Page 28 of Savage Surrender

“Viktor,” I corrected as I pushed my fingertip into her tight, wet entrance. “You call me by my name when I have your cunt sucking me in like this.”

She breathed faster, closing her eyes as I kissed along her neck. Aiming for the sensitive flesh under her ear, I added another finger, thrusting them into her virgin pussy.

“You shouldn’t be letting me touch you like this, Irina,” I reminded her.

“But I want…” She moaned as I moved my thumb over her clit. Her legs parted wider as her head dropped back.

“Oh, I know what you want. But I shouldn’t give it to you, right?”

She pouted, furrowing her brow as I straightened, keeping my fingers inside her.

“You shouldn’t…” she agreed weakly. “But…”

“But you want it.” I urged her to lean back a little on the desk, showing her with my free hand how she should rest her hand on the surface. “You want me to touch you.” I kissed her before lowering to sit in my chair. “You want me to kiss you.” I scooted the chair closer until I could kiss her bare knee. Her tall stockings revealed that bit of skin, but when I flipped her skirt up, she was bare for me.

“Viktor,” she said, startled.

“You want me to taste you, don’t you?” I taunted as I dipped my head toward her. Placing a kiss above the spot where my fingers disappeared into her, I stared up at her.

Her mouth hung open as she watched me. Shock and elation warred in her blue gaze, but most of all, her desire shone clearly.

“You shouldn’t want me to,” I growled before dragging my tongue around my fingers speared inside her. “I shouldn’t fantasize about doing this.”

She licked her lips and whimpered in need. “We shouldn’t,” she agreed weakly.

I grinned, loving that she could be so naughty to admit this was wrong at the same time she would make no move to stop me.

“But we will.” I licked and sucked at her, never looking away. “I’m going to eat this sweet pussy until you come.”

She spread her legs wider, her gaze hazy with lust, her cheeks flush with arousal.

“And you’re going to hold my head and fuck my mouth,” I ordered. Licking at her slit as I rubbed her clit, I waited for her to do that. Her fingers threaded through my hair until she had a good grip. One hand remained behind her as she propped herself up. And with jerky movements at first, she pushed her pussy at my mouth. Between her hand on my head and her hips arching toward my face, she participated in this oral scene we really,reallynever should have started.

“Just like that, sweetheart,” I praised before smashing my face to her cunt. Her scent. Her taste. The sounds of her whimpers and my juicy sucks. The feel of her fingers trembling over my head. I was overwhelmed by all my senses concentrated on her.

“Fuck my face, Irina. Show me what a bad girl you are, fucking your professor’s face.”

She gasped, humping me faster as I sucked and licked harder.

“Keep these legs spread wide.” I reached up to grab her thighs, forcing them apart. The shift in my angle jolted her, but she didn’t let go. She fell back on the desk, dropping her arm that she was leaning with.

The sight of her lying on my desk, her legs draped over the edge, was just too much for me to stand. She couldn’t hump up at my face as well anymore, but I could pin her to the desk better this way. With her fingers locked in my hair, I stayed put and sucked on her hard clit until she cried out.

She squirted, coating my chin with more of her cream, but I was too greedy to wait. Before she could come down from her high, I stood and reached for my pants. There was no way in hell I could deny myself any longer. I set out to seduce her, but I’d tortured myself too hard.

“You shouldn’t have,” I told her, taking in the sight of her trembling from coming. “You shouldn’t have let me do that.” I unzipped then pulled her toward the edge of the desk. “I shouldn’t have started that.”

She shook her head weakly but said, “Uh-huh.”

“Because now I want more.”

Just before I could pull my dick out of my pants, the sound of metal clicking against metal reached me. The doorknob was spinning. Someone was entering my office.

She heard it too, jackknifing to sit upright. I shifted to the side, hiding her bare pussy still quivering from her orgasm. I blocked the sight of her skirt flipped up.

Wiping my chin and licking my lips, I tried to hide the evidence of what I was up to with my student in here.

Our trespasser likely knew what was going on anyway. Jessica stood in the open doorway, her hand still on the doorknob. She was the one who’d interrupted us. She was the one who just had to pop in and act like she had any welcome in this private space.

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