Page 39 of Savage Surrender

Viktor was. And as he slowly pulled out to slide back in, he proved that he’d fuck me so well that I couldn’t bear to think about having another man in me like this.

Over and over, he pounded into me. Holding my waist but alternating by moving his hands back up to play with my breasts that felt so heavy and sensitive as they bounced and swayed from his thrusts, he controlled all the points of pleasure that I could rely on to feel so good.

Between his kisses on my neck and the eventual slide of his finger toward my clit, which he thrummed and rubbed in time with his deep thrusts, I was a goner.

I held on to the shelf’s edge, not bothering to concern myself with how the metal structure squeaked and whined under the motion of Viktor fucking me so hard and fast.

That slight pinch of pain that came when he first slammed into me was long gone. Now, in its place, mounting pleasure electrified me.

Until I came, until I felt like I was exploding and shattering, letting bliss and utter relief claim me. He’d already given me one intense orgasm in his office, with his hands and mouth, but that was nothing like this. I felt fried and burned alive, so overcome with pleasure that I couldn’t stand it.

Behind the tie gagging my mouth, I cried out and sobbed at the powerful release. Tears streaked down my face, wetting the fabric of the smooth tie. They were evidence of how strongly I felt this once-in-a-lifetime occasion, losing my virginity to the professor I wasn’t supposed to want.

Before I could fully start to come down from the first waves of my climax, he drilled into me deeper yet. Far into me, hejerked and twitched. His dick pulsed, and I moaned again at the thought of his hot cum flooding my womb.

He shouldn’t have come in me. I shouldn’t have asked him to fuck me.

We shouldn’t have caved.

But now that we had, I hung loose in his hug, catching my breath through my nose the best I could. Trembles raced through me, my body so sensitive to having sex for the first time. He noticed, always so quick to watch me and wait for my cues. Placing tender kisses along my neck, he sighed and accepted this crash from the rush of sex.

If he let me go now, I’d drop to the floor.

He didn’t. Embracing me, keeping his long shaft inside me, he waited until we could both stand steadily.

I wasn’t surewhenreality would feel steady or consistent after he’d fucked me so thoroughly, but I would forever keep this night precious in my memories. There would be Before Viktor and After Viktor, and those generalizations of time would not be the same.

I would never be the same.

Tonight, I’d acted on what I wanted.

The night that I decided who I wanted to give my V card to.

Viktor, the professor I shouldn’t have fallen for at all.

19

VIKTOR

Iheld Irina close to me, wishing I could feel all of her luscious, soft skin. Until she could stand steadier, I would keep her upright. Nuzzling her neck as I caught my breath, I tugged the cups of her bra back up to contain her huge tits. She shivered under my touch, still so hazy from coming hard with me. It felt like a crime to cover her up at all, but if someone came by and saw her, gagged and her shirt wide open, I’d want to murder them.

Irina was mine.

She had wanted to give her virginity to me, no one else. I felt like a fucking caveman, a god, a rabid lover who could rut her all over again. She chose me, not anyone else. Me.

My dick was still in her where we were glued together by our combined cum. And I made no move to pull out of her as I forced her shirt back together, fastening whatever buttons were left. She was hardly decent, but nothing was revealed.

Slowly, hating that I had to end this, I slid out of her and tucked my wet dick back into my pants. Then as I turned her around, I made sure her skirt flapped down and stayed in place.

I watched her as I loosened the knot in the tie that I’d used as a gag for her. Wearing suits and ties wasn’t something I did often. After this gig was up, when I wouldn’t need my cover anymore, I wouldn’t think about ties again.

This tie, though, was now my favorite. I removed it fully from her face and tucked it into my pocket to savor later. The scorching hot memory of what we did would take a long time to fade. And this tie was my trophy, my collectible to commemorate it.

She heaved out a deep sigh, staring at me. Before she could speak, I heard the sounds of people walking nearby.

Fuck.

I kissed her, to keep her quiet. But no one passed us by. No one entered this aisle.

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