Page 57 of Save Me

“Baby,” I say against her lips, “I need to be inside of you.”

I pull at the material of her dress, undoing the buttons along the side. Once I reach the skin underneath, my hands are everywhere. The feel of her softness undoes me, and before I know it, she’s stripped down to her panties and bra.

A smile touches my lips.

She’s wearing a black lace set. I run my finger along the seam of her panties.

“You wore these for me, didn’t you?” Confidence oozes out of my voice. I know she did.

She sits up on her elbows, her dazed gaze meeting my eyes.

She’s so fucking stunning with her kiss swollen lips and the bun she put her hair in, messy. It’s like a drug just knowing I’m the one who made her like this.

“And if I say I did?” she asks, a spark of mischief in her eyes.

I reach down and run my pointer finger up the length of her pussy lips. I can feel the moisture soaking the hem of her panties. She moans and lets her head fall back. Her legs spread.

“That’s right, baby,” I croon. “Open up for me.”

Her legs widen even more. Her body knows who it belongs to.

Fuck, this feeling is headier than I ever anticipated.

I lean over her again and plant my elbows on either side of her head, forcing her to look at me. I brush my lips against hers.

“If you tell me you wore these for me,” I pause to run my hands across her mons, “then I’ll let you come on my tongue before I make you come on my cock.”

She groans, her hips lifting slightly—her body silently begging me to make good on my promise. I still her hips with one hand.

“Tell me,” I instruct while I sit back on my haunches. I hook my hands in her panties.

“I did,” she says with a quiver in her voice.

I need more.

“What was that?”

“I wore them for you.” She pushes out a shuddering breath. “Please, Dae.”

I groan. “Fuck, baby. I wasn’t going to make you beg tonight. But hearing you do it anyway …”

A ripping sound rends the air.

She gasps in surprise, but her gasp soon turns into a deep groan when I put my mouth on her. Her taste is intoxicating. Nothing is sweeter than the taste of Kennedy’s pussy.

The more I taste her, the more I need to taste her. It’s not a want or a desire. At this point it’s a burning need.

An obsession.

I long ago accepted that I’m obsessed with her. At one point, I believed my obsession would disappear. I’d get over it and move on from the girl who saved me in that alleyway.

The opposite happened.

The more I watched and learned about her, the more obsessed I became. Now that she’s here with me, my mouth literally on her pussy, driving her to pleasure, I’m even more dominated by the need to possess her. To let every and any fucker who would even think of coming near her know that she’s off limits.

“Dae, I’m … I’m … Fuuu—” she pants as the orgasm rushes through her.

I don’t stop. I lick, taste, and savor every part of her orgasm.

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