Page 74 of Taeja

Smirking, Zain moved his hand from beneath hers and looped his fingers around her neck. He slipped another finger into her pussy as he turned her head at an angle where he could kiss her.

He was enraptured by her in this moment… The way her head was tossed back, exposing her neck. The way her eyes were dazed. The way her lips were parted and allowing sweet moans to escape. Fuck, Taeja was everything.

Wetting his lips, he placed them on hers, kissing her for only a second. As he pulled away, Taeja pouted, desperate for more that he didn’t want to give her yet.

He brushed her hair aside and trailed kisses along her neck. “Talk,” he demanded, his voice deep with need.

Whimpering, Taeja forced out the words, “I like being touched, so when y-you give me the cold shoulder, then touch me again o-out of nowhere… it confuses me a lot.”

“Hmm,” he hummed and pressed his thumb against her clit as her body leaned more into him. He slowed his thrusts and rubbed her clit in small circles, wanting to prolong her orgasm for as long as he could. He was sure she could feel his dick pressing into her back, but he wouldn’t give it to her. Not right now. He wanted to focus only on her. “I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to apologize, Zain,” she moaned, moving her hips to match his pace. “Just fuck me.”

He stopped fingering her. Taeja snapped her head around to glare, and he smirked. “You’re cute, you know that?”

Taeja smiled. “I know.”

Zain started fingering her again. “I’ll try to be better for you.”

“I know… and I’m trying to be less t-touchy toward you because I know you don’t like it.”

He froze. Taeja thought he didn’t like it when she touched him? That was far from the truth.

Zain yearned for her touches like any man would crave a fire on a frosty night. He wanted to be in her hold all the time, every day. He was just too fucked in the head to not back away from her when all he wanted was to lean into her more.

Zain sighed and pulled his fingers out of her.

Taeja looked around at him, her brows crinkled. “I was so close!”

“I know.” He smirked, not wanting her to see how her words bothered him. “Open,” he ordered, and she did. He slipped his fingers into her mouth, and she sucked them clean. When she got done, he took them out, and she leaned off him so he could hop off the bike.

Taeja glanced at his dick, pressing against the material of his shorts. “Cya believe me a go against me own words already, but come mek mi give yu piece.”

His dick stirred at the thought of her down on her knees for him again. Of course, Zain loved fucking her, but that mouth.

Taeja’s mouth was something else.

He loved how she always relaxed and allowed him to use her however he pleased. It wasn’t like when he was buried in her pussy, and she would tense every so often because of his size.

As tempting as it was, now wasn’t the time to give in to his sexual urges. He had somewhere to be.

Zain shook his head and held a hand out to help her off the bike. “It’s fine.”

“I guess a me cause this pon miself.” Taeja sighed as she allowed him to help her.

She walked ahead of him into the house. They stopped in the kitchen and Zain leaned on the counter while she sat around the island and ate what he made herthis morning. His brows furrowed as he watched her. How could a person not eat until noon? Sure, he’d sometimes gone days without eating as part of his training process, but it wasn’t something he’d willingly choose.

Taeja looked at him as he leaned off the counter after she finished eating. “Are you leaving now?” she asked, and he nodded. “Can I stay here, or should I go to Damon?”

“He’s at work. It’s up to you.”

“I’ll stay here.”

Nodding, Zain took a few steps toward the exit. He paused when Taeja said something.

“Can I help you redecorate?”

He looked over his shoulder at her. “Redecorate?”

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