Page 77 of Hired By My Rich Baby Daddy 3

My entire body shook as I cried out his name. He didn’t stop until I had given him everything and my body slowly relaxed beneath his hands.

When he finally stood, I could barely open my eyes. I felt like I was floating somewhere in La La Land.

His beard was soaking wet.

Ozy looked at me before leaning forward and kissing me. Tasting myself on his tongue was the icing on the cake.

“Come here,” he whispered.

He helped me down from the island, but my legs were so damn wobbly that he had to hold my hand while leading me toward the couch.

Ozy sat down and looked up at me. His dick was standing at attention beneath his sweatpants.

He pushed his sweatpants and boxers down until both rested around his ankles.

“Sit on this dick,” he commanded, his voice low.

I walked toward him, biting my bottom lip. The robe was getting in the way, so I slid it from my shoulders and tossed it aside.

I lifted my nightgown and straddled him.

Reaching between us, I positioned him at my entrance and slowly lowered myself.

“Ssss...” I moaned, pausing as my body adjusted to him.

Ozy watched me intensely. When I finally sat all the way down, we both gasped.

I began rocking back and forth. His hands went to my ass, guiding my movements as I gripped the back of the couch on either side of his head for support.

We found a smooth rhythm together. It wasn’t too fast or too slow. It was just right.

He reached up, pulled one of my breasts free from my nightgown, and wrapped his lips around my nipple.

“Shit.”

My fingers slid behind his head as the pleasure sent me into a frenzy. I was damn near ready to cry from how good everything felt.

You could hear how wet I was beneath us and the pressure building inside me made me feel like I had to pee.

Ozy pulled away from my nipple and pressed his thumb against my clit.

That completely sent me over the edge.

My body jerked as I began squirting, but I kept riding him, rocking my hips harder.

He wrapped both arms around me and pulled my upper body against his chest, holding me in something close to a bear hug. His hips thrust upward to meet every downward motion of mine.

The pleasure became so intense that the tears I had been fighting finally escaped.

“Noree... shit,” he groaned, his voice low and deep against my ear.

I threw my head back, my mouth falling open into an O, but no sound came out.

Several minutes later, another orgasm began building. My stomach tightened, and my thighs started trembling.

“Oh... my... God. Ozy, I’m about to...”

“Look at me,” he demanded.