Betty's POV

When I finally pulled off, a thin string of saliva connected my bottom lip to the glistening tip for a second before it broke. Ivan's eyes shone with something unreadable as he pulled back his cock, fixing his trousers while staring at me with an amused look.

I tried to stand up, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. A satisfied smirk curled up his lips. He pushed me against his desk, making me sit on top.

"You were trying to push me," he said with amusement in his ...