Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 83858 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83858 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
“Only if you make it extra depraved,” he says, and we both lose it laughing.
I reach for my glass of water, take a sip, and let the silence settle. Outside, the snow is still coming down, burying us deeper in the woods, and it feels like nothing could ever get inside this world we’ve built.
Talon pulls my hand to his mouth and kisses the fox ring, then licks my finger, which somehow, is hot as hell.
“Mmm, what was that for?”
My boyfriend just winks at me. “Nothing.”
“Let me guess: you want to know the latest Simone gossip,” I say.
He props himself up on an elbow, looking way too interested for a man who claims to be above it all. “Lay it on me.”
“Her new guy—the professor she’s hooking up with—is old-school. Like, really old-school. He wants her to have his baby.”
Talon blinks, processing. “Wait, what? Why? Are they getting married?”
“Nope. He’s, like, obsessed with the idea of her getting pregnant. But not for marriage—he just wants an heir or something.”
Talon looks confused. “An heir? That’s pretty crazy. Is she going to do it?”
I laugh. “Simone’s considering it. I think she likes the power trip. Plus, the professor’s got money. Like, real money. They’re talking surrogacy or whatever, but I think he’s going to impregnate her the old-fashioned way.”
Talon snorts. “So she’s going to get bred by her hot professor and then raise the kid herself?”
“No, I think he wants the baby. But whatever custody arrangement they decide on, Simone’s going to be a MILF, and both of them are going to experience hot times.”
Talon shakes his head, but he’s grinning now. “You know what this sounds like?”
“A taboo romance novel,” we say at the same time.
We laugh again, and I roll on top of him, pinning his wrists above his head. “You want to roleplay it?” I ask, voice low.
He raises an eyebrow. “You want me to breed you, my naughty little student?”
I rock my hips against him, feeling him get hard, even through the thin layer of boxers. “Only if you’re a strict professor who’s disappointed in my grades. I need you to make me come really hard, and then maybe I’ll get an A on my quiz.”
He growls, then flips us so I’m underneath, his body pressing me into the mattress. “You’re incorrigible,” he says, nuzzling my neck.
I pant into his ear, “I need extra credit, Mr. Professor.”
He nips my ear, then slides down and spreads my thighs with his big hands. “Then you better work for it, my dear student.”
He yanks my leg over his shoulder and licks me, slow and deep, tongue dragging over my clit until my eyes roll back in my head. He keeps going, relentless, switching from long, languid strokes to rough little circles that make me squirm and whine. He puts two fingers in me, curling them just right, and I’m already teetering on the edge when he stops.
I glare down at him, desperate. “What the hell, Professor? Why did you stop?”
Talon kneels up, pushes his boxers down, and his cock bobs out, thick and dark, with delicious veins. He lines up at my entrance and slides in with a single, brutal thrust, making me arch up and bite his shoulder.
“Shhh, don’t want the dean to hear us,” he says, voice so deep it makes my insides clench.
I wrap my legs around his waist and dig my heels into his ass, pulling him deeper. “Breed me, big boy,” I whisper, “give me a baby.”
Talon laughs, a little wild, then fucks me so hard the whole bed shudders. I reach up and claw at his back, dragging him down for a kiss. He fucks me slow and deep, then faster, each thrust making me gasp until I’m whimpering into his mouth.
He grabs my ring hand and presses it to the mattress, pinning me as he pounds into me. “Mine,” he says, and it’s not the professor voice anymore—it’s just Talon, desperate and in love.
“Yours,” I moan, and then I’m coming, hard, everything going electric-white behind my eyes. He comes too, muffling the sound in my neck, his whole body shaking.
We stay like that, slick and tangled and panting, until the sweat starts to dry and I’m so sleepy I can’t even keep my eyes open.
Talon pulls the blankets up, spoons behind me, and kisses the back of my neck. “Best roleplay yet,” he mutters.