Page 74 of Save Me

I don’t know if it’s my words or what, but something pulls Dae out of his hunger-fueled daze, and he pulls back.

“No,” he growls.

I’m flipped onto my back, and Dae moves up my body. He plants his knees on either side of my head. His very hard cock stares angrily at me, mere centimeters from my lips.

I lick my lips because my mouth waters.

He says something and then stops, glaring at me.

“I-I don’t know what you said,” I tell him because he’s still speaking in Korean.

He blinks as if realizing he’s switched languages. “Open,” he orders.

I hesitate. It’s not that I don’t want to suck him off.

“I’ve only done this with one other person,” I tell him as an explanation for my hesitance.

He frowns, a look of disappointment covering his face. I think my lack of experience brings on that look until he demands, “Who?” in a snarl.

The question shouldn’t surprise me. Not considering my experience with Dae thus far, but it still catches me off guard.

“An ex,” I reply.

“Name.”

I shake my head. “Why?”

“Because I’m going to fucking kill him for touching what’s mine.”

He’s crazy. No, he’s unhinged. The man has to be unhinged to ask, let alone think I will give him the name of an ex-boyfriend.

“I’m not telling you.”

His lips tighten, and I think I’ve just earned punishment number three. Some sort of resolve sparks in his dark eyes.

“Open wider,” he finally says.

I do.

He barely gives me enough time before he’s filling my mouth. He’s so big that I don’t think I can fit him in comfortably.

Dae pulls back until just the tip is in my mouth. “Take all of me, Kennedy,” he encourages. “Relax your throat.”

His voice is hard and commanding, yet there’s need and longing in it that calls to me. He almost touches the back of my throat. Once he begins to pull back, I let my tongue trail against the underside of his dick.

He hisses. I can feel the tightness of his body as he pushes in and out of my mouth. It makes me hungry for more, to satisfy him deeper.

I press against his chest and attempt to sit up. I’m surprised when he allows me this bit of control. With his cock still in my mouth, I change our positions so that he’s on his back, and I’m on my knees in between his legs.

I bob my head up and down his shaft, falling in lust with the taste of his precum as it mixes with my saliva.

Dae’s hands move to my hair, and he begins undoing the bun. Soon, my hair spills over my shoulders, and he palms my head.

I tongue the tip of his cock, savoring the taste of the droplets of precum before I deep throat him again. I’m not one to compare sexual experiences with one partner to the next, but I’ve never been this hungry to devour a man’s dick.

Not even my first long-term boyfriend, the only person I’ve done this with before.

“Fuck,” Dae says, shuddering. Then he again says something in Korean. I think he’s saying that he’s about to come. Not because I understand the words coming out of his mouth. But because I feel the way his body tenses.

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