Chapter 12
Chapter Twelve
Nolan Hendrix
I didn’t like knowing some man had made my babies feel unsafe, touched them, hurt them, made them cry.
Lex Carter wasn’t about to slide with the shit he did.
It had been a week since he crossed the damn line with Lena and Marisa, and I was still tight about it.
He was gonna pay. And I chose the hardest, cruelest way to make that happen—starting with the tears he made her cry nine years ago when that sorry bastard fucked another bitch in their bed while Lena was pregnant with his child.
I wasn’t mad that he lost her. That’s what his dumb ass deserved. But I needed him to understand that every single tear she dropped for him? That shit came with interest. Eye for an eye. Pain for pain. He had no idea what I had prepared.
“Oh fuck…” the girl moaned, voice trembling as Silas fucked her deep.
She was strapped to the bed, face to the door, ass up, moaning while my brother wrecked her from behind. Nasty and raw. Just how I needed it to be.
Silas was always down to help when the plan required dicking a chick down. Standing 6’3”, with deep chocolate skin, muscles forged by the army, and a jawline sharp enough to cut glass, he was every woman’s fantasy. Except mine of course! I’m Lena’s fantasy!
I’d introduced Lena to him two days ago and laid out our plan for her ex. I expected her to push back, to talk me down, but she didn’t. She was with it. Fully . Even wanted to be there.
Didn’t take long before the door flew open. Lex Carter stood in the doorway, frozen. His eyes locked on the scene in front of him, confusion turning to rage. He’d already gotten a sneak peek earlier when he received the video on his phone.
“WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS? ANGELA!!” he screamed, chest heaving, hurt twisting his face.
His wife was taking my brother’s dick like she paid for it, while Lena and I were enjoying the private show. It was brutal, unfiltered, and fucking perfect.
“Ayii… Papi… Lex… this is sooo good,” Angela moaned, biting her lip while Silas gripped her hips and drilled into her.
“Yes…” Silas grunted. “Give me that pussy. Throw it back for me… just like that.”
Lex looked like his soul left his damn body. He tried to rush to the bed, but I stopped him.
“If I were you,” I said, calm as ever, “I wouldn’t move a damn inch. See that circle you’re standing in? Step outside of it, and that cute little device up there? It’ll light your ass up. Lethal. Stay where you are and watch your wife get real dick in your own bed.”
Silas flashed a grin. He loved this part—watching the fear crawl across a man’s face.
Before founding his own private ops company, he was a special agent.
Dealt with the type of men who made bodies disappear for fun.
So rigging Lex’s house, installing motion-sensitive lasers, hijacking the whole system? Light work. Vacation, even.
When Lex finally noticed Lena and me his eyes were glossy, confused, wrecked.
“Lena… what is this? What’s all this for?”
She didn’t blink.
“How does it feel?” Lena asked, staring straight into his soul. “Seeing your wife fucked right in front of you? Gonna forgive her? Keep your marriage alive?”
“Fuck! Why?! Angela! WHY?! IN OUR BED?! WHO IS THIS MAN?!”
“If you’re that mad,” Angela snapped, “come get me. Jump on this bed and drag me off, bastard. You think I didn’t know about you cheating?” she spat. “You think I ain’t hear you call me Lena every time we fucked for the last nine years? I’m tired. I’m done. I’m divorcing your sorry ass.”
Silas started fucking her faster.
“Sí papacito… ayyyy, me gusta mucho,” she moaned.
He leaned into her ear, low and lethal. “Tell your ex-husband you’re taking every dollar he’s ever made.
I already emptied his accounts. Tell him he moves, he dies.
When I’m done fucking you, you’ll have the remote.
Push the button if you want him gone. Nobody’ll come looking.
I’ll make it look like he went hiking and died in the mountains. Now tell him, mamacita.”
Angela’s voice was steel. “You heard him. One move, and you’re dead, Lex. I don’t care.”
Lex dropped to his knees, broken.
“Damn… don’t cry like a bitch now,” I said. “When you threatened my girls, you didn’t shed a tear. So suck it up. Be a man for once.”
“Fuck you, Nolan!” he spat. “Lena… Lena… I’ve always loved you! I made one mistake!”
“No,” she snapped. “You made the mistake of thinking I’d ever forgive you. And you touched my daughter. So now? You take the punishment from her real daddy.”
I fucking loved her more for that.
One week of waking up next to Lena, making love to her, tasting her, claiming her, it was everything. I was gonna marry her in days, no matter how much she laughed when I said it. I wasn’t bluffing. I was obsessed. Addicted. I wanted a ring on her finger and a baby in her womb.
I leaned close to Lena’s ear, loud enough for Lex to hear.
“How would it feel if I fucked the woman you’re still craving right in front of you?” I whispered.
Lena didn’t flinch. Just smiled and locked eyes with him.
“It would kill him. And I can’t wait to see how it will burn him alive.”
Then she turned and kissed me deep, tongue dancing, lips hungry. I kissed her back, dick swelling instantly. Her hand slipped down, felt me through my pants, and her lips curved into a sinful smile.
She pushed me down on the little sofa and dropped to her knees.
Her hands worked fast, freeing my thick, pulsing dick. She took a deep breath like she was about to pray. Then looked me in the eyes.
“Cum in my mouth, daddy.”
I groaned. Deep . My dick twitched.
She swallowed me whole, warm, wet, fucking divine. Her mouth worked me slow at first, then faster, her tongue flicking the tip before dragging down the shaft. Her other hand cupped my balls, rolling them gently, like she worshiped every inch of me.
“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 you think ?” 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.
“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.
I took my dick in hand and began stroking it, eyes locked on Lex. “You heard her. Open your mouth!”
As he hesitated, Silas strode forward, gun in hand, dick on display.
“Open up, nigga. You wanna stay alive, open that shit,” Silas growled.
Realizing his life hung in the balance, Lex forced his mouth open. A malicious grin spread across my face as I emptied my seed on his face and into his mouth. Silas did the same, making him taste our cum after we’d fucked the two women he’d betrayed.
“Now be a good boy and swallow that motherfucker. And next time you think about fucking with what’s mine, remember you ate my shit! Don’t touch my wife or my baby girl ever again, aight?” I spat, slapping his cheek.
I watched him swallow us, a wicked smirk on my lips, before kissing my baby once more.
“Now let’s go somewhere his sad-ass won’t see me making you cum again, baby.”
“Yes, Professor Hendrix…”
Then we left.
Silas stayed behind to keep fucking that bitch all night. I was happy Lex lost everything—his pride, his life, his wife. And after what I did to him, he’d think twice before fucking with what’s mine.