Georgia’s POV
Hearing Nick beg like that made sothing wild stir inside , part proud, part arousal. He wanted just as much as I wanted him... maybe even more.
But I didn’t give in. Not yet. Instead, I pressed my breasts tighter around his cock, teasing the swollen tip with slow, teasing licks.
When I glanced up, his face was flushed—caught between the agony of restraint and the fire of desire.
"Fuck, baby, please..." Nick’s voice broke, rough with desperation. "That’s so good... but I need you. I need to be inside you. I can’t take it anymore."
I lifted my head as he leaned towards , capturing his lips in a heated kiss, quickening my movents against him. His groan vibrated into my mouth, his hips twitching under my touch.
"Ahh... fuck!" he moaned, pulling back just enough to look at , his chest heaving. "I’m gonna co, Georgia..."
But I wasn’t ready to let him have that release. I released him suddenly, standing with a sly smile. "Not yet, love..."
His eyes widened, then darkened with a knowing smirk. "God, I love you, baby..."
That smirk nearly undid . I hooked my finger under the lace of my panties, sliding them to the side as I climbed back onto his lap. His eyes followed every movent, burning hotter with every second.
I rubbed his cock along my wetness, intentionally slow, and his head rolled back against the sofa.
"Fuck! You’re killing ," he groaned, his voice breaking. "Please, baby... I’m not kidding. My cock’s gonna combust. I’m so fucking hard—just take already."
I chuckled against his lips, giving him one last teasing kiss before I sank down onto him.
"Ahh..." we both moaned in unison, mouths pressed together as his hardness stretched and filled completely. Slowly, deeply, I took him all the way until he was buried inside , touching the very core of .
"Ahh... Georgia..." Nick’s voice ca out ragged, almost broken, his eyes locked on mine. "I love you so much..."
A shiver ran down my spine at the rawness in his voice. I braced my hands on his shoulders, feeling the solid strength beneath my palms as I began to move.
"I love you too, babe..." I whispered breathlessly, leaning closer so our foreheads brushed. "You feel so good inside ..."
His jaw clenched. "Damn... baby... you’re getting so good at this... ahh—more... faster, Georgia, faster..."
The plea in his tone ignited . I lifted myself and sank down on him harder, faster, my movents fueled by the way his eyes darkened with hunger, by the way his lips parted as if he couldn’t catch his breath.
Every rise and fall of my hips sent sparks shooting through . I could feel every inch of him—thick, hard, stretching in ways that left gasping—filling so deeply it was as if we were made to fit only each other.
And God, it felt like heaven.
I kept riding him, bouncing up and down with every bit of strength I had left, until my legs began to tremble. No matter how much I wanted to keep going, my body betrayed , slowing down against my will. I leaned forward, kissing him deeply, as if that could mask my need to rest.
But then... suddenly... I felt his strong hands grip my ass. My eyes flew open in shock. He had freed himself!
I pulled back, wide-eyed, lips parted in disbelief. "W-What? How did you—"
Nick’s mouth curved into a wicked smirk, his eyes glinting like a predator finally claiming his prey. "Getting tired, huh, baby?" His voice was a low, dangerous growl that sent shivers racing through .
Before I could react, he lifted effortlessly, flipping onto the sofa and pinning down beneath his weight. His body pressed against mine, his strength caging in. "My turn..." he whispered darkly against my lips.
"Ahh!" I cried out as he thrust into hard, the force stealing the air from my lungs.
And he didn’t stop there. He drove into again, and again, each thrust rougher, deeper, more relentless than the last. My world blurred into nothing but his rhythm, his heat, his possession.
My ears rang with the sound of my own moans echoing through the room, but all I could truly focus on was him—the overwhelming pleasure crashing through , consuming , breaking apart and piecing back together at the sa ti.
"N-Nick... s-slow down... I-I’m gonna co... stop!" I gasped between broken moans, my nails digging into his back. But he didn’t listen—he didn’t even think about slowing down.
"Then let go, my love," he growled, his voice deep with desire. "No one’s stopping you. Not ."
This maniac! I wanted to complain, to tell him I was worried about his pristine white sofa, but the words got lost in the storm of pleasure he was unleashing inside . He drove into harder, faster, not giving a single second to catch my breath.
My body betrayed —arching, trembling, surrendering. The only thing I could do was moan his na and take everything he gave .
I felt it—like sparks turning into wildfire, spreading through every vein in my body. His relentless pace pushed right over the edge.
"F-Fuck! Nick!" I scread as my release hit in a violent wave, my body clenching and pulsing around him, gripping him tight, refusing to let go.
"Georgia... ahh—so tight... I can’t hold back anymore... you’re pulling it out of ..." he groaned, his voice breaking as his thrusts turned desperate.
"P-Pull out!" I tried to say, but my plea was drowned in another moan, too late to stop him.
I felt it—the heat of him spilling deep inside , his cock throbbing in rhythm with my own convulsing walls. Our bodies shook together, locked in reckless bliss that neither of us could stop.
Breathless, I nudged my head against his chest, still trembling, my lips brushing his ear as I whispered between pants, "God... we’re screwed..."
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Seana4
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