Georgia’s POV
"Discuss this misunderstanding further?" I teased, as if I am innocent, though I already knew exactly what kind of ’discussion’ Nick ant.
That wicked smirk curved his lips—the sa one he wore whenever his eyes undressed without sha.
"I think you know," he murmured with a voice that’s low and rough. "Let’s do it."
My jaw dropped. "What? Now? Here?"
Oh Gods, he was not joking.
"Yes. Here," he said without hesitation, leaning closer, his breath hot against my ear. "Haven’t you ever wondered what it’s like to try it in a car?" His grin was sinful, dangerous.
This is not even his or my car! The heck!
But those words did sothing to . Heat rushed through , betraying the protest on my lips. "B-but—my dress, my hair..." I stamred, clinging to excuses when deep inside, curiosity and arousal were already clawing at .
"Don’t worry," he promised, already guiding with firm hands. "I’ll make sure you’ll look perfect after... but right now, I want you wet for ."
"Nick!" I gasped as he urged to turn, pressing gently but insistently across the seat. "I—I’m not ready—"
"Yes, you are," he growled, tugging into place. My knees trembled as one foot landed on the floor, the other on the seat. My dress slid higher, and before I could even catch my breath, his hand slipped under the hem, pushing fabric and my panties out of his way.
"Nick!" My protest dissolved into a sharp cry when his tongue touched —hot, wet, rciless. He licked from my folds to my entrance, slow and teasing, before flicking my clit.
"Oh God..." I shivered violently, clutching the leather seat as pleasure shot through . My body betrayed , lting instantly for him.
He devoured like a starving wolf, tongue thrusting inside , fingers circling my clit until my thighs quivered. My hand flew to my mouth, muffling the moans that threatened to echo in the car.
Through the tinted glass, I kept glancing toward the hotel parking lot, terrified and thrilled that soone might walk by.
"You’re dripping, baby," Nick groaned against , his voice vibrating against my core. "You like this... the thought of soone catching you horny like this."
I bit my lip so hard it hurt, because he was right. The danger only made wetter.
"Nick, just—just do it!" I whispered hoarsely, desperation clawing at . "Quickly, before soone sees us..."
"Sure... my pleasure," Nick growled, and then I felt it—his hardness sliding into with agonizing slowness.
My hand, the one I’d been pressing against my mouth, shot to the door handle as my back arched and my head fell back. My body trembled while he filled inch by inch, stretching until I thought I’d break.
"Fuck... you’re so hard!" I gasped, squeezing my eyes shut, overwheld by the sheer intensity of him.
"It’s your fault, love," Nick’s voice rasped against my ear, hoarse and possessive. "Next ti, don’t wear a dress like that. Do you know what it does to , watching other n stare at you? It makes want to take you right there and then—just to remind everyone you belong to ."
"That’s so... ahh... evil, Nick..." I moaned, my words breaking as he began to thrust, each movent claiming harder, deeper.
"I’ll be the devil himself if that’s what it takes," he said, his pace punishing, relentless. "Because you’re mine, Georgia. Only mine."
"Ahh! Slow down! You’re making scream!" I whimpered, clutching the door handle with white knuckles. My body was bouncing against his with every brutal thrust, and the car rocked with us.
"We don’t have the luxury of slow, baby," Nick groaned, slamming harder. "You wanted this done quickly, rember? So just let go. Enjoy it."
"Fuck, Nick!" I nearly scread, my voice muffled by my own hand as the pleasure tore through . The thrill of possibly being caught made it even more intoxicating. I couldn’t care less if soone walked by anymore—I was his, and right now the whole damn world could see.
"Baby, I want you to co first," he said, his voice ragged with need. "I won’t stop until you do."
God, this man was insatiable. And I loved it.
I yanked my hand away from my mouth and slid it down to my clit, rubbing furiously to match his rhythm. My head turned, catching his dark, lust-filled eyes over my shoulder.
A wicked smile curved my lips. "Then keep it steady, love. I’ll help you get there..."
Nick smirked back at , that dangerous smile on his lips that always stripped bare inside, and I slid my hand lower, rubbing myself furiously.
Damn, he knew exactly where to hit—every thrust of his hips slamming right on the spot that aroused more.
"Ahh... babe, don’t stop... please—oh my God, yes... just like that, don’t you dare stop..." I cried out, the pressure inside winding tighter and tighter, coiling like it was ready to snap.
I could taste it, my climax—just a few more strokes, a few more thrusts—
"Fuck... I can’t—Georgia—" Nick growled, his voice breaking, and then I felt it—his release spurting hot and hard inside .
It was so strong, so sudden, it triggered mine instantly.
"Ahhh!" I scread, my legs convulsing, hips jerking wildly as the orgasm tore through like a violent storm.
"Shit—Georgia—you’re clenching so fucking tight..." Nick groaned, but I was already too far gone, my mind spinning, my body quaking, holding onto whatever thread of consciousness I had left while the waves kept crashing, one after another.
When it was finally over, we were breathless, panting like we’d just run for our lives.
Nick reached for tissues quickly after wrecking completely.
"Don’t move," he murmured, his voice low but tender. "I’ll clean you up."
He pulled out carefully, cleaned with gentle hands, then tugged my panties back into place like he hadn’t just ruined in the backseat of a car.
I slumped into the seat beside him, head tilted back, eyes half-shut as my chest heaved. My legs trembled uncontrollably, and I groaned, massaging them weakly.
Nick chuckled, wiping himself off. "Hey, I tried hard not to ruin your hair. But if you lean like that, it’s not gonna hold in place."
"I don’t care anymore," I muttered, still gasping for breath. "My legs are shaking—I don’t even know how I’m supposed to walk back inside."
He leaned back casually, like he hadn’t just rocked my entire existence, and dropped his next bomb. "Well, if you want... we can skip the rest of the night and head straight to our suite. I booked us a room upstairs. We can continue this—"
My jaw dropped. Continue?! This man was unbelievable. My legs were as wiggly as jelly, my body was wrecked, and he wanted more?!
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