Page 12 of Taeja

“I’m playing with you?” she drawled.

Zain’s grip tightened, warning her to be quiet.

Taeja smiled. If only he knew his actions made her wetter.

As they stood there with their eyes clashing, Damon came behind her.

“What are we going to do with you?” Damon asked.

“Anything you want,” she answered, gasping when Damon gripped her waist and tugged her backward, making her feel his growing erection.

Damon snaked a hand around her waist and dipped it between her legs. He ran a finger through her heat, making her whimper. “Already wet for us,” Damon mused. “Teasing us turns you on?”

She couldn’t answer, even if she tried to. Zain’s eyes had her locked in a trance. She couldn’t breathe or speak unless it were his will. At that moment, they owned her completely, and she didn’t mind at all.

Zain loosened his grip, gently grazing her neck with his thumb. “Answer him.”

“Yes,” she said, her voice low as a whisper. She didn’t care how desperate she sounded. These brothers knew she was at their mercy from the moment they laid eyes on her.

So, it didn’t surprise her when Zain pressed his lips against hers the exact moment Damon thrust a finger into her pussy.

A moan escaped her as she surrendered to the pleasure they gave. Damon slowly fingered her hole and toyed with her hard clit. Zain’s tongue was in her mouth, controlling her and making her lips tingle so sweetly.

One of them — it was Zain; she could tell by the difference in the texture of their hands and how roughly he handled her — lifted her leg beneath the knee. Damon had easier access to slip another finger inside her. Her legs weakened as Damon kissed her neck and used his free hand to twist her nipple.

They drove her senseless and made her forget how to stand. Quickly, Zain moved his hand from her throat and held her steady by the waist while breaking the kiss. As she caught her breath, Damon slipped his fingers out of her.

“You taste better than I imagined,” Zain praised, unknowingly making her heart swell.

“She feels better,” Damon said.

Zain looked behind her at his brother, and when his eyes met hers again, he smirked. “Is that so, Taeja?” he teased. “What did you saywe owe you?”

“Sex so good, I forget my name,” she answered.

“Have you ever had sex with two men before, Taeja?” Damon asked, his breath fanning the back of her neck. He hummed after she shook her head and Zain released her leg. “Let us know if anything gets too much for you.”

She looked over her shoulder at him. “Okay.”

“You need a safe word.”

“Lavender,” she replied without hesitance.

Damon chuckled. “Don’t you think that’s a bit of a mouthful?”

She glared at him. “Not to me. What’s wrong with lavender?”

“Nothing. Come here.” He picked her up like she was weightless and laid her on the bed with her head at the bottom.

She looked at Zain, amused by how much more rugged he looked from upside down. The bed dipped at her feet, and she looked away from Zain — who was slipping off his shorts — to see a nude Damon between her legs.

She pouted, surprised by how quickly Damon got naked. She’d wanted to see the show, but when her eyes laid on his raging erection already dripping pre-cum, all disappointment flew out of her mind and her eyes slightly widened. Damon’s dick was bigger than it felt in her hands moments ago… She wondered if she could take it all.

She promptly brushed away that silly thought.

Taeja Marley was no punk.

She wanted them both, so she’d have both.

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