Page 49 of Taeja

He worked another inch inside her, then stopped, giving her time to adjust. She released the breath she was holding.

Zain chuckled. “All that talk, and you can’t take dick?”

Taeja gasped, turning her head around to glare at him. Zain smirked. He looked so sexy with his eyes peeking out from his locs, Taeja could no longer feign beingmad at him.

“Whatever, Zain,” she said, her tone jovial. “A act mi did a act so yu can feel good.”

He raised a brow. “Yeah?”

“Yeah! It likkle like mi fing—”

Zain slammed balls deep inside her, touching her cervix and making her scream. Taeja’s eyes slammed shut, and she saw stars behind her eyelids as she tightened her grip around the duvet. Zain didn’t give her time to adjust before he ruthlessly took her from behind, ripping loud moans from her witty mouth.

He didn’t speak, but the way his body treated hers was more than his mouth could ever say.

The sounds they made were all they needed to hear.

Skin slapping against skin.

His deep grunts and heavy breathing.

Her moans and cries for him to stop. Go faster. Fuck her hard until she could only remember his name.

This was ecstasy. The pleasure was overwhelming.

Especially when he found her swollen clit and rubbed it with the pad of his thumb. “You’re close.”

Blinded by the things she was feeling, Taeja was unsure if he was asking or telling her. She could only clench tighter around his length and meet his strokes while he savagely fucked her.

“Don’t stop,” she whimpered, her orgasm so close she could taste it. “I’m—”

“I know,” he said, his voice deeper and making her heart beat faster than it was already. “Come for me, Taeja.”

Her body had no other functions but surrendering itself to pleasure. Her legs shook, and she lost her arch as she showered him with her release, but Zain didn’t stop his ministrations to her body.

He descended with her and rubbed at her clit while fucking roughly, passionately. Just like he used her mouth minutes ago.

Her orgasm released its grip on her body, and her chest heaved as she climbed down from her high.

Zain seized his strokes. “You said I can’t fuck?”

Struggling to catch her breath, Taeja dryly laughed. “I don’t like you, Zain.”

“Sure, you don’t,” he said, then gave her ass a gentle tap. “Turn around,” he said, and she tried to come off his dick, but he halted her. “Spin on it.”

Taeja’s eyes widened for a second. She’d never had anyone tell her to do anything like this before. She didn’t even know it was possible. “Okay, but if yu cocky bruk, mi nago pay no hospital bill.”

With his dick still buried in her, Taeja turned around. His dick rubbed her walls while she did, and it had her getting horny all over again. Now, her legs were on either side of him.

Zain looked at where they were connected. “Did it break?”

Taeja shook her head. “No.”

Zain snickered and leaned forward while resting his hands on either side of her body. “Wrap your legs around me,” he said, looking at her hardened nipples.

She locked her legs around him and pulled him closer. She smiled as Zain licked his lips and dragged his eyes back up to hers. “Can I kiss you?” she whispered. She knew how much he hated to be touched unless he gave her permission, so she was trying to be mindful of him. But he looked so handsome above her — with his locs framing his face, and his dog tag dangling between them — she was compelled to ask. Since that night on the balcony, his lips were the only thing on her mind.

Zain didn’t answer her, but he leaned down and swiped his tongue over her bottom lip. A trail of tingles was left in its wake before he captured her lips for a kiss. She wanted to throw her arms around his neck and pull him even closer than he was already, but she remained respectful. Her hands gripped the sheets as he started to thrust inside her slowly, almost lovingly.

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