Chapter 5
Chapter Five
Lena Morrow
The way he talked to me, the way he touched me, took control of my body like it was his… it was insane. Every word he whispered made my legs weak. Every time he looked at me like that, I felt my pussy clench so hard it hurt. My clit throbbed painfully every time I even thought about resisting him.
I still couldn’t believe he finger-fucked me on a damn school bus.
Right there, with my daughter sitting a few seats away.
And now? Now I was about to step off that bus just because he told me to.
Told me to go find a bathroom so he could finish what he started and my body, traitorous and dripping, was obeying like I had no will of my own.
“Mom, where are you going? Are you alright?” Marisa’s voice snapped through my daze, her eyes wide and worried as she saw me stand, shaky and slow, with Mr. Nolan following close behind.
“I’m… umm…” My voice cracked, useless. I was still wrecked from the orgasm he’d pulled out of me like it was nothing. Still feeling the aftershocks pulsing between my thighs.
“She’ll be fine, Mari,” he said, crouching to her level. “Remember what I always tell you?”
She nodded, the worry leaving her little face like he had some magic spell.
“That one day you’ll take care of my mom… and we will both have your name,” she said, innocent and so damn sure.
“Yes, sweetheart. That promise starts today. Do you trust me with taking care of your mom?”
“Yes,” she whispered. “And I can’t wait for you to become my dad, Mr. Nolan.”
My breath caught. My eyes widened. What the fuck was happening? Did I just hear that right? This man had been whispering promises to my daughter? Promises about becoming her dad? Changing her name?
“What did you say to my baby?” I asked, stunned.
He gave her a soft kiss on the forehead and stood to face me with that same fucking heat in his eyes.
“Don’t look at me like you didn’t hear what I said to our daughter.”
Our daughter?!
My chest coiled tight and in that moment my pussy throbbed so hard I damn near stumbled.
The way he spoke, so possessive and raw and certain, ignited a deep heat that burned straight through me.
I should have been scared, because what he said was fucking crazy, but the roar of my body drowned out every trace of fear.
“I told you I don’t like to repeat myself. I like when students focus, listen, and learn fast, Miss Morrow.”
Then he leaned in, lips at my ear, voice thick and slow.
“Now hurry the fuck out so I can fuck that pussy that’s been begging to be filled.”
Then he turned, gave a few instructions to the driver and volunteers like everything was normal, like the world wasn’t spinning off its axis, and walked off the bus.
I stood there, frozen. My feet refused to move, but my pussy clenched around nothing, wet and throbbing from just his voice. My chest rose and fell fast. I couldn’t think straight. Couldn’t breathe .
And then my feet moved but I wasn’t the one controlling them.
What the fuck is he doing to me?
The second the door clicked shut behind him, the world shifted.
We stood there, just the two of us, caught in that tight silence that hums with danger and heat. Our eyes locked—and in his, I saw it. That raw, carnal hunger he didn’t bother to hide. Like he’d waited long enough. Like he already knew what was his.
His chest rose once, then slowly, he stepped forward.
His hands came up, arms stretching out on either side of me, and then—God—those hands slid down, slow and deliberate, to settle at my waist. The moment his palms made contact with my skin through the thin fabric, I gasped.
His touch was warm. Confident. Possessive.
His fingers pressed in just enough to make me feel the weight of him, the claim in it.
My stomach tightened instantly, a flutter shooting down between my legs.
Then he pulled me to him, all in one motion—strong, firm, like his body was a wall and I belonged up against it. My back hit the door, and he didn’t stop. He pinned me there with the full length of him, chest to chest, thighs pressing mine open just enough to make me lose focus.
And then I felt it.
That thick, hard length straining against me through his clothes—hot, heavy, and unforgiving .
It pulsed against my belly like it already knew where it belonged, like it was just waiting for permission to take what it came for.
His face dropped lower, lips grazing my cheek, and then I felt his mouth at my neck.
He didn’t just kiss me gently. He claimed me—pressed his lips hard to the hollow of my throat like he wanted it burned into my skin. Then he dragged his tongue along the curve under my jaw, slow and wet, marking me without shame. My knees damn near gave out.
“I’ve been dying to kiss you, gorgeous,” he said, voice so deep it vibrated through my skin while his hands gripped my waist like I was the only thing anchoring him to the moment.
“Hmmmm…” I whimpered.
“You know how long I’ve been wanting to kiss those lips and fuck you stupid, Miss Morrow?” he asked, his lips brushing mine with every word.
“No…” I whispered, but my voice didn’t sound like mine. It was breathy, wrecked, needy.
“Since the first fucking day my eyes landed on you. And even more when I saw you the first day of school, walking in with that tight little dress, every curve screaming for my hands. Since your eyes landed on me with that fuck-me look that kept me up all night. It took every ounce of control I had not to bend you over your car and make your baby daddy watch me claim you. I wanted to let him know you’re mine.
That I’m gonna give you my name, and that Marisa is my baby girl.
I’ve fucking craved you since the first second I saw you. ”
His voice was raw. Possessive. Like he’d been holding back a hunger that burned him alive. And now it was spilling out. All of it. Every filthy, obsessive thought. And my pussy was soaking through my panties like it wanted to feed that fire.
“Mr. Nolan…”
He leaned down and tugged my earlobe between his teeth. “I’m gonna eat this pussy, then fuck it senseless. And the second my dick slides inside those sweet, tight walls, you’re fucking mine. Body and soul. You hear me?”
My breath hitched and my entire body trembled. My nipples tightened, my pussy clenched, my thighs twitched—and I hadn’t even been touched yet!
Then he kissed me.
His teeth latched onto my lower lip first, so hard I tasted the promise of more as he slid to my upper lip with a fierce hunger that stole my breath.
He paused, savoring my startled gasp, before tilting my head and nudging his tongue against my teeth with that silent question.
When I opened for him, his tongue plunged into my mouth and our tongues tangled in a heated dance, surfing each other’s slick heat with a raw, desperate need.
Every thrust of his tongue felt like a claim stamped on my body, his pulse hammering under my cheek as he explored every curve of my mouth.
I kissed him back with everything I had, my arms wrapping around his neck to drag him impossibly closer, as if I could melt into him and never surface again. Knees trembling, senses blurring, nothing existed beyond that fierce, overflowing taste of him and the fire roaring through my core.
His hands slid down, cupping my ass, squeezing, pulling me into his rock-hard dick and grinding against me like we were already fucking through our layers of clothes.
He tasted like dominance and sin. Like every bad decision I was dying to make again and again. There was no going back. Not now. Not when every part of me was screaming his name inside.
Professor Hendrix was about to fuck me like I’d never been fucked in my life. And I was ready to lose every piece of myself to that man.
He dropped down and lifted me in one swift motion, like I weighed nothing, like I belonged right there in his arms. My dress clung to my skin, sticking to every curve as he set me on the counter, legs spread wide, panties ruined.
His eyes darkened like a storm cloud about to break, then he dropped between my thighs.
He gripped my knees, forced them to open wider, and pushed my dress up. His thumb slid under my thong, then yanked it down my legs in one fluid motion. The second my pussy was fully exposed, he let out a deep growl from his chest—like it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.
“Been dying to taste this pussy, Miss Morrow,” he muttered, voice rough, eyes locked on my wetness like it was calling his name.
He breathed me in like my scent alone was enough to wreck him. Then his tongue came out—slow at first, deliberate, dragging up my slit like he was memorizing the flavor of my soul. I gasped, my body twitching as my head fell back.
“Fuck…” I moaned, every nerve ending alive and screaming.
“Hmmm, just as sweet as I imagined,” he murmured, lips brushing my clit, tongue circling with slow, evil precision.
He licked me again, rougher now, then sucked me into his mouth like he needed to feed.
My whole body jerked. My thighs clamped around his head.
My clit throbbed like it had a heartbeat of its own.
He groaned, deep and low, sending the vibration straight through my pussy and up my spine. “You like that, huh? Say it,” he rasped, pulling back just enough to make me cry.
“Yes… Yes, Professor Hendrix,” I choked out.
“Mmm, I fuckin’ love how that sounds coming outta your mouth.” He spoke without missing a beat. His tongue was back on me, lapping every drop, dipping deep, dragging through my folds, teasing my clit until I couldn’t hold still.
Tears burned behind my eyes. My pussy clenched and pulsed, dripping all over his face. And still, he didn’t stop. He ate like a man starved—like he hadn’t tasted anything in years and my body was the only thing he’d ever wanted.
“I don’t wanna go a single damn day without eating this pussy,” he groaned. “You gonna give it to me whenever I ask, baby?”
“Yes… Oh my God, yes!” I cried, my voice breaking as the orgasm built.
His lips clamped down on my clit, sucking hard, his tongue flicking faster than a damn heartbeat. I exploded as I screamed his name. My pussy clenched so hard around nothing that I damn near passed out.
“Nolan!” I wailed, as the orgasm shattered through me.
He didn’t move. Just stayed there, licking and sucking, drinking every last drop of my cum like it was a damn reward.
Then he stood.
His lips met mine, wet and warm, and I tasted myself on his tongue. I moaned into his mouth, dizzy and gone.
His hand undid his belt and then I saw it. That thick, massive dick sprang free. My breath caught and my eyes widened.
“Now tell me, that dick you wrote about in that little story, was it like this?”
“N-no…” I stammered, eyes glued to the size of him.
“Then how the fuck you writing scenes you never experienced?” he asked, voice calm but full of heat. “I’m about to make sure your next story comes straight from your pussy’s memory. When you sit down to write, I want every word soaked in what I’m about to make you feel.”
“Mr. Nolan,” I moaned.
He stepped between my legs, his dick pulsing, ready to ruin me and I knew I wasn’t ready. I also knew I wasn’t gonna stop him.
Just as he was about to slide into my soaking pussy, the door flew open.
“What the hell are you doing?! I’m gonna report you,” snapped a voice laced with fury.