Georgia’s POV
I was still gasping for air, my chest heaving like I’d just run miles, when Nick suddenly flipped onto all fours. My body was weak, trembling from the waves of release he’d already wrung out of —I’d lost count of how many tis he made squirt.
Before I could even catch my breath, I felt him—thick, hard, relentless—sliding back inside .
"Ahh—Nick!" I tried to push him away, but he caught both of my wrists easily, pinning them behind my back. His strength dwarfed mine, leaving helpless beneath him.
"What do you think you’re trying to do, huh?" he growled low in my ear, his voice filled with dark amusent, before his teeth grazed and nipped at my earlobe.
"N–Nick, w–wait... I—I think I’m gonna faint..." My mind was hazy, my body burning, legs trembling so hard I thought they might give out.
He only chuckled, his breath hot against my skin. "Don’t worry, baby. If you faint, I’ll catch you."
"That’s not—ahhh—what I ant!" I tried to argue, but my words broke into a moan as he drove himself deep inside again, ruthless and unyielding.
Bound by his grip, all I could do was take it—moan for him, break for him, feel every rciless thrust setting my body on fire. Pleasure tore through like a storm, leaving powerless in his hold, lost in the way he owned completely.
While one of his hands pinned my arms firmly behind , the other wandered freely over my body, claiming every inch of . His palm cupped my breast, squeezing, kneading, teasing them one at a ti with deliciously cruel patience before sliding down to rub my clit again. The sensation made my whole body jolt.
"When I touch you here," he murmured against my ear, his voice rough with desire, "you lose control. Your moans get wild, your pussy clutches so tight it makes want to fill you again and again."
"Nick... s-slow down... you’re driving insane," I panted, barely able to keep my words steady as pleasure consud .
He groaned, thrusting deeper. "And so am I, Georgia. Everything about you makes crazy. You’re my addiction... my obsession." His fingers pressed harder, rubbing faster until my body arched violently.
My walls squeezed around him, every stroke of his cock hitting that perfect spot until I couldn’t hold it in. "F–fuck, I’m coming!" I scread as the pressure snapped, my release exploding through , my body milking him with every wave.
"Baby..." he groaned as he buried himself deep, his warmth flooding , so much that it spilled out when he finally pulled free. My body collapsed against the sheets, trembling and spent, too weak to care about the stickiness dripping between my thighs.
Then sothing cool grazed my skin. I shivered and turned my head, only to find Nick carefully wiping clean with a damp towel, his touch unexpectedly tender after the storm he just unleashed.
I don’t know how long I’d been out, but when I finally stirred, I realized sothing strange—my body felt clean, refreshed. There was no sticky ss clinging to my skin anymore. Even the sheets beneath had been changed.
How the hell did he manage that without noticing? Did I actually faint?
Before I could gather my thoughts, I felt the warmth of his breath ghosting over the back of my neck. Then ca the slow, deliberate press of his lips on my nape, trailing kisses that made my skin prickle with heat.
His arm slid beneath , his hand finding my breast, kneading and pulling at it before rolling my nipple between his fingers until it ached. His other hand wandered lower, brushing over my swollen folds—again!!!
"Are you awake now, baby?" he murmured, his voice husky and dangerous in my ear.
I kept my eyes closed, too tired to fight him. "What ti is it?" I managed to ask.
"Almost eleven..." He nipped at my skin, fingers slipping more insistently between my thighs. "We can still go for one more round."
My eyes snapped open wide. "What?! Nick—we already did it so many tis!"
He chuckled low in his throat, the sound wicked and amused. "You ca so many tis, Georgia. I only ca once. I want at least one more—it’s only fair."
"Fair?! At least one more?!" I hissed, glaring at him. "It’s your fault I ca too much! I’m exhausted, Nick. This is all your fault!"
But instead of listening, he pressed two fingers deep inside . My traitorous body clenched around him instantly, and a desperate moan tore from my throat before I could stop it.
His lips brushed my ear, his breath hot. "Your mouth says no, baby, but your pussy..." He pushed his fingers deeper, curling them just right until I gasped. "...your pussy says otherwise."
"You’re dripping for , baby. Your pussy is practically begging to co inside. It’d be cruel to ignore such a sweet invitation... It will beco sad if I don’t go in..." Nick whispered against my neck, his tongue tracing slow, maddening circles over my skin.
I shivered, biting my lip. "Invitation? What the hell is that supposed to an? And how would you even know if it’s... sad?" My curiosity slipped out, even though my voice trembled with need.
He chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating against my throat. "Because when the owner of this greedy pussy doesn’t get enough, she gets cranky. Just like you are right now. And that only ans one thing—you need more fucking."
My jaw dropped. "What?! I do not—ahh!"
The protest ripped into a scream as he hooked my leg over his arm and slamd into in one smooth, brutal thrust.
"Do not what, Georgia?" His voice was ragged with desire, his hips moving hard and fast. "Because your pussy is soaking wet, clutching so tight my cock slid right in smoothly like it was made for you. God, you feel fucking delicious."
My body betrayed completely. Every thrust scattered my thoughts, every stroke made scream louder, as if he was fucking the very breath out of . There was no tomorrow in his rhythm, only the relentless claiming of my body and the wild, reckless pleasure that swallowed whole.
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