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TARAJI

T araji wakes with a start. Heat envelops her from behind, a strong arm locked around her waist. She blinks sleep from her eyes and becomes aware of something hard pressed against her ass.

Nikolai's deep breathing tells her he's still asleep. His massive erection throbs against her, and a wicked thought crosses her mind. She wiggles her hips experimentally.

"Mmm," Nikolai groans in his sleep, his arm tightening around her.

Taraji carefully maneuvers out of his grip, turning to face him. She watches as he rolls onto his back, his erection forming an impressive tent beneath the sheet. Her mouth waters at the sight.

"Fuck," she whispers, slowly peeling back the sheet.

His cock springs free, thick and long, the head glistening with pre-cum. She can't look away from the drop that forms at the tip and slowly rolls down his shaft.

"God, you're huge," she mutters, checking to make sure he's still asleep.

His chest rises and falls in a steady rhythm. Taraji licks her lips and moves closer, her heart racing. She starts by pressing soft kisses to his chest, working her way down his abs.

"You taste so good," she whispers against his skin.

When she reaches his cock, she pauses. It's intimidating up close, thick and veiny. The head is purple and swollen, another drop of pre-cum beading at the slit.

"Here goes nothing," she says, leaning forward to kiss the tip.

The salty taste makes her moan. She glances up at Nikolai's face, relieved to see his eyes still closed. Taking a deep breath, she wraps her lips around the head.

"Fuck, that's good," she mumbles around his cock.

She sucks gently, swirling her tongue around the sensitive ridge. His size makes it difficult, but she's determined. She takes him deeper, inch by inch, until she has half his length in her mouth.

"So fucking big," she says as she comes up for air.

Taraji establishes a rhythm, bobbing her head up and down. Her hand wraps around what doesn't fit, pumping in time with her mouth. Nikolai's groans grow louder, his hips starting to thrust upward.

"You like that, don't you?" she whispers before taking him back in her mouth, her full lips wrapping around his throbbing shaft. The way his cock twitches against her tongue tells her everything she needs to know.

She feels powerful as his breathing becomes ragged, each exhale punctuated by deep moans that echo through the room.

His fingers twitch against the sheets, desperately seeking purchase. Taking a risk, she relaxes her throat and takes him deeper than before, feeling him slide past the point she usually stops.

The thick head pushes insistently against her soft palate, making her eyes water.

When the head of his cock hits the back of her throat, she swallows around him, her throat constricting rhythmically .

His whole body tenses, muscles going rigid. She can feel his thighs trembling against her palms, the slight upward thrust of his hips he can't control.

Suddenly, Nikolai's hands are in her hair, gripping tight, tangling in her dark curls. His eyes are open now, dark with lust, fixed on her with an intensity that makes her core clench.

He holds her head down as his cock starts to pulse. The first jet of cum hits the back of her throat, hot and thick.

She feels his shaft swell and throb against her tongue as the second pulse follows immediately after.

"Fuck! Taraji!" he shouts, his body shuddering. His hips buck upward involuntarily as a third and fourth spurt fill her mouth.

His fingers tighten almost painfully in her hair as his orgasm crashes through him in waves. She can feel every twitch, every pulse, every drop of his release as it floods her eager mouth.

She struggles to swallow it all, some leaking from the corners of her mouth despite her best efforts.

The salty-sweet taste coats her tongue as she continues to suck, milking him for every last drop.

His cock jerks sensitively with each swallow, his groans becoming almost pained from the intensity. When his grip finally loosens in her hair, she pulls back but doesn't release him completely.

Her tongue circles the sensitive head, collecting every last drop, reveling in the way he twitches and gasps at the continued stimulation.

His spent cock gives one final weak pulse against her tongue before she finally lets him slip from between her lips.

"Good morning to you too," she says with a smirk, wiping her mouth.

Nikolai collapses back against the pillows, his chest heaving. "Fuck, baby girl. You're going to kill me."

Taraji notices his cock hasn't softened at all. It stands proud against his stomach, still hard and ready. Her pussy throbs at the sight .

"Looks like someone's still hungry," she says, lowering her head again.

This time, she takes her time, licking from base to tip like an ice cream cone. Nikolai watches her through hooded eyes, his hands fisting the sheets.

"You're so fucking beautiful with my cock in your mouth," he growls.

Taraji moans around him, taking him deeper. His taste is addictive, and the power she feels is intoxicating. She cups his heavy balls, massaging them gently as she sucks.

"That's it, baby," Nikolai encourages, his voice strained. "Take Daddy's cock."

The word sends a shock of arousal through her. She increases her pace, hollowing her cheeks for more suction. Her free hand slips between her legs, finding her clit slick with arousal.

"You're touching yourself, aren't you?" Nikolai asks, his voice dark with desire. "You get wet sucking Daddy's cock?"

Taraji nods, unable to speak with her mouth full. She's close to coming just from this, from the taste of him and the weight of him on her tongue.

"Fuck, I can't wait anymore," Nikolai groans, pulling her off his cock. "Come here."