THE PROFESSOR'S DIRTY CLAIM
He spat into his palm, stroked himself once, and thrust in deep, burning, claiming.
Alex cried out, the stretch exquisite agony under the alien influence. Every inch felt thicker, hotter, dragging against nerves amplified a thousand times. Damian fucked him like a man possessed hard, fast, hips slamming with wet, obscene sounds.
“Mine,” he growled with every thrust. “Even if the world ends. Even if they put something inside you. You’re still fucking mine.”
The words sent another wave through Alex. His belly felt full, swollen, the fertility enhancements making his body ready too ready. He came without touch, spilling across the table in powerful pulses, hole clenching rhythmically around Dam