Page 30 of Yes! Professor Hendrix
“Fuck… yesss, baby. Eat this dick,” I growled, staring into Lex’s broken eyes.
He looked wrecked. Hurt. Ashamed. Pitiful.
Lena sucked harder, deeper, taking me down her throat, gagging on my length while her eyes never left mine. I grabbed her hair, guiding her down harder.
“Yeah… suck my soul out, baby…”
Across the room, Angela was loud as hell.
“Papacito… ayyyy, fuck me!”
Silas worked her through it, and Lena matched that energy—stroking, sucking, licking. I felt my nut creep up.
I grunted, grabbed her head, held it down and came in her mouth. She stayed still until I was done and received every drop.
“Fuck… I love your mouth, baby.”
She stood up mouth full of my seeds, turned to Lex, locked eyes with him, then swallowed—slow. Then she turned back to me and kissed me like I was the air she needed to breathe.
“I want your pussy on my tongue, ma.”
She joined me, sliding her hands under her dress to remove her panties. My mouth watered when she threw her thong in my face. I grabbed it, inhaling her scent before stuffing the panties in my pocket.
Fingers curled around her hips, guiding her body like it was made to fit my hunger. She braced herself against the edge of the sofa, one leg thrown up over my shoulder, spreading those sweet thighs wide and high like a gift meant just for my mouth. The scent of her—warm, wet, fucking addictive—hit before my lips even made contact.
Mouth opened right on the inside of her thigh, dragging slow, teasing kisses that made her skin twitch. Teeth scraped gently, just enough to make her gasp, before the tongue slid up, tasting every inch of that soft, trembling flesh. Her slick dripped down, and that pussy—glossy, swollen, begging—got parted by both thumbs like I was opening a damn treasure chest.
Face buried between her legs, tongue dipping deep, swirling slow, then fast—fuck, she was leaking like a faucet. Sweet, salty, messy. Just how I liked it. I lapped her up like a savage at a feast, nose bumping her clit while the tongue explored every hot fold like it was a damn 5-star buffet. She jerked, hips twitching with every stroke, and that shit only made the mouth work harder.
“Baby, shit… eat your pussy... Nolan… Hmmm...” she said, rolling her hips as I sucked on her hard.
“Fuck yes… Ride my face, baby… Just like that…”
Her moans grew louder as she rode my face, my chin soaked. I devoured her hungrily, exploring every fold. She grabbed my hair roughly, pushing me deeper. The harder she pulled, the more intensely I worked.
“Daddy… I’m about to cum...”
“Aight! Let daddy drink you, baby. I’m fucking thirsty.”
She screamed my name as she came hard on my mouth, and I sucked her through it, swallowing her fucking juice.
Pussy wet and ready for my dick, I slid her onto my lap, legs straddling me, and curled her hands into the back of my neck, locking her gaze on mine like she owned every damn part of me. Then she leaned in, crashing her mouth onto mine as our tongues tangled in a hungry dance. I gripped her hips and tipped her forward, pressing my dick hard against her dripping pussy. With a slow, intoxicating shift, she sank down onto my thick length, swallowing me whole. A guttural groan ripped from my chest as her walls clenched and stretched, opening up to every inch of me.
“I think I love you, Nolan.”
“Oh youthink?” I teased.
She smirked.
“I fucking love you, baby.”
“You better, mama, ’cause this nigga fucking loves you too. Now come fuck me, baby.”
She started moving her hips on me, my dick rubbing against her inner walls. Her hips followed a slow, sensual rhythm, rising and falling on my dick in a motion so fucking intoxicating it scrambled my thoughts. I groaned, deep and rough. She rose, twisted, sank back down, riding me with pure, reckless abandon, fucking me so good I felt my soul slipping free.
“Fuck yes… Hmmm… This pussy feels so fucking good, mama. Fuck me harder,” I groaned.
She rolled her hips beneath me, throwing in a wicked hip roll that ripped a guttural moan from the back of my throat.
