Page 31 of Yes! Professor Hendrix
“Just like that, baby?”
“Fuck, yes… Just like that. Yes, slide that pussy on your dick, Lena. And tell this motherfucker that I’m the only man you wanna fuck like this.”
With my hands under her ass, I grasped her firmly and drove deep, my dick hammering against her inner walls. I picked up the pace, thrusting in a sustained, punishing rhythm. Eye to eye, I made her ass slap against my lap as she rode my dick, plunging into a pool of juice with every thrust.
“Shit, yes baby. I’ve never ridden a dick like this. You’re the only man I love,” she moaned.
“Who’s pussy is this, Lena?”
“Yours, babe. Yours,” she answered breathlessly.
I pushed harder, deeper, giving her exactly what she needed. My grip tightened on her hips, guiding her, making her take every inch.
“Oh fuck... baby... Yes...”
“Yes who, Miss Morrow?” I commanded.
“Professor Hendrix. Yes, Professor Hendrix. Fuck...” she gasped.
“Yes… This pussy’s so good,” I whispered, locking eyes with Lex, who watched in stunned silence as tears ran down his cheeks.
I rose, standing in the middle of the room, spreading her ass wide. I prepared to fuck her loose.
“Let me show you how your pussy likes to be fucked, aight? Hold on and cum for Papa,” I said, smirking at Lex.
Lena clung to my neck as I took her wildly, ferociously, each movement abrupt yet controlled, drawing more pleasure from her. Her moans mixed with Angela’s cries and Lex’s gasps, a twisted concert echoing through the room.
“Fuck, baby, it feels so good. Harder, Professor. Fuck me harder Professor Hendrix,” she begged.
I growled, driving into her harder and deeper, my thrusts relentless. Our ride turned savage—raw and unforgiving. Her ass slid against my pelvis, my dick plunging in and out, slick with sweat and creamed with her juices.
“I’m gonna cum, baby… I’m cumming…” she cried out.
“Cum on this dick, babe. Moan my name and cream this fucking dick. You hear me?” I growled.
I kept sliding inside her as her pussy grew wetter and her body trembled in violent spasms, struck by her first orgasm.
“Fuck... yes Professor Hendrix… Yes… baby…” she moaned.
“That’s it. Give it to Daddy. Yes… Just like that,” I urged.
I rode her through every twitch and pull of her orgasm, milking every drop from her body.
“Fuck, I love your pussy. Now let me ruin it so you can catch this nut, baby, aight?” I said.
“My God… Fuck,” she moaned, voice trembling.
With a hungry look, I gripped her hips and pulled her down, forcing her to take me deeper. Her breath hitched as I slammed into her, each thrust harder than the last. Her arms trembled as she clung to me, her body jerking with every powerful stroke. I watched, completely mesmerized—her thighs shaking, chest heaving, moans spilling in breathless, broken gasps. She was losing herself in me, and it fueled the fire roaring inside me. My load was ready to burst. I crashed my mouth onto hers, stealing her breath.
Then, as I teetered on the edge of release, I set her back on her feet. I grabbed my Glock from my jeans and slipped it into her hand, guiding her to face his ex.
“Now point that gun at this motherfucker’s head and make him open his fucking mouth,” I ordered.
Lex’s eyes widened, fear flooding his face.
“Fuck, Lena. Don’t do it,” he pleaded.
“Open your fucking mouth, Lex. Or that head’s gonna blow,” she threatened, gun steady.
