Page 88 of Save Me

“Good.”

“You didn’t secretly study cosmetology or something, did you?” I joke.

Instead of laughing, he pulls me into him, his arms tight around my waist. “Not hair in general,” he says, his lips almost touching mine. “Just yours.”

I pull my head back before he can kiss me. “No, you didn’t.”

He shrugs. “Nothing a few online videos couldn’t teach.” His response is so casual.

I want to ask why on earth he would spend time learning how to do my hair, but his lips are on mine. The low, simmering heat in my belly ignites a raging flame. I throw my arms around his shoulders and cup the back of his head, letting my fingers play in his long, silky locks at the same time as he devours my mouth.

The insides of my thighs become slick with the growing need in my pussy.

I’m the first one to break the kiss as I sink to my knees and yank the towel away from his body. The dark, angry-looking tip of his cocks meets me at eye level. He’s at full mast.

“Baby?” he questions, his fingers going to my face and jaw. “What are you doing?”

I can hear the smirk in his question, though my attention is still on his dick.

“I want you in my mouth.”

His cock jumps in invitation.

Before Dae can respond, my tongue shoots out, and I lick around the tip of him. We both moan at the same time. I suspect I’m becoming addicted to the action of sucking him off. I know it’s not the act itself that has me this greedy.

I take Dae to the back of my throat. Thank goodness I don’t have a strong gag reflex, I think over and over as I bob on his massive rod.

“Eyes on me,” he orders.

I do as he says, lifting my gaze to meet his dark eyes. There’s so much heat and fire in them that I can’t look away. In the back of my head, a part of me senses that if I keep up whatever’s developing with this man, I’ll get burned from all of that intensity.

Yet, I keep sucking. I revel when he cups my face with both hands, holding me in place, and starts to move his hips. My nipples harden painfully, and my pussy grows wetter as he fucks my face.

“Don’t you fucking dare look away from me,” he says in a voice gruff with emotion and need.

I couldn’t look away even if I wanted to.

Again, that small voice at the back of my head tells me that’s a problem. I shouldn’t be so caught up in a man this early into a relationship.

A relationship I said I had no interest in.

But Dae Kim continues to make a liar out of me. As I’m perched on my knees in front of him, his cock fucking my mouth, our gazes locked on one another, I know it was probably a lie from the very beginning.

I doubt there was anything I could’ve done to not end up in this position.

And loving it.

His hands tighten around my face. The movement of his hips becomes erratic and driven.

“I’m going to come down your fucking throat,” he growls.

I wrap my arms around his body, digging my nails into his ass cheeks, and hold him to me the same way he holds my face.

I delight in the first feel of his cum on my tongue and swallow his release as if I were dying of thirst.

“Don’t miss a drop,” he tells me.

I don’t.

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