Page 73 of Taeja

“Can I… hold you?” she murmured. “I can’t sleep if I’m not holding something, and you only have two pillows.”

“Take mine.” He shuffled about, grabbing his pillow.

“No. Yu need fi support yu neck.”

Zain prodded her with the pillow. “Take it.”

She turned around to accept it, then rolled over onto her side. Holding the pillow close to her chest, she rocked her body gently and whispered, “Thanks… Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Taeja.”

Taeja hopped onto thebike. Her smile brightened as she explored it with herhands.

Zain chuckled. “I’m not letting you ride it right now.”

Taeja’s grip slackened around the handlebars. Her head snapped over in his direction while her mouth gaped. “Really, Zain? Yu seh mi can ride it!”

“You can ride my dick—”

She rolled her eyes, looking away from him. “Doh finish dat. Yu nav no behavior.”

Amused, he smirked. She looked cuter to him — with her hair in a high puff and a summer dress that hugged her curves and ass just right. Zain had never met a woman who dripped this much sexual appeal, and his first thought wasn’t to fuck her. He just wanted to look at her. Taeja enthralled him.

Feeling her glare, he dragged his eyes to hers. Then, he approached his bike and mounted it. She stiffened as he pulled her closer by her waist, pressing her back against his chest.

“I-I thought you didn’t like it when I touch you,” Taeja stuttered.

Zain trailed his fingertips down her arms, making her hairs stand. He didn’t stop exploring her body until his hands covered hers, which circled the handlebars. “I’m touching you.”

“But—”

He kissed the side of her head. “You talk too much.”

“You talk too little,” she bit back. Turning her head to look up at him, she said, “Mi naa lie, yu eva a confuse mi.”

“I confuse you?”

Taeja nodded. “This minute, you’re backing away when I try to touch you. Next minute, you’re okay with it, or you’re the one who’s touching me.”

He moved a hand off hers and laid it on her thigh, slowly lifting her dress. “You don’t like when I touch you?”

“I love it when you touch me. You just—” Taeja’s breath hitched as Zain’s thumb brushed against her panties. “—confuse me, as I said.”

He slipped her panties to the side. “You know why I’m like this.”

“I know, but it mek mi feel a way, sometimes.”

“What exactly?” he asked, leisurely stroking a finger along her slit.

Taeja’s breathing grew heavy. “I told you, Zain.”

“Tell me again.” He slipped a finger inside her. Her warmth wrapped snugly around his digit, and he loved the feel. Taeja’s pussy was so fucking tight, he wondered how she managed all of him the first time they had sex.

“I’m not forcing you to change or anything but—Faster,” she begged, moving her hand from beneath his and laying it on top.

Zain increased his pace as her nails dug into his skin, but he didn’t mind. His body was already littered with scars that brought him back to a place he couldn’t escape from. If he became decorated with marks from the woman who intrigued him, scared him, amused him, and made him feel all these unexplainable things, he’d wear them as a badge of honor. “You were saying?”

“I can’t focus with your fingers in my pussy,” she answered breathlessly.

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