Page 26 of Yes! Professor Hendrix
“Yeah, baby… I’m gon’ eat your other titty too. Don’t want her jealous, right?”
“Yes… baby,” I moaned, already shaking.
He alternated between them, licking, sucking, cupping them in his hands like he was on a mission to make me lose my mind. When he pinched, sucked, and bit me all at once, I screamed. My clit was throbbing, pussy soaking wet, my body trembling from the aftershock of an orgasm he gave me with nothing but my nipples.
“Fuck… it’s so good, daddy. What did you just do to me?”
“I just gave you a nipple orgasm, baby,” he said, lips kissing down to my belly.
“It was so good,” I said, voice shaking. “But now… my clit’s aching. It hurts.”
“Hmmm,” he groaned. “Let me take care of it.”
He moved down between my thighs. In one smooth motion, he spread my legs wide and buried his face between them. His warm breath hit my already dripping pussy, making me arch my back. He kissed the insides of my thighs, biting softly, teeth grazing my skin until I was trembling. Then his tongue slid between my folds and found my clit.
He sucked it—hard—then moaned against me, covering my whole pussy with his mouth.
“Oh my God…” I cried out, louder than before.
“Hmmm, this pussy so sweet, baby. You taste like fucking heaven,” he hummed, vibrating against me. Then he feasted, tongue deep, mouth greedy. He licked, sucked, and groanedwhile his fingers slipped inside, curling up to stroke that sensitive spot that made my eyes roll back.
He fucked me with his fingers while his lips sucked my clit like it was the only thing keeping him alive.
And I was gone. Completely fucking gone.
I could not take it anymore, this was so intense I started to move away from his mouth. My body was twitching, nerves on fire, and every flick of his tongue made it harder to breathe. I felt like I was about to explode, the pressure unbearable. But Nolan wasn’t letting up. He grabbed my hips firmly, grounding me in place as he buried his face deeper into my pussy. His mouth was relentless, tongue-fucking me with so much precision it felt like he was spelling his name inside me, over and over. My legs were shaking, my toes curling, and then it hit me—I released. My juices flooded his mouth, and I cried out from the force of the orgasm that ripped through my body like a fucking storm.
“Yes… That’s it mama. Give everything to daddy… Hmmm,” he moaned, his voice thick with hunger as he drank me over, licking each drop like it was holy water. His tongue swept every inch of my pussy, greedy for more, not leaving a trace of my release behind. He pulled away only when he was sure there was nothing left, his lips glistening with the proof of what he’d done.
Then he sat up, eyes locked on mine, and slowly pulled off his boxers. His thick dick sprang free, hard, veiny, and desperate to be inside me. Before leaning back in, he pulled his phone from his jeans pocket and flipped it around so I could see his medical clearances.
“I’m clean, baby. I told you I’m never wrapping this dick again. I’m gonna fuck you raw,” he rasped, pressing a low kiss to my neck.
I fumbled for my phone on the nightstand—his lips still brushing my neck, making it hell to reach—before yanking it freeand flipping it around to show my own test results. When he saw I was clean too, he let out a low groan in my ear.
“You on birth control?” he murmured, grazing my skin.
I moaned deep. “Yeah… I take the pill.”
“Fuck the pills, Lena. I want a baby,” he growled, lining himself up with my soaking wet pussy before claiming my lips.
He entered me, deep, slow, claiming. Our eyes stayed locked as he pushed in, stretching me open with his hard length, inch by inch, like he wanted me to feel every damn part of him settling inside me.
“Daddy…” I moaned, voice catching, that first stroke punching the air out of my lungs. I felt full, stretched, whole, like I was being reborn with his dick buried in me.
“Yes mama… You good?” he whispered, brushing my hair back, his forehead resting against mine.
“Yes… Make love to me… Please,” I begged, voice trembling with need.
He started to move—slow strokes, deep and deliberate. It was fucking torture, the way he took his time, dragging his dick through every inch of my walls.I loved it. I hated it. I needed more.
“Baby… Please,” I cried, wrapping my legs around his hips, my heels digging into his back, hands grabbing his ass, trying to force him to move faster.
But he wasn’t having it. He grabbed my wrists, pinned them above my head, and gave me another long, deep stroke that made me sob.
“Nah… I’m not going faster yet. When you wrote that line ‘I’m gonna fuck you so slow your legs forget how to walk,’ you didn’t know what it felt like. You need to feel each slow stroke like this, Lena. Yes… Open those legs further and takeyourdick, slowly until frustration and pleasure break you down. AndthenI’ll put you back together, aight?”
“Baby, please, I can’t take it anymore…” I whimpered, my legs already trembling, body stretched to its limit.
