Chapter 7
Chapter Seven
Lena Morrow
He lined his big, rock-hard dick up at my pussy entrance, then pushed in with one deep, powerful stroke, stretching my pussy wide and burying himself deep inside.
"Fuck! This shit is so big," I screamed, voice choked, breath catching in my throat as the burn and pleasure fused together.
He paused for a second, letting my body adjust to the invasion, to the pressure of being split wide open. I gripped onto him harder like I never wanted to let go, my chest heaving as I breathed in and out, whispering to myself that I could take it, that I could handle this dick.
“You can handle it, right?” he asked, his voice suddenly soft, almost tender.
“Fuck yes! I’m a big girl. I can take it Professor Hendrix.”
He groaned into my ear, his breath warm and his grip unrelenting, then began to move, slow at first, then harder.
“That’s what I wanna hear, baby. Be a big girl and take all this dick,” he said, slamming into me, making me cry out as pleasure punched through my core. He was buried balls deep in my pussy, and my walls gripped him like a vice, pulsing hot, wet, greedy.
He pulled out almost all the way, then drove back in again, deeper, stronger, more demanding.
Each thrust wrecked me more than the last, each stroke claiming a part of me I didn’t know I had.
My head fell forward against his shoulder and I bit down on the muscle there, trying to stay grounded as the heat spread through me like wildfire.
My fingers slid under his T-shirt, clawing at the flawless skin of his back, leaving red trails, desperate to feel more of him, to mark him as mine while he ruined my pussy like he was born to do it.
"Shit! So wet. This pussy is fucking wet, Miss Morrow. You know how many times I’ve dreamed of fucking you like this?" he whispered, voice hoarse, dick buried to the base inside me.
"Shit... Yes… fuck me, Professor," I barely managed, drowning in the thick waves of pleasure.
“I’ve been dying to get my dick inside these tight little walls for so long, baby. And now that I got it, know this—this pussy’s mine . And it’s gonna stay filled with my dick every damn day. You hear me? You gonna give it to me no matter when or where.”
“Yes… yes… I’m gonna give it to you, Professor Hendrix,” I moaned, clawing at him, needing more.
“Humm… yes… You my big girl,” he growled, then picked up the pace.
His dick slid in and out of me, slick and wet and hard. I moaned louder, gasped and screamed as he pounded into me like he couldn’t get deep enough.
He gripped my hips tighter and slammed into me again and again, rough, relentless, perfect .
He fucked me like a man possessed, like he was trying to fuse our bodies into one.
Every time he hit that spot, that sweet dangerous spot, a violent pleasure tore through me like a scream I couldn’t hold in.
“You are so nasty,” came a bitter voice, slicing through the moans.
My eyes snapped open and I remembered—Mrs. Porter’s old bitter ass was still here, still watching, still drooling over what she’d never have.
And yeah—this shit was nasty. I was getting fucked stupid in a public bathroom, by my daughter’s teacher, while a desperate parent watched. The sheer wrongness of it sent a pulse through me that only made me wetter.
I locked eyes with her while grinding my hips around Nolan’s thick dick as he delivered punishing strokes that had my eyes rolling back.
“Yes… yes, Professor Hendrix… Fuck me, Professor Hendrix… Don’t stop…”
“Shit, you tryna make me nut faster?” he growled against my neck, biting down. “You smell so fuckin’ good, your pussy’s so fucking tight and hot. This shit is mine, you hear me? I’ma fuck this pussy every damn day. I’ma give you my kids.”
That sent me over.
I screamed his name, desire breaking me open. He picked me up from the counter and pinned me against the wall like I weighed nothing, never missing a stroke. He brought his hand up to grip my throat, firm but never cruel. I gasped as he started dicking me down harder and faster.
His other hand clutched my ass cheek, spreading me wide open, making room for all that thickness. His eyes locked on mine and I swear I saw the future in them—filthy, raw, permanent.
He fucked me like he wanted to erase every man who came before him.
“Just like that,” he growled. “Take your fucking dick, Lena. You gonna toss it away again? You gonna act like you don’t want it?”
“No… It’s mine!” I screamed, gripping his shoulders, clinging to him like I’d fall apart without him.
“Yes, it’s fucking yours , baby. Take it all and cum for Professor Hendrix.”
My pussy got wetter with every fucking thrust. Each stroke felt like fire being poured through my chest, crashing into my gut, exploding in every nerve ending like I was being lit from the inside out.
I screamed, he growled, and that only made him go even faster.
He fucked me deep, hard, like he was digging his way into my soul with that big dick.
“Now hold onto me, baby,” he said through clenched teeth, voice thick with need, “I’ma be real rough so I can get this nut and make you cum. We gotta go back to our daughter, aight?”
“Yes… Mr. Nolan…” I answered with my voice cracked, drowning in lust and disbelief.
“Fuck… I like when you say ‘ Professor Hendrix ,’ but I also fuckin’ love when ‘ Mr. Nolan’ slips outta that nasty little mouth.”
Then he grabbed both of my ass cheeks, hands rough and possessive, while I held on tight around his neck, clutching him like a lifeline.
The next few strokes were rougher. Harder.
There was nothing gentle left. He was pounding into me like I was his damn property.
Pussy creaming, legs shaking, mouth crying out like I was being broken open and put back together with each thrust. I didn’t care who heard me anymore.
He slammed his mouth on mine, swallowing my moans and my screams, tongue fucking my mouth the way his dick fucked my pussy—deep and dirty and full of fire.
“Yes… cream this dick, baby. Coat it with your juices. Hmmmm… Oh yes… I love this, mama,” he groaned against my lips as I came, hard as fuck, my whole body clenching. My walls squeezed his dick and my juices slid out, dripping on his dick, down my thighs, soaking my ass.
Nolan didn’t stop. He kept fucking me through it, dragging the orgasm out of me like he needed it. His voice—deep, filthy, steady—carried me through the intensity.
“Yes… Just like that… You’re doing great takin’ this dick, Lena. You my big girl… I’ma take care of you, baby. I’ma give you everything you want and fuck you good, just like you deserve. You want this, yeah?”
“Yessss, Professor Hendrix…” I cried, trembling.
“Yes, baby. Now take this nut,” he growled, and then I felt him release, spilling into the condom, his whole body trembling against mine.
His breathing was ragged, body flexing with the power of that nut.
We just stood there after, both of us floating, breathless, forgetting everything else for a second.
I’ve never done anything this bold. I just gave myself to a man I barely know. What the fuck am I doing?
He leaned down, his lips brushing mine. “This was so good, baby. But know that this is the first and last time I’m usin’ a condom in this pussy. When we get back from the trip, we doin’ this raw. I’m eatin’ it raw. Fuckin’ it raw. This pussy is mine.”
“Nolan…”
“Yes, mama…”
“I should’ve asked before all this. But… do you have a wife? Kids? I can’t get caught up in some mess. I have a daughter. I can’t play these games.”
He looked me dead in the eyes and that cocky-ass smile stretched across his face.
“Funny you ask that after I just made you cum so damn hard. But yeah, I do. I got a wife and a kid.”
My heart dropped. Gut twisted. Throat closed up like someone socked me.
He had a wife and a kid. I was the side chick. The other woman. The stupid one.
My chest hurt. Eyes filled with tears. How could I be so dumb? I let him inside me. Let him use me like I meant nothing. Like I had no value. And now what? Now I gotta live with this?
But then… he grabbed my face, softly this time. Like he knew exactly what I was thinking.
“And before you start making up crazy shit in that gorgeous head, let me make one thing clear. I’ve always known you’re my wife. And Marisa is my daughter.”
My jaw dropped. My eyes wide. I couldn’t speak.
“I wanted to give you time. I was gon’ wait. But then you sent that nasty-ass email… and that was my green light. So here I am. Taking what belongs to me.”
He leaned in, eyes dark with hunger.
“And as you can see Lena, when I come for you, I come hard. And you ain’t got no choice but to give in. Now come on. Let’s go join our baby. And later I’m putting a ring on that finger and changing your last name. You ready?”
I was speechless.
This man just turned my whole world inside out.
He was insane.
But the kind of insane that scared me and made me wet at the same time.
“You ready, baby?” he asked again, voice low and raw, brushing his lips against mine.
“Yes… Professor Hendrix…”