Georgia’s POV
Nick didn’t disappoint—he worshipped with his mouth like a starving beast, devouring every inch of with a hunger that left trembling. I swear, for a mont, it felt like my soul was slipping out of my body.
My back arched off the bed, my hips jerking helplessly with every flick and swirl of his tongue. Each ti he sucked , a wave of heat shot through , leaving my brain foggy and my legs tingling uncontrollably. The sensations were maddening, and I craved every single one of them.
"Fuck, Nick... co here, kiss ," I begged, desperate to feel his mouth on mine.
He didn’t stop, just replaced his tongue with his thumb, sliding two fingers inside with a slow, unhurried push that made cry out.
"Ahhh... Babe..." I moaned, watching him crawl up my body, leaving a trail of kisses that set my skin on fire until he reached my lips.
"Georgia, you’re driving insane. I can’t get enough of you," he groaned, before crushing his mouth against mine, swallowing my reply.
"Mmm... Mmm..." I moaned into his kiss as his fingers quickened, pumping harder, deeper, until pleasure blurred my thoughts.
My hands fisted the sheets, one clutching his back as if he was the only thread holding together. I could already feel it building, unstoppable, overwhelming, like I was about to be pulled into the heavens with no return.
"N-Nick... s-stop... y-your sheets..." I stamred between ragged moans, my body arching uncontrollably. He only gave that wicked smile, eyes fixed on like I was the most beautiful chaos he’d ever seen. Instead of slowing down, his fingers moved faster, relentless, and I scread his na as my body shattered.
"Ahh... Shit... I’m... I’m... Nick—fuck!" I cried out as waves of pleasure surged through , my release spilling onto his bed.
He didn’t even flinch. In fact, his grin widened like the devil himself. "One more ti..." he demanded, his voice thick with audacity and hunger.
"Nick, no... the bed... ahh!" My protest lted into another scream as he pushed over the edge again, leaving trembling and undone.
I collapsed against the sheets, panting hard, my body barely able to keep up. Yet this man—my man—was grinning like he’d just conquered the world. "Stop!" I gasped, half-pleading, half-laughing at the madness of it all.
"No," he whispered darkly, determination flashing in his eyes, before giving everything he had to wreck one more ti.
"Ahhh!" was all I could scream as he claid over and over, until I was wrung dry, limp in his arms, my body surrendering completely to him.
I heard him chuckle before sitting up and sliding himself between my legs, his eyes dark with mischief as he lifted my legs towards my chest.
"What’s so funny?" I asked, still breathless, my body trembling from the storm he’d already put through.
"You," he said with a grin. "You keep trying to stop , yet every ti you get wetter for ... and every ti, you give the most beautiful release. The look on your face—it drives insane. Makes want to fuck you until you can’t move anymore."
Gods... how could words alone undo like this? It was as if he’d cast a spell, because no matter how exhausted or spent I felt, my body always responded to him—always craving more.
"Don’t say that... it’s embarrassing," I whispered, heat rushing to my cheeks as he moved closer, pressing his hard length against my entrance.
"It’s not embarrassing—it’s beautiful," he murmured, his gaze locking onto mine. "I love watching the way pleasure takes over your face. Just like this..."
The mont he pushed into , my mouth fell open and a sharp gasp escaped.
"Ahh... Babeee..." I moaned, my eyes rolling back as my body instinctively arched to take him deeper.
"That’s it, Georgia... take . Take all of ," Nick groaned, his voice rough as he buried himself fully inside.
"Fuuuckkk... ahhh..." I cried out, overwheld by the stretch. No matter how many tis we did this, I could never get used to his size, the way he filled completely, utterly, reaching places I could never imagine.
"Gods... you’re so wet, baby. I can feel every inch of you—my cock is sliding in too smoothly and perfectly. I don’t think I’ll last long..." he groaned while watching his cock go in and out of , his voice rough and strained.
"Then co already," I gasped, because honestly, I wasn’t sure how much longer my body or my sanity could endure this sweet torture.
He chuckled darkly, his lips brushing my cheek. "Trying to trick again? Not a chance, Georgia. I’m not stopping until you faint."
Before I could reply, he slamd into with a force that knocked the breath from my lungs.
"NICK! AHH!" I scread, my back arching as pleasure tore through like a storm. Each thrust was fast, deep, rciless, and yet it was exactly what I craved.
My body clung to him desperately, trembling under his power, and still... I wanted more. Always more.
"Too much... too good... ahh..." I gasped, my thoughts scattering, my brain threatening to lt from the overwhelming pleasure crashing over .
Every thrust, every stroke, pushed higher—Nick was relentless, driving straight into that spot that made my entire body shudder. The pressure inside built so quickly that it felt impossible to contain.
"Don’t stop... I’m so close... just like that, baby," I begged, clutching at him as if he were the only chain binding to reality.
"Oh, love... you’re gripping so damn tight... pulling in like you’ll never let go," Nick groaned, his voice hoarse, strained with pleasure.
Then it hit . My release tore through like a raging tide, a tsunami that left gasping and crying out his na. My walls throbbed around him in steady, uncontrollable waves, dragging him deeper into my ecstasy.
"Fuck, Georgia..." he growled, and I felt the warmth of his release spill inside , his body trembling against mine as he surrendered with .
I couldn’t even react—I was too lost in the storm of my own climax. All I could do was hold on and rember the promise I made: to trust him, completely. And gods, in this mont, there was no one else I’d rather give that trust to but him.
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