Page 97 of Taeja

“Close.”

“I can work with that.” Taeja stood and grabbed a plate out of the cupboard, then covered her plate. She exited the kitchen with Zain, walking toward his room. “I can feel you staring at my ass, Zain.”

“You have a nice ass.”

“I know,” Taeja bragged, swaying her hips more seductively.

“Stop that. You’re making me horny.”

Taeja smirked as she stood between the threshold of the room and the bathroom. She turned to face him with a devious grin. “Stop what?” she asked, and he glared in warning. “Stop this?” Taeja lowered her shorts to her ankles. Then, slowly, she brought down one side of her panty. “Or this?”

“Fuck… Come here.”

“Catch me first.” She ran into the bathroom. Before she could reach the shower door, Zain had her bent over the sink, one of his hands wrapped in her hair and his dick pressing against her ass.

He met her eyes in the mirror. “You couldn’t jog that fast earlier. The only thing you know to run from is dick?”

“I don’t run.”

Zain broke the stare to look at her ass. Palming it, he gave it a slap that made it shake. “I beg to differ,” he said as he spread her feet with his knees. “It’s been too long since I’ve been inside you.”

“What are you waiting for?”

“It’s Damon’s turn.”

She rubbed her ass against his hardening dick. “I don’t care about turns. I wantyou now.”

Zain inhaled a deep breath through his nostrils. “Fuck it,” he cursed, releasing her hair to drop his sweatpants. He slipped her panty to the side and ran a finger through her. Meeting her gaze in the mirror, he asked, “Did you really pee?”

Taeja laughed. “No. I’m just horny,” she confessed shamelessly.

“Minx.”

“Never said I was a saint.”

Zain smirked before looking between them. He gripped his dick, and she leaned over some more. She bit into her lip, silencing a moan while Zain trailed his dick along her slit. He reached a hand around her body, using his thumb to pull her lip free from her teeth. “Let me hear you,” he said as he slowly entered her.

“Oh,” Taeja breathed, gripping the counter as her walls stretched around his length. He wasn’t all the way in, but she already felt so full.

Her scalp burned as he grabbed a fistful of her hair again, locking her head in place and forcing her to watch him fuck her. Zain’s breathing was heavy in her ear as she threw her ass back, collecting his long strokes with unfiltered moans.

His hand moved from her lip and gripped her throat before trailing down, cupping one of her breasts and teasing the nipple through the thin material. Zain was silent as he watched her every action. She didn’t mind because her brain was too mushed to think of anything to say. His dick was hitting her in all the right places, driving her senseless.

The only thing she could do was moan. Loudly. Without shame.

Throw her body back against his.

Tighten her grip around the counter and enjoy the view of this scarred man taking her.

Just seeing her plump lips parted as her cries ran free made her hornier than she already was.

Her wetness ran down her thighs as he ferociously slammed inside her, setting her insides aflame as her orgasm drew closer.

Zain must have sensed it because he broke the stare and attached his lips to the side of her neck. Taeja’s eyes rolled to the back of her head as he sucked on hersweet spot, increasing the pleasure to an even sweeter experience.

His hand moved from her nipple and disappeared between her thighs. His thumb pressed against her clit and rubbed it in quick circles, coaxing her orgasm closer and closer while he maintained his thrusts.

“Zain,” she cried, and he hummed against her skin. She bit into her lips as her walls clenched around him, her orgasm taking complete control of her being. Stars dazzled behind her eyelids when they slammed shut, and when they opened again, she felt anew.

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