Page 11 of Yes! Professor Hendrix
And then I felt it.
That thick, hard length straining against me through his clothes—hot, heavy, andunforgiving.
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. Heclaimedme—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 thatfuck-melook 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.
