He scraped a fingernail over my clit and I saw stars for a beat, my pussy fluttering around him.
“Fuck, Siobhan, how are you so perfect for me?”he muttered.“Gonna fill you with my knot.Going to pump your cunt full of my cum.Do you see how I make your tummy bulge with every thrust?How your body stretches to fit mine?I’m going to fill you with so much cum that you’re going to have a bump for months.”
My breath caught in my throat at the image of my body swelling with his child.It wasn’t something we were ready for yet, but pretending was hot.
His knot pressed against my pussy.I could feel my body expanding to fit him.When he managed to get fully inside me, pressing hard against my G-spot, I came with a shout.
Aiden bit down on my shoulder, and I linked my hands together behind his head, holding him to me.A trickle of blood tickled my breast as it fell, clinging to the point of my nipple before dropping to the carpet.
I came again, hard, when I felt him gush inside me, the throbbing of his cock pressing against every good spot inside me as he released.
We stayed locked together for a long moment, my chest heaving for breath.More people passed us, their movement causing a breeze to wash over me.Even with Aiden’s heat behind and inside me, I shivered.
He released the meat of my shoulder and licked the wound, sending shockwaves through me.“Cold?”he asked.
“A bit,” I admitted.
“We should get you upstairs and tucked up in bed,” Aiden said, making no move to pull out.
I clenched down on his knot.“Please,” I whispered.“Not yet.I need to feel full of you for a little longer.”I put my hand on my lower belly and pressed.
His cock twitched against my palm and he groaned in my ear.His hand covered mine, dwarfing it.“If we go up to our room now, I promise I’ll fuck you again, in any position you want.”
“Will you eat me out first?”
“Of course.”He sounded offended, and I huffed a laugh.
I ran my fingers over his horns.“How about shower sex, then you tongue fuck me, and then I ride you?”
“Sounds like perfection.”
CHAPTER19
A week passed,and we settled into our new normal.Professor Reynolds’s age seemed to have settled at a precocious eight-year-old.He played pranks on everyone, laughing uproariously when it was especially explosive.
“It’s hard to believe that that little monster grew up to become our calm professor,” I whispered to Aiden one morning after cleaning a swampy mess from our bathroom.The professor was cleaning up his own bathroom.He’d filled it with soapy bubbles.
Aiden shrugged.“Maybe he met someone in school that tempered his enthusiasm.Or maybe he’s a normal eight-year-old boy.”
I wrinkled my nose.“Tell me you weren’t like that at his age.”
“I wasn’t like that at his age,” Aiden parroted mechanically.
“Ugh.Best birth control ever.”
Aiden chuckled and drew me into his embrace, wiping a smear of mud off my forehead with his thumb.“It’ll be different when it’sours,” he whispered.“You’ll be a better influence than my teachers ever were on me.”
“You too?”I asked.
“Oh, I’ll be encouraging them.”He grinned when I gasped, outraged.“You need some chaos in your life.And they need the chance to let loose in a safe environment.”
I melted against his body.“I can’t believe we’re actually thinking about this.Even though it’ll be far in the future,” I clarified quickly.“I want to travel without a baby for at least a year.”
“At least a year,” Aiden said in agreement.His eyes flared with fire.“As long as we can keep practicing.”
“I’m certainly not going to say no tothat!”
“I’mhungry!”Professor Reynolds complained.“Are you going to hug until the mess closes?Déan deifir!”