Chapter 11
Chapter Eleven
Lena Morrow
I told him I was ready for him, because that’s how I felt.
Ready to take everything he wanted to give me.
When he said he wanted to make love to me, my heart raced in my chest. It was intense, overwhelming, but so real.
And I knew I wanted it. I wanted a man like him to love me with his words, his body, and every damn part of his soul.
Nolan kissed me with so much tenderness, I melted into his arms like honey on warm skin.
His lips teased mine, dancing over them, upper lip then lower, slow and addictive; before his tongue slid into my mouth, deep and confident, curling around mine like he already owned me.
I gasped, moaning softly into him, my breath hitching when his firm palms cupped my breasts.
He massaged them gently, then firmer, thumbs brushing over my nipples until they pebbled.
When he pinched the tips, a shock ran straight through me. ..
“Hmmm… Professor Hendrix,” I moaned, breathless.
Nolan pulled back just a little, his eyes locking on mine with heat and emotion so strong it left me dizzy. I saw everything in his gaze—lust, need, and something deeper. Love . It was all there, flooding his pupils.
“No, not that this time,” he whispered, voice soft and tender. “Don’t call me that. No ‘Professor,’ no ‘Mr.’ Just Nolan… your Nolan.”
His tenderness shattered me. My heart ached with how full it felt. I reached up, cupped his cheek in my palm, and pulled him back to me.
“Make love to me, Nolan… my Nolan.”
He smiled, lips brushing mine again in a kiss that was torturously slow and achingly sweet.
His touch on my skin was deep, dragging, worshipping.
Every caress sent chills through me, made me ache for more, like he was giving me everything but still holding back just enough to make me crave him harder.
His mouth slid down to my neck. When I felt his wet tongue glide over my skin, a moan escaped me—loud, helpless. I wasn’t even fully touched yet, and I was already on the edge of paradise.
“You’re so beautiful, baby,” he whispered between kisses, hands trailing lower. “And your smell drives me fucking crazy.”
“Nolan…” I whimpered.
“Yes, mama… You like it when I touch you like this?”
“Yes… I love it, daddy,” I said, not even thinking.
He paused. His dick already pressed against me hardened even more.
“You trying to drive a nigga insane? Say that again and I’m gon’ get you pregnant tonight.”
He went back to work, kissing every inch of my body, his mouth trailing from my collarbone down the valley of my chest, then lower.
He stopped at my breasts, giving them his full attention.
He sucked one deep into his mouth, swirling his tongue around my nipple before lightly grazing it with his teeth.
His other hand massaged the other, fingers rolling and tugging at the tip.
“Shit… Nolan… hmmm.”
“Yeah, baby… I’m gon’ eat your other titty too. Don’t want her jealous, right?”
“Yes… baby,” I moaned, already shaking.
He alternated between them, licking, sucking, cupping them in his hands like he was on a mission to make me lose my mind.
When he pinched, sucked, and bit me all at once, I screamed.
My clit was throbbing, pussy soaking wet, my body trembling from the aftershock of an orgasm he gave me with nothing but my nipples.
“Fuck… it’s so good, daddy. What did you just do to me?”
“I just gave you a nipple orgasm, baby,” he said, lips kissing down to my belly.
“It was so good,” I said, voice shaking. “But now… my clit’s aching. It hurts.”
“Hmmm,” he groaned. “Let me take care of it.”
He moved down between my thighs. In one smooth motion, he spread my legs wide and buried his face between them.
His warm breath hit my already dripping pussy, making me arch my back.
He kissed the insides of my thighs, biting softly, teeth grazing my skin until I was trembling.
Then his tongue slid between my folds and found my clit.
He sucked it—hard—then moaned against me, covering my whole pussy with his mouth.
“Oh my God…” I cried out, louder than before.
“Hmmm, this pussy so sweet, baby. You taste like fucking heaven,” he hummed, vibrating against me. Then he feasted, tongue deep, mouth greedy. He licked, sucked, and groaned while his fingers slipped inside, curling up to stroke that sensitive spot that made my eyes roll back.
He fucked me with his fingers while his lips sucked my clit like it was the only thing keeping him alive.
And I was gone. Completely fucking gone.
I could not take it anymore, this was so intense I started to move away from his mouth.
My body was twitching, nerves on fire, and every flick of his tongue made it harder to breathe.
I felt like I was about to explode, the pressure unbearable.
But Nolan wasn’t letting up. He grabbed my hips firmly, grounding me in place as he buried his face deeper into my pussy.
His mouth was relentless, tongue-fucking me with so much precision it felt like he was spelling his name inside me, over and over.
My legs were shaking, my toes curling, and then it hit me—I released.
My juices flooded his mouth, and I cried out from the force of the orgasm that ripped through my body like a fucking storm.
“Yes… That’s it mama. Give everything to daddy…
Hmmm,” he moaned, his voice thick with hunger as he drank me over, licking each drop like it was holy water.
His tongue swept every inch of my pussy, greedy for more, not leaving a trace of my release behind.
He pulled away only when he was sure there was nothing left, his lips glistening with the proof of what he’d done.
Then he sat up, eyes locked on mine, and slowly pulled off his boxers. His thick dick sprang free, hard, veiny, and desperate to be inside me. Before leaning back in, he pulled his phone from his jeans pocket and flipped it around so I could see his medical clearances.
“I’m clean, baby. I told you I’m never wrapping this dick again. I’m gonna fuck you raw,” he rasped, pressing a low kiss to my neck.
I fumbled for my phone on the nightstand—his lips still brushing my neck, making it hell to reach—before yanking it free and flipping it around to show my own test results. When he saw I was clean too, he let out a low groan in my ear.
“You on birth control?” he murmured, grazing my skin.
I moaned deep. “Yeah… I take the pill.”
“Fuck the pills, Lena. I want a baby,” he growled, lining himself up with my soaking wet pussy before claiming my lips.
He entered me, deep, slow, claiming. Our eyes stayed locked as he pushed in, stretching me open with his hard length, inch by inch, like he wanted me to feel every damn part of him settling inside me.
“Daddy…” I moaned, voice catching, that first stroke punching the air out of my lungs. I felt full, stretched, whole, like I was being reborn with his dick buried in me.
“Yes mama… You good?” he whispered, brushing my hair back, his forehead resting against mine.
“Yes… Make love to me… Please,” I begged, voice trembling with need.
He started to move—slow strokes, deep and deliberate. It was fucking torture, the way he took his time, dragging his dick through every inch of my walls. I loved it. I hated it. I needed more.
“Baby… Please,” I cried, wrapping my legs around his hips, my heels digging into his back, hands grabbing his ass, trying to force him to move faster.
But he wasn’t having it. He grabbed my wrists, pinned them above my head, and gave me another long, deep stroke that made me sob.
“Nah… I’m not going faster yet. When you wrote that line ‘ I’m gonna fuck you so slow your legs forget how to walk ,’ you didn’t know what it felt like.
You need to feel each slow stroke like this, Lena.
Yes… Open those legs further and take your dick, slowly until frustration and pleasure break you down.
And then I’ll put you back together, aight? ”
“Baby, please, I can’t take it anymore…” I whimpered, my legs already trembling, body stretched to its limit.
He kept pushing me to the edge, fucking me slow but deep, grinding his dick into my soaked pussy like he was testing how much I could take.
He knew exactly what he was doing—drawing out every gasp, every moan, until I was trembling, eyes glassy, so close to breaking I could barely breathe.
Then he got on his knees, gripped my thighs, spread them wider, and started going deeper.
His hips rolled, his dick angled up, hitting my spot over and over.
“This what you want, Lena? Huh?” he grunted, voice thick, eyes dark.
He pounded my pussy like he was punishing me, but it wasn’t brutal—it was passionate and raw, that perfect line between fucking and love-making. I could feel every emotion in his strokes.
“You know how much I love this body? You know I can kill for this, mama?”
“Yes… oh God, yes,” I moaned, barely able to form words.
He lifted one of my legs onto his shoulder, thumb pressing into my clit, and started picking up the pace. My body gave in—mind spinning, pleasure blinding me.
“You gonna have my name in the coming days. Lena Hendrix, yes?” he asked while driving into me.
“Yes… daddy… Oh fuck… It’s so good,” I cried out, completely wrecked.
“Hmm… Give me that ass,” he said, flipping me on my stomach. He leaned over me, slid back in, and I screamed when he filled me again.
Both his hands gripped my neck, pulling me back to kiss and bite while his hips slammed into mine. The sound of skin slapping skin echoed through the room, my voice rising louder with each stroke.
“Oh my fucking God… Oh fuck, this is so good… baby.”
“Yes baby… Take your man’s dick… I’m gonna fill this pussy with my kids. Are you gonna give me more babies, Lena?”
“Yes… All you want… All you want… I wanna cum, daddy.”
“Hmmm… Cum anytime you feel that shit, aight? Coat my dick and I’ma keep stroking in this pussy.”
I came again , body convulsing, juices soaking him. He pulled out, dropped down, and licked me clean, tongue nasty, greedy, and unrelenting. Then he spit on my asshole, spread my cheeks, and started licking that too.
“Fuuuuuck…” I cried, trembling. “Baby, the girls are gonna hear me…”
“This bedroom is soundproof, baby,” he said. “You can scream all you want. Can I fuck your ass, ma?” he asked.
“Mmmh, baby… this whole body’s yours. Every hole. Use me how you want, fuck me how you need.
“That’s right, baby. This shit’s mine. I’m bout to fuck you like you ain’t never getting up again. Don’t you dare run when I give you what you been begging’ for. I’ma stretch every hole till your body can’t function without this dick.
And he did. He spread me and eased a finger into my asshole first, teasing and sucking me at the same time—getting me ready for what was coming next.
Then he added a second finger, and I felt my hole stretch, pain and pleasure twisting together so deep I couldn’t tell which one I craved more.
Then he lined up… and pushed into my tightest hole.
I screamed, tears leaking from my eyes—'cause yeah, it hurt. But fuck, it was good too.
“You gonna be ok, aight? The pain will stop and you’re gonna take this dick here, just like the big girl you are,” he whispered, spitting again to ease his way in.
A few strokes in, the pain melted into pleasure. He gripped my ass and started fucking me like he owned me, hips snapping forward, body slamming against mine. My ass jiggled with every thrust.
He slapped my clit with his dick, made me cum again, then scooped my juices back to my ass. I was shaking, mind gone, body wrecked.
“Hmmmm fuck… God, I can’t…” I sobbed, breaking apart again.
“Yes you can… Come here,” he said, pulling me off the bed.
He grabbed my MacBook from the nightstand and turned to me. “Open your book. This man Zaysh you been writing, I want you to read me what he’s doing.” He said still stroking his hard dick with his hand.
“What?” I asked, shocked.
He gripped my neck gently and brought me close. “I love making love to you, baby. But right now, I wanna fuck you hard while you read those nasty lines so you can feel what a real dick does to this pussy.”
I opened the file, found a chapter, and started reading:
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.