Page 106 of Taeja

He pounded her pussy with no mercy. Like a bull untamed, and she absolutely loved it. Every time the piercing hit her most sensitive spot, she screamed for more.

More and more until he had nothing left to give.

“Fuck me harder,” Taeja cried, her fingers tightening around his and her nails digging into his skin. Her orgasm was so close it was shocking. “Damon, I’m gonna come.”

“Not yet,” he panted, releasing her hands, and standing to his full height. He looped his arms around her thighs and lifted her body slightly, setting her at an angle where he was thrusting down into her.

“Oh, God,” Taeja moaned, her walls constricting tighter around him. The piercing felt even better now. “Don’t stop!” she screamed, her eyes opening to watch him.

The look on Damon’s face almost had her crumbling right there.

His soft lips parted wide. Breathy moans poured down on her. The complete focus of trying not to orgasm.

That was exactly how she felt — wanting to come, but not ready for this ecstasy to peak yet. So, all she could do was drag her nails across the table and moan unabashedly as Damon took her from above.

“You feel so good, baby,” he moaned, his eyes darting up to meet hers. “You like this? You like being fucked on my desk?”

Taeja nodded, unable to mumble anything sensible. Damon’s strokes were so long and hard now. She couldn’t hold it anymore.

Her eyes tightened, and she released herself with a scream. Damon’s thrusts became sloppy as he fucked her through her orgasm and reached his right after. His dick rutted her insides as they explored this sweet feeling together. It was blinding; Taeja wouldn’t be able to look at him the same ever again. She released a long breath as the aftershocks released their grip on her body and made her legs go limp.

Spent as he was, Damon smirked. “I’ve never felt you come that hard before.”

“You never fucked me like that before,” she said with a tired grin.

“I fuck her better,” came Zain’s voice, and Damon and Taeja looked at him.

Suddenly feeling shy, Taeja sat up and buried her face in the crook of Damon’s neck. Her senses were so clouded by Damon and his demon dick, nothing else had existed in that moment but them. “I’m not answering that,” Taeja said.

Damon chuckled and kissed the top of her head. “Are you okay?”

“I’m more than okay,” Taeja said, pulling away to pucker her lips. Her eyes fluttered closed as he kissed her — slow and sweet, the opposite of how ruthlessly he fucked her moments ago. Breaking apart for air, she smiled at him. “I loved that.”

“The kiss or my dick?”

“Both,” she laughed. “I want you to always use it now.”

Damon smirked at her before glancing at Zain. “Did you hear hear that?”

Zain rolled his eyes. “Fuck off. I’m never piercing mine.”

“You get pleasure from it, too.”

Taeja gasped. “You felt it, too?”

Damon nodded. “That’s why I was holding back at first. I didn’t want to come before you did.”

Taeja nodded. When she’d done her research on the piercing, she thought the websites were spreading propaganda that men felt pleasure from it, too. Looking at Zain, she asked, “Why don’t you want to pierce it?”

“I’m fine with my dick how it is, and I know you are, too,” Zain replied.

Taeja rolled her eyes at Zain’s smirk. “Mi cya stand yu. And I’m glad yours isn’t pierced because I can barely take all of that already.”

Damon scoffed as Zain’s smirk widened. He stepped away from Taeja. “Let’s get you cleaned up. The bathroom’s this way.”

Taeja nodded and allowed him to lift and carry her into the bathroom. Cum trailed down her inner thigh.

There wasn’t a shower, so he placed her atop the sink, wet a rag, and cleaned her right there. She smiled at how soothingly he did it. Damon loved taking care of people. That was no doubt the trait she admired the most about him.

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