CHAPTER 95

  Olivia's POV

  Christopher's hands gripped my ass firmly as he carried me to the couch, his cock still deeply embedded inside me. The friction made me gasp with every step, my fingernails digging into his shoulders. He lowered himself onto the couch, settling in with me straddling him.

  "You're going to ride me now," he demanded.

  "Yes, Daddy," I purred, unable to resist the delicious tension in my core.

  My hands slid to his chest, fingers splaying over the firm muscles as I began to move my hips. Slow at first, grinding against him, feeling every inch of his cock stretching and filling me. His hands gripped my waist, guiding me as my rhythm picked up.

  "Good girl," he growled, his eyes blazing with lust.