ANMELDENChapter 3: His House, His Rules (Alex’s POV) I almost turned around three times on the walk to his house. It was 8:55 p.m. The neighborhood was quiet — porch lights on, families settling in for the night. Dr. Marcus Hale’s two-story home sat at the end of a cul-de-sac, warm light glowing from the downstairs windows. His wife’s car was gone. Book club night. The kids were supposedly asleep upstairs. My legs felt weak as I walked around to the back door like he’d instructed. I knocked once, soft. The door opened immediately. Dr. Hale stood there in dark jeans and a black T-shirt that stretched tight across his chest. No glasses. Hair slightly messy. He looked at me like he’d been waiting all day. “Inside. Now.” I stepped in. The house smelled like dinner and laundry detergent. Family photos lined the hallway — his wife smiling, two kids at the beach, a Christmas picture with everyone in matching sweaters. The guilt in my stomach twisted harder. He didn’t say anything else. He j
Chapter 2: Back Seat After Class (Alex’s POV) I almost didn’t go. All day I kept telling myself I could skip it. Just go home, pretend last night never happened, ignore the way my hole still felt sore and stretched from taking Dr. Hale’s thick married cock. But every time I thought about disobeying, my stomach twisted with fear. He had my grades. My future. One word from him and everything I’d worked for could disappear. So at 4:15 p.m., heart pounding, I walked to the faculty parking lot and found his black SUV in the far corner, tinted windows up. The back door unlocked with a soft click the second I approached. I climbed in. Dr. Hale was already in the back seat, tie loosened, slacks unbuttoned. He looked at me like I was late for an exam. “Lock the door,” he ordered. I did. My hands were shaking again. He didn’t waste time with words. He grabbed me by the back of the neck and pulled me into a rough kiss, tongue pushing into my mouth like he owned it. I could taste coffee
Breeding My Professor’s Married Hole Chapter 1: No Choice But to Take It (Alex’s POV) I should have left when office hours ended. Dr. Marcus Hale had asked me to stay behind after the rest of the class cleared out. Something about “going over my midterm paper in more detail.” I’d been nervous the whole lecture — he’d been staring at me more than usual, eyes dark behind his glasses, jaw tight every time I shifted in my seat. Now it was just the two of us in his office. Door closed. Lights dim. I sat across from his desk, backpack on my lap like a shield, trying to keep my voice steady. “So… about the paper, Professor. You said there were issues with my thesis?” Dr. Hale didn’t answer right away. He just looked at me. Forty-two years old, married, built like he still lifted heavy even with the academic job. Salt-and-pepper hair, broad shoulders, forearms thick from years of carrying books and whatever else he did in his free time. He was strict. Cold in class. Everyone respected h
Chapter 3: Risking Everything at His House (Jake’s POV) My hands wouldn’t stop shaking as I parked two blocks away and walked through the dark suburban streets toward Coach Harlan’s house. It was 8:55 p.m. The neighborhood was quiet — families inside, lights glowing in windows, normal lives happening all around me. I was terrified. One wrong move and a neighbor could see me. His wife could come home early. His kids could wake up. But I couldn’t stay away. The back door was unlocked, just like his text said. I slipped inside, heart hammering against my ribs, and closed it softly behind me. The house smelled like dinner and laundry — normal family stuff that made what I was doing feel even dirtier. Coach Harlan was waiting in the kitchen, still in his coaching shorts and a tight gray T-shirt that showed off every muscle. His jaw was clenched tight, arms crossed. “You shouldn’t be here, Jake,” he said immediately, voice low and rough. “My wife is supposed to be back by ten. The kid
Chapter 2: Fighting What He Wants (Jake’s POV) I barely slept that night. Every time I closed my eyes I felt Coach Harlan’s thick cock stretching me open, the heat of his married load flooding my guts, the way his hand had covered my mouth while he bred me over his desk. My hole was sore, but I kept pushing a finger inside just to feel the leftover slickness of his cum. The next morning at practice I was terrified. Coach Harlan acted normal in front of the team — barking orders, blowing his whistle, pushing us harder than usual. But every time his eyes landed on me, they were dark. Angry. Hungry. I kept my head down, heart racing, scared he’d pull me aside and tell me I was off the team. Or worse — that last night had been a mistake he’d never repeat. After practice, when the other guys headed to the showers, Coach’s voice cut through the noise. “Jake. My office. Now.” My stomach dropped. I wrapped a towel around my waist and followed him, legs shaky. He closed the door behind
Chapter 1: The Risk That Terrified Me (Jake’s POV) My hands were shaking as I lingered in the locker room after practice. Everyone else had cleared out twenty minutes ago. Coach Harlan was still in his office with the door half-open, reviewing tapes or whatever coaches do when they stay late. I knew this was stupid. Dangerous. He was thirty-eight, married, built like a wall of muscle, and straight — or at least that’s what everyone believed. One wrong move and my spot on the team, my scholarship, everything could go up in flames. But I couldn’t stop thinking about the way his eyes sometimes lingered on my body when I climbed out of the pool. The way he’d adjust himself in his shorts after yelling at us during dryland training. I was hard just standing there in my towel, heart hammering so loud I was sure he could hear it. Don’t do this, Jake. Walk away. I didn’t listen to myself. I dropped the towel, stayed naked, and walked toward his office on shaky legs. My cock was half-ha







