Georgia’s POV
"Nick! Stop teasing !" The words tumbled out of , breathless, edged with frustration. I couldn’t take any more of his gas. The way he hovered just close enough to drive insane, but never far enough to let breathe.
He tilted his head, that infuriating smirk curving his lips. "Didn’t I tell you?" His voice was low, dangerous, soaked with amusent. "You get what I give you. Nothing more, nothing less."
He brushed against again, slow and deliberate, like he wanted to test how far he could push before I broke. His control was infuriating and intoxicating.
He playfully patted his cock against my clit and smirked. "Well, look at that, you are so fucking wet for ."
He continued sliding his hardness against my dripping core and slit, coating his length with my wetness until he commanded, "Turn around."
My pulse stumbled. I obeyed, the movent unsteady, my body thrumming with impatience. Every nerve scread for release, but he just stood there, watching, savoring the way I trembled under his gaze.
When I dared to look back, to see what was taking so long for him to put his cock inside , he was smirking again, his eyes dark with mischief. "So impatient," he drawled, his tone dripping with wicked satisfaction.
I glared at him over my shoulder, voice sharp with need. "You’ve been tornting long enough. Either do sothing... or I’m walking out of here."
He laughed softly, the sound deep and low in his chest. "Feisty."
"You already made so freaking wet, and now you’re going to make wait? Put it in, or I am putting my clothes back," I dared to threaten.
Then, in a blink, his mood shifted, his playfulness turning to sothing darker. His hand slid down my spine, guiding exactly where he wanted .
Nick smiled and seed to be enjoying my little threat. He moved closer and positioned his cock on my sheath, letting it touch my wetness. "Can I put it in your ass?"
My eyes went wide, and my brain just short-circuited. I think my soul also exploded and went out of my body.
"Fuck no! Absolutely not!" I said, and I was about to stand when his hands stopped , keeping in place, still on all fours.
"I’m kidding. Spread your legs for . I’ll give you what you want, my love," he said.
My body reacted before my mind caught up. And when he finally closed the distance, the air left my lungs in a rush. The tension snapped, replaced by a rush of sensation so sharp it made tilt my head back and gasp.
"Ahh... My God... So fucking good..." I uttered mindlessly, followed by continuous moans as he moved in and out of .
"Happy now?" he asked.
What a ridiculous answer! Does he really have to ask when he can see losing myself and moaning very loudly?
I managed a strangled laugh between breaths. "You really have to ask?"
His only reply was a smile, dangerous and utterly knowing, before he caught my chin and whispered, "Answer or I’ll stop..."
What a jerk! A jerk that I love.
"Yes! I’m happy!" I exclaid back.
"Good. Don’t forget who made you feel that way," he said before he slamd hard into , making scream as he did it over and over.
His voice was all command and steel when he said, "Stay still."
Every part of wanted to move, to chase the next wave, but the edge in his tone made my muscles lock in place.
Nick hovered over , his breath hot against my neck, his presence filling every inch of air. He didn’t need to raise his voice; the quiet authority in it stripped bare more effectively than any touch.
"Look at ," he said.
I obeyed, turning just enough to et his gaze. The control in his eyes was absolute—dark, unyielding, terrifyingly beautiful.
"Good girl," he murmured. The words slid through like fire.
Every second he held there, suspended between command and anticipation, the need inside grew sharper, almost painful. My thoughts scattered until all that remained was instinct—the need to please, to yield, to surrender everything.
He leaned closer, his breath skimming my ear. "You don’t move until I tell you to. You don’t take without permission. Understand?"
"Yes," I whispered, my voice barely holding together.
"Say it louder."
"Yes, babe."
He moved faster but steadily, and the pressure inside continued to build up. I could feel it so near yet so far. I tighten my walls, making Nick groan.
"Fuck, babe, you’re driving insane!" he growled.
"Ahh... Baby... I’m so near... Please... Please don’t stop..." I begged, thinking he might deny again.
"Don’t worry, I won’t." And when he said it, it was not just an empty promise.
He grabbed my right leg and lifted it slightly so his hand could reach my clit.
I gripped the armrest tight, trying to steady myself against the storm building inside . He wanted to lose control, to stop holding back, and for once, I was more than willing to give in. Forget the ss. Forget the world. Tonight, it was just us and the chaos we created together.
Nick’s rhythm was relentless, controlled yet wild. Every movent, every touch seed designed to push closer to the edge. It was as if he could read the pulse of my desire, adjusting with every breath I took.
The tension built fast—too fast. Heat unfurled deep inside , sharp and bright, until I could barely breathe. My body trembled, every nerve alight, and when it finally broke, it was like a rush of fire sweeping through .
I gasped his na as the wave hit, and even then, he didn’t stop—didn’t let drift away. He moved with , through , prolonging the high until the world blurred at the edges.
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Esse
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