Page 47 of Savage Surrender

Unwilling to miss her coming, I slid my fingers back into her and pistoned them, prolonging her orgasm as I flipped her onto the couch. Still dressed, I climbed over her and replaced my fingerswith my cock. She trembled, arching her back as I slammed in fast.

“Vik!” She couldn’t find the strength to finish my name, so lost to coming hard.

Determined to make sure I gave her what she wanted, to make her live out what she saw at the brothel, I pulled out, staggered to stand, then flipped her so she bent over the couch. Pounding into her pussy again, I spanked her ass until she came again. Squeezing me so tight, she triggered me to follow her. I rained my palm on her reddened cheek one more time as I used my other hand to pull her waist back to me.

“Just like that, sweetheart. Fuck. Just like that,” I groaned.

Flooding her womb with my cum, I realized it was no longer a matter of wanting to give her what she wanted. It was a marathon of proving to myself that she was all I would ever want. Now and forever.

22

IRINA

Ididn’t know what I was agreeing to when Viktor told me that he’d pick me up at eight. There wasn’t any chance I would’ve told him no.

Now that I was waking next to him in bed the morning after he got me from my apartment, I never wanted to leave.

He fucked me so hard and rough on the couch, spanking my ass until it burned. It was so bad, wrong to want him at all, wrong of me to be so thrilled that my professor was spanking my ass. Knowing how inappropriate it was made it all the hotter.

I’d barely come down from the high of coming on the couch before he moved us. Dizzy and lost to such a powerful orgasm, I was disoriented and floating on bliss when he carried me into a huge shower, an enormous stall that rivaled the size of what could be found at my father’s house. As he washed us, taking care to caress my red ass and treating me to both a shower and a massage, I lost track of noticing all the details about his bathroom.

Then, as the shower turned into more foreplay, he brought me to his king-sized bed and made love to me there. It felt presumptuous to think that—making love. But that was what it was like. Not as hard and rough, which I did like, but slow, gentle, and tender. If he wasn’t on a mission to show me how varied of a lover he could be, he was proving it, anyway. Fast or slow. Hard or soft. No matter how he was when he put his hands and mouth on me, his cock inside me, he showed me how treasured a woman could feel.

He woke next to me, moaning in a sexy, sleepy manner that made me smile. Stretching while he was still flush to me, he rubbed his hard, muscled, hot body alongside mine.

“Hi,” I said, hating how lame I sounded.

He was amused, smiling slowly and pulling me in for a deep kiss. “Hi,” he whispered back. “Don’t tell me you have a class you need to get to.”

I laughed. “It’s Saturday,” I reminded him.

“Oh. Good.”

“Am I interfering with your weekend plans?” I asked. I hadn’t counted on spending the night. Peter and the other guard were busy doing something else for my father. I doubted anyone would notice my leaving my apartment last night via the cameras. Because I didn’t matter to them. I was just a burden.

“No. But you’re helping me make some.” With that, he slid me closer to him. As he spooned me, he picked up my thigh and draped it back over his so he could stroke his fingers over my slit.

“You’re insatiable,” I teased.

“For you, sweetheart. The things that you make me want to do…” He growled, kissing the side of my neck as he played with me.

“Tell me.” I pushed my ass back toward him. “Please?”

“You make me want to fuck you until you can’t stand.” He pushed his fingers a little further, lightly penetrating but keeping his touch so light that it was a tease.

“I’d say you’re halfway there.” Talking about sex got me wondering about where he’d taken me last night. And now that I was awake, I noticed how well furnished his bedroom was. Viktor had commented that being a professor wasn’t his only job. But at the moment when he said that, I couldn’t tell if he meant his only job currently or ever. He was clearly loaded.

As we lay there, his finger stroking and his lips pressing under my ear, I thought back to all the things that didn’t quite make sense.

“You’re thinking too much,” he said, dipping his finger deeper into me.

“If you keep that up, I won’t.”

He went still, and I groaned. “No, please. Don’t stop.”

He resumed his touch, but too lightly and slowly to get me off. “I want to know. What’s on your mind?”

I laughed lightly. “Are you pretending that I’m not just a piece of ass to you?”

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