Page 28 of Yes! Professor Hendrix
She gasps, moaning as I spread her cheeks, letting my dick slide between them. She’s warm, wet, and so fucking ready. I shift my grip to her hair, tugging her head back so my mouth brushes against her ear.
As I read,Nolan did exactly what I wrote. He spread my cheeks, grabbed my hair, and entered me slow.
“Hmmmm… This is so fucking good…”
“Yeah… that’s what you wrote, baby. This is how it feels,” he said, thrusting harder.
“Fuck… Nolan…”
“Hmmm. We’re back to Professor Hendrix now, ’cause I’m gonna fuck you stupid, Miss Morrow. Say it. Use your magic words and keep reading…”
“Yes, Professor Hendrix…” I moaned.
My hand slides between her thighs, finding her clit and rubbing it as I fuck her deeper. She’s soaking wet, so tight it’s like she’s squeezing me on purpose, and that just makes me hungrier. My hips grind harder, every thrust hitting deep. “This pussy’s so fucking tight,” I mutter, watching her reflection in the glass, her face flushed, her body open for me.
Nolan followed every word.His thumb rubbed my clit, hips driving into me fast and brutal. “Yeah, you right, baby. This pussy’s so fucking tight.”
I screamed, coming hard on his dick, my walls squeezing him like a vice.
“I love you, Lena,” he said, breath ragged, orgasm close. “I love you so much. Wanna build our family. Give me a kid, baby…”
“Hmmm, fuck… I… Oh God…” I moaned.
“Yes?” he asked again.
“Yes, Professor Hendrix… I’ma give you a baby, daddy.”
He groaned loud and deep as he filled me, spilling inside with one final thrust.
Heart racing, body wrecked, he pulled me into his arms and kissed me tenderly.
“Now go to sleep, mama,” he whispered.
And my eyes finally closed.
Chapter Twelve
Nolan Hendrix
I didn’t like knowing some man had made my babies feel unsafe, touched them, hurt them, made them cry. Lex Carter wasn’t about to slide with the shit he did. It had been a week since he crossed the damn line with Lena and Marisa, and I was still tight about it. He was gonna pay. And I chose the hardest, cruelest way to make that happen—starting with the tears he made her cry nine years ago when that sorry bastard fucked another bitch in their bed while Lena was pregnant with his child.
I wasn’t mad that he lost her. That’s what his dumb ass deserved. But I needed him to understand that every single tear she dropped for him? That shit came with interest. Eye for an eye. Pain for pain. He had no idea what I had prepared.
“Oh fuck…” the girl moaned, voice trembling as Silas fucked her deep.
She was strapped to the bed, face to the door, ass up, moaning while my brother wrecked her from behind. Nasty and raw. Just how I needed it to be.
Silas was always down to help when the plan required dicking a chick down. Standing 6’3”, with deep chocolate skin, muscles forged by the army, and a jawline sharp enough to cut glass, he was every woman’s fantasy. Except mine of course! I’m Lena’s fantasy!
I’d introduced Lena to him two days ago and laid out our plan for her ex. I expected her to push back, to talk me down, but she didn’t. She was with it.Fully. Even wanted to be there.
Didn’t take long before the door flew open. Lex Carter stood in the doorway, frozen. His eyes locked on the scene in front of him, confusion turning to rage. He’d already gotten a sneak peek earlier when he received the video on his phone.
“WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS? ANGELA!!” he screamed, chest heaving, hurt twisting his face.
His wife was taking my brother’s dick like she paid for it, while Lena and I were enjoying the private show. It was brutal, unfiltered, and fucking perfect.
“Ayii… Papi… Lex… this is sooo good,” Angela moaned, biting her lip while Silas gripped her hips and drilled into her.
