Georgia’s POV
His tongue was relentless, circling my clit while two of his fingers plunged deep inside , curling just right, hitting every spot that made crumble. The rhythm was maddening—tongue flicking, fingers thrusting, his heated gaze locked on the entire ti.
I shattered around him, crying out his na as the climax tore through , leaving my body shaking. But Nick didn’t stop—if anything, his fingers only moved faster, desperate, urgent, as if he couldn’t get enough.
"Fuck, babe... you’re dripping for ," he groaned, finally pulling his fingers out and grabbing my hips with a hunger that made my stomach flip.
Before I could catch my breath and completely ride down my high, he spun around. "Turn around, love. I can’t wait anymore."
My back arched as he lifted my right leg, his strength effortless, and then I felt the thick, slow stretch of him sliding inside my soaked core.
We moaned together—loud and shaless as the heat of him filled completely. My hands flew up to the tiles for balance, while my body burned everywhere else. My one grounded knee trembled, threatening to give out, but Nick held steady—one arm supporting my leg, the other sliding up to seize my breast, his fingers pinching and rolling my sensitive peak until I gasped.
He started moving inside , slow, steady thrusts that had whining, begging for more even though I didn’t say a word. Every stroke was torture and bliss all at once, dragging deeper into the haze of him.
His mouth was at my ear, his breath hot against my wet skin. "God, it’s so warm inside you, love... so soft, so perfect. If I had it my way, I’d stay buried inside you all day." His low, sinful whisper sent shivers racing down my spine.
I bit my lip, fighting back a moan—but failed the mont he rocked deeper, his voice and his body claiming at once.
"Ahh... baby, you feel so damn good inside ..." I moaned, my voice trembling with need. No matter how many tis we tangled like this, it never dulled—each ti felt like the first rush of a dangerous drug, addictive and consuming. We were hooked on each other, utterly, recklessly.
"Fuck, Georgia..." Nick’s growl vibrated against my skin, raw and desperate. "Bend over. I can’t hold back—I need to bury myself deep, now."
He released my leg and pressed a hand firmly against my back, urging down.
"Arms, love. Give your arms. You’ll slip on the tiles if I don’t hold you—because I’m going to fuck you hard," he warned, his tone dark and promising.
My pulse spiked at the promise. I obeyed instantly, offering my arms back to him, knowing exactly what awaited . Knowing he was right. When Nick lost control, when he beca that insatiable beast in bed, there was no resisting—I would fall, and I would gladly fall every ti.
The second his hands locked around my wrists, he thrust into with brutal force, driving deep in one swift, punishing stroke. My scream echoed in the shower as my back arched and my head rolled back from the overwhelming shock of pleasure.
"AHH! Fuck!" I cried when he slamd in again, harder, deeper, making the water splash against our bodies.
"Damn, Georgia..." he groaned, his thrusts pounding into with relentless hunger. "You’re so fucking delicious. Just look at you... taking so good. You make want to fuck you over and over, until you can’t walk."
And God help , if it were up to , I’d let him. I’d let him ruin in every way he wanted, again and again, because I never wanted this hunger between us to end.
"Ahh! Nick... I’m going to co, baby... ahh!" I cried out, the pressure inside building so fast it was impossible to hold back.
He knew exactly how to take apart—every thrust angled perfectly, every snap of his hips calculated to drive insane.
"Yes, baby... co for . Milk hard," he growled, slamming into with rciless rhythm.
And then I shattered. The pressure exploded like a bomb inside , my walls pulsing around him, clutching and dragging him deeper with each convulsion. My body trembled, wrung out by the violent wave of pleasure.
Nick felt it—he moaned low and guttural, gripping my arms tighter as he drove harder. Then, with one final thrust, he buried himself deep and still, his cock twitching as his release flooded , thick and hot, filling until I gasped at the sensation.
We were both left panting, leaning against each other, our breaths mixing with the steam of the shower. My legs threatened to give way beneath .
"Nick... my legs," I managed to whisper, voice trembling. "Don’t let go... I’ll fall."
He hooked a strong arm around my waist, pulling against his chest with a chuckle. "How the hell are we supposed to go all day if just one or two orgasms already make your knees buckle?"
I glanced back over my shoulder and gave him a playful glare. "Excuse , Sir... but you’ve been fucking since last night. I’m shocked I even had the strength to wake up early and make you breakfast."
He laughed, his chest vibrating against my damp back. "Fine, I’ll take that one back. But you know it doesn’t matter, right? Weak knees or not, I can always throw you on the bed. Face up, face down—I don’t care. As long as I’m inside you, as long as you’re dripping for ..."
Before he could finish, my body betrayed . My walls clenched around him again just as he started to pull out, and he stopped, smirking wickedly.
"Clutching again? Hm? Do you secretly want more?" he teased, his tone sinful.
"Gods, no!" I gasped, swatting at him. "Enough with your perversion. Let’s just wash up and go before we’re late." I grabbed the handheld shower to distract myself from how my body clearly disagreed with my mouth.
Nick’s grin only deepened. "What if we sneak in one more round before leaving?" he asked, his expression dead serious.
My eyes widened. "Hell no!" I squeaked, making him laugh as he leaned down to press a kiss to the crown of my head.
"Relax, babe. I’m kidding... mostly. My mom’s waiting to et you. And trust , if I make her wait, she’ll kill . But tonight—" his voice dropped low, lips brushing my ear, "—tonight, you’re all mine again."
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