Page 89 of Taeja

“Tell me what you love to feel more. My tongue in your pussy or the way I make your legs shake when you come?”

“Both,” Taeja panted as Damon trailed his tongue between her inner thighs. “Damon, just fuck me already.”

“I like hearing you beg for it,” he taunted, placing a kiss right on her pussy.

A shiver ran up her spine as she tossed a leg over his shoulder. “Please,” she begged, her clit throbbing with growing need. She longed to yield to his mercy. If he wanted her to beg, she would plead like the perfect slut.

Damon smirked at her before his head dipped between her thighs, his fingers parting her folds while his tongue explored her. He licked from her hole to her clit, swirling his tongue around the throbbing bud and tearing breathy moans from her mouth.

“Oh. Just like that,” Taeja moaned. She held his head and pressed his face into her pussy, wanting him buried inside her if it meant pleasing her more than how he was already.

These sensations drove her body crazy.

The way Damon thrust a finger inside her. Followed by another. Then slid them in and out while his talented tongue lapped at her.

“Yu tongue ago mad me!” she screamed, loving how he nipped and sucked on her sensitive clit. The pleasure sent her on a blissful high while she rolled her hips on his face, painting him with her juices.

Freeing her clit from his mouth, Damon pulled away and looked at her. His face was wet, and it made Taeja soak his finger even more. Pressing his thumb against her clit, Damon smirked. “You like that?”

“I love that,” she panted. “More.”

Smirking, Damon moved his thumb and took her clit into his mouth again. He pressed a long kiss before sucking it. Hard.

Taeja’s back arched off the railing and her hands curled tighter around it. Damon touched a nerve. One that had never been touched before.

Tossing her head back, she closed her eyes. Getting sucked into oblivion, she wondered how erotic this scene must’ve looked beneath the stars.

With this man between her legs, fucking and sucking her into a sweet orgasm.

With her knees weakening and his fingers sinking into her skin.

Her climax was so close that she could almost taste it.

“I’m so close. Don’t stop.” Moaning, Taeja dragged her gaze from the stars to look at him, but a scream ripped from her mouth instead. “Lavender!”

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Damon’s grip loosened onher thighs, his face moving from between her thighs. “Are you okay?”

Shell-shocked, Taeja could only manage to tug up her panty as she stared toward the door.

“Baby?” Damon gently asked as he stood to his full height. “Did I hurt you? Do you need—”

“I’m fine.” Taeja looked at him, almost swooning at how his brows were pulled together, his concern for her rolling off him in waves. She loved how Damon always wore his heart on his sleeve. She looked from him to the door. “There was someone there.”

Damon’s head snapped around. “Where? Who was it?”

“I don’t know who it was. I just looked over there and saw someone go through the door—”

Damon looked at her. “Stay here. I’m going to go check it out.”

“Please be careful,” she pleaded, and he nodded before disappearing into the house. Her heart raced as questions formed in her mind. Taeja chewed on her fingernails. Anxiety washed away any ounce of horniness she felt. Her head snapped up when Damon appeared in the doorway.

“There’s no one here,” he said, holding a hand out.

Taeja didn’t hesitate to rush over, plastering herself against him. “Are you sure?” she asked, her voice shaking.

“Yes.” He nodded. “I checked the entire house and the cameras.”

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