Page 48 of Savage Surrender

“You’re not.” He turned me slightly until I faced him, his finger still hooked in place inside me. “I want to know you. Inside and out. You’re more than just an easy lay, sweetheart.” After placing a tender kiss to my brow as he moved his finger again, he layback down and spooned me again. “I want to know what you’re thinking.”

“I was thinking that not everything adds up about you.”

“Like what?” He followed his question by kissing me.

“Like your taking me to that…” I furrowed my brow, impatient when he didn’t keep up with his fingers sliding in and out. “Where was that place?”

“A whorehouse,” he answered simply.

That was my best guess. I’d been so shocked by it all that I hadn’t asked.

“So, you’re just an average college professor who frequents whorehouses?”

“I’ve never visited them as a guest.”

That makes less sense.

“And a professor who’s loaded?” I moaned as he leaned lower to suck my nipple. “This place is… fancy.”

“I have money,” he confirmed.

“But not from being a professor?”

He shook his head. “Other things.”

I couldn’t help but feel like there were two sides to this hunk of man who could make me feel so good. I was only meeting one half, though. “Vik?”

“Hmmm?” He moved his thumb to my clit, and I arched into his touch.

“A big part of why I want you is because you’re so different from the men I’ve met so far. The men I have met through my father’s business. I like that you’re such a ‘normal’ guy, a stranger who can meet me and form independent opinions about me. And you want me.”

“Of course, I do.”

Still, he wouldn’t comment on what I said. He wasn’t filling in the gaps.

“I can’t imagine why. What a professor could hope to do with one of his students. What kind of a future you are looking for.”

He teased me still, stroking me, fingering me, and playing dirty by increasing his attention on my clit. “I can see a future with you. In my bed. Making me hard.” Moving me away, he shifted so he could sit up. He held his long, thick shaft, stroking himself as he watched me. “Telling you how much I love it when you suck me.”

I smiled, slightly irked that he was distracting me with sex. It was too tempting to resist, though. I wasn’t sure I could prove that I knew what I was doing, but I hoped I made up for my inexperience with enthusiasm.

Crawling over, I lowered my mouth to his dick. First I licked the tip, then I circled my tongue around the wide head.

As I explored and sucked him, he encouraged me to move up the bed while he reclined. Once he pushed me over him, so he could align his face with my pussy, he decided to talk again.

“I’ve never really considered my future too much,” he admitted in between kisses he placed up the insides of my thighs while he stroked his finger in me.

I had never done something like this, and the naughtiness of it was exhilarating.

“But I’ve always wondered if and when I’d find a woman who’d make sense in my life.”

I smiled, slowing my sucks on his big dick. “Me?” I ventured to guess, kissing along his wet shaft.

He pulled my hips lower so he could nuzzle at my entrance, kissing and sucking hard. As he pushed me back up and thrust his dick at my mouth, he replied, “No.”

I pouted as I sucked on him again, bothered by his answer and the fact that he’d slowed down on me.

“Nothing about you makes sense, Irina. We shouldn’t be together for many reasons.”

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