent at work. Do you need something?”

“I miss you and your dick.”

He sat upright, vivid flashbacks from this morning flooding his mind. “Taeja.”

“Baby. My name’s baby.”

He chuckled. “I’m at work.”

“I know, but my pussy’s so wet. Can you hear how wet I am for you, Damon?”

Damon’s breathing quickened as he listened to the wetness of her pussy. He imagined how wide her legs were spread. Her hardened pink clit peeking from between her fat folds and beckoning him to bury his head or dick between them.

Whichever came first.

His dick jerked in his pants, and he groaned. “You know I can’t resist you.”

“I don’t want you to,” Taeja drawled seductively. “Come fuck me, Damon. I want you over the sink, in the bed, and on the floor like you did this morning.”

He glanced at the clock on the wall. It was thirty past noon, but as the head ofthe department, he was his own boss. He stood and grabbed his briefcase. “I’ll be home in twenty minutes. And, baby?”

“Yes, daddy?”

“I want you on your knees by the door when I get there.”

Damon’s fingers fumbled withthe key as it slipped into the lock. He was so horny and eager to see Taeja waiting for him, he couldn’t wait a moment longer. When the lock clicked open, he almost leaped for joy.

But the sight before him was not what he expected to see.

Taeja was sucking Zain’s dick.

Irked, Damon closed the door behind him.

Taeja’s eyes flickered at him.

Damon almost groaned. How was it possible for her to still look this gorgeous? With her watery eyes. Spit gathered beneath her chin. Hardened nipples standing erect on her round breasts. Sputters stemming from her throat as she choked on Zain’s dick.

“You like sucking my dick while Damon watches?” Zain asked, tightening his grip on the ponytail his hands kept in place. “Look at me, Taeja.”

She met Zain’s eyes, a mix of a moan and mumble of agreement ripping from the back of her throat. Damon couldn’t look away from the scene before him. Taeja’s head bobbed up and down Zain’s length. She couldn’t take all of Zain, but she swallowed as much as possible. Her hands gripped her thighs — no doubt Zain told her to put them there and let them stay there.

Damon smirked. He liked how obedient their girl was… whenever she was ready.

Zain’s thrusts slowed, and he pulled out of her mouth. Gripping as much hair as he could in one hand while the rest fell over her shoulders, he turned her head more upward while stroking his dick with his free hand. With fast pumps, Zain emptied his load on her face, some getting in her hair and on her chest. He directed his dick to her mouth and squeezed out the last drop of cum in her mouth andTaeja swallowed it all.

Wow.

Damon had never been much of a watcher, but damn. That was a sight.

When Zain released her hair, Taeja looked at Damon. “I didn’t know you’d get here that quickly.”

“There wasn’t any traffic,” Damon replied, glaring at Zain, who was putting away himself. “What are you doing here?”

“I invited him,” Taeja said as she stood. “Please play nice until I’m back. I’m gonna get this cum off me.”

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