Page 71 of Hired By My Rich Baby Daddy 3

I was horny, and I was no longer with Carl. I had wanted to sleep with Princeton for the longest, but I kept trying to put up a wall between us.

Now, I knew his BM was no longer living in his house, and he was preparing to fight for custody of Summer.

I couldn’t even lie. That had low-key turned me on.

It showed me that he was taking charge and doing what needed to be done. Most importantly, it showed me that he was keeping his word.

PB stood from the chair and walked toward me.

His eyes were low as he watched me. The office suddenly felt hotter, and I could feel those shots kicking in.

I leaned over my desk.

He stepped behind me and pulled my panties all the way down. I slowly stepped out of them before kicking them to the side.

Princeton reached into the pocket of his pants and pulled out a condom. Then, he lowered his pants and boxers.

I looked over my shoulder at him, biting down on my bottom lip as he slowly rolled the condom on. We maintained eye contact the entire time.

He surprised me when he bent down behind me and spread my cheeks.

“Oh, shit,” I moaned, gripping the edge of the desk.

My back was arched as he ate the fuck outta my pussy from the back. He was… skilled. Ten outta muthafuckin’ ten! He was flicking his tongue so fast on my pearl that I had to look back and make sure he hadn’t snuck and pulled out a rose toy.

Then, he inserted two fingers, and they sent me over the edge. It didn’t take me long to cum when the head was that good, but just as I was on the verge, he stopped and stood up.

He smacked my ass so hard that the sound echoed throughout my office.

He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back with one hand. With the other, he guided himself inside me.

It took him a couple of tries because I tensed up.

“Nah, don’t run from this dick now,” he said.

He began moving slowly, sliding in and out until I relaxed enough for him to fully fill me.

A deep groan left him as he released my hair and placed both hands against my hips.

His slow thrusts turned into long, deep strokes.

“Mmmm,” I moaned.

“Shit, Nourah… you wet as fuck,” he groaned. “After this…you mine.”

He smacked my ass again before gripping my hips tighter. I started throwing it back against him, meeting each one of his thrusts.

The wet, macaroni sounds filled the office while our moans grew louder. Things fell from my desk and crashed onto the floor, but neither one of us cared enough to stop.

“Shiiit, PB! Oh, my God!”

He kept going, and maybe five minutes later, I felt the pressure building.

My stomach tightened as he continued fucking me.

“Harder,” I moaned, squeezing my eyes shut. “Mmm, PB, please. Don’t stop. I’m about to…”

I gasped.