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Taeja arched beneath him, tightening her legs around his waist, and making him inch further inside her. He was balls deep now, and her pussy felt so, so good.

Damon didn’t want to pull out and be anywhere else. He wanted to stay in this sweet hole of ecstasy forever.

Satisfied with a mark on her skin, he pulled back and looked into her eyes. “Tell me you love me.”

“I love you, d-daddy,” she breathed out. “And I love your dick. And how you fuck me.”

“You love this?” he asked, rolling his hips while thrusting inside her. Her wallsfluttered around his dick, and he knew he was hitting her G-spot, increasing the pleasure for them both.

Taeja nodded, her nails digging into his skin. “I’m close. D-don’t stop.”

“Come for me, baby,” he said, feeling his orgasm near. “Show me how good I make you feel.”

Taeja’s eyes snapped shut again, and he gently squeezed her hand.

“Open them. Look in my eyes while you take me.”

His words sent her over the edge. Taeja tossed her head back slightly, not breaking the stare when she opened her mouth. No sound escaped as they held eye contact. Her legs and walls tightened around him as she pushed past her peak.

“Good girl.” Damon smirked, giving in to his orgasm and releasing his load inside her. Even when he was empty, he didn’t want to pull out. So he didn’t.

Carefully, he rolled them over, making Taeja lay atop him with his dick still inside her. They breathed heavily, almost in sync, and Damon smiled.

“Wow,” Taeja breathed. “I’ve never had that before.”

“What?” Damon asked.

“No words can describe it,” Taeja said. “But it feels like you snatched my soul.”

After the steamy massagesession, they showered together, then resumed studying. They went at it for a few hours before taking a break.

Taeja stood and touched her toes, groaning when a bone cracked. “Zain needs to start training me again before mi bone dem rusty up back.”

Damon laughed. “The way you behave sometimes would make anyone think you’re fifty.”

Taeja chuckled. “I feel like fifty sometimes. See how I could barely touch my toes for ten seconds?”

“I’m not going to say anything about it.” He glanced at the speaker. “I’m guessing my advice worked?”

“That classical music helps with studying?” Taeja nodded. “I hope I can apply all that I’ve learned to Tuesday’s test.”

“You’ll do great, babe,” he assured. “You need to stop doubting yourself.”

“I don’t, but my professor grades hard. He has a thirty-five percent pass rate.”

“You’ll be in that thirty-five percent. Stop worrying and come here.” He patted the space beside him on the floor.

“Let’s lay on the bed,” she said, and he joined her in bed. Taeja drew closer to him, throwing a leg over his thighs and an arm over his waist.

He kissed her forehead. “Stop stressing your pretty head. You’re smart. Trust me when I say you’re more responsible than most people I knew at that age.”

“You think so?”

“Of course. You’re mature. It doesn’t feel like I’m older than you.”

“That’s true.” She grabbed the remote, and Damon groaned.

“Please don’t—”

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