Georgia’s POV
"You’re annoying!" I snapped, but the way my voice shook completely ruined the effect.
Nick only laughed, that sinful sound vibrating straight into my bones. He gripped my thighs, spreading them wide before gently guiding higher onto the bed.
"Shh... open up for , wife," he murmured, eyes darkening. "I’m not done tasting you."
Before I could even breathe, he lowered himself between my legs. His gaze flicked up, hot, wicked, promising everything, and then his tongue touched .
Air punched out of my lungs.
"Ah! Nick..." I moaned, grabbing the hand that held my thigh in place as my body arched into his mouth.
That first slow stroke of his tongue felt like a spark that exploded inside , rushing heat through every inch of my body. And he didn’t stop, he licked again... and again... each stroke deeper, firr, filthier, until my moans spilled out uncontrollably.
My thighs trembled around his head, but he just held tighter, devouring like he’d been waiting all night for this.
Every ti his tongue circled my swollen clit, I felt my entire body curl toward him, desperate, aching, ready to co undone.
"Your bridesmaids had good taste," he murmured against , his breath hot on my skin. "This lingerie..." His tongue dragged slowly over , making my hips jerk. "...is perfect."
Then he chuckled, the vibration shooting straight through . "Easy access."
Before I could even form a coback, his mouth wrapped around my clit and he sucked, hard.
A violent bolt of pleasure shot through .
"Nick—!" My hand flew to his hair, gripping tight as my back arched off the bed. The pleasure was blinding, tearing a raw cry from my throat. "F–fuckkk!"
My legs trembled uncontrollably.
Nick finally released with a wicked smirk, licking his lower lip as he sat upright between my spread thighs. "God, I love it when you scream like that."
I shot him a breathless glare. "You love it when you turn my brain into mush."
"Exactly," he chuckled, low, dark, maddening. "And I’ll never get tired of it."
Then he slid inside .
Slowly. Deeply. Intentionally.
I bit my lip hard as inch by inch, he stretched open, filling so perfectly I felt my eyes roll back. His thumb found my clit, circling gently as he sank deeper and deeper, until my body molded around him.
"Ahh... Nick..." I moaned, refusing to look away as his eyes locked on mine, hungry, reverent, wild.
He groaned, gripping my hips. "Fuck, you’re so warm... You’re dripping wet. I slide right into you like you’re created by the universe just for ."
"Aren’t I?" I teased, making us both smile.
When he finally bottod out, buried fully inside , he paused, his cock was so thick, heavy, throbbing, his hand moving to my breast.
He leaned close, breath hot against my lips. "Suck ," he whispered. "Hard."
And I obeyed. I tightened around him, walls clenching with a desperate need of their own.
He moaned, deep, guttural, raw.
"Shit, Georgia..."
"Nick..." I breathed, my body trembling for him.
We were both already lost, drowning in heat, hunger, and the kind of desire that made the world fall away.
Then Nick pulled back, slow, deliberate, and thrust into again.
And again.... Nick pulled out slowly, so slowly it felt like torture, until only the tip of him was inside . My breath hitched, my fingers curling into the edge of the leather sheets.
Then he pushed back in.
Deep. Thick. Unhurried.
A moan fell from my lips, helpless and shaky.
He repeated it, slow, sensual, deliberate strokes that made every nerve in my body ignite. His hips pressed against mine each ti he pushed in deep, sending tiny shocks through my core.
"Nick..." I whimpered, already losing control.
"Feel that?" he whispered against my ear. "Feel how tight you get for ?"
I nodded wildly, my nails digging into his arms. He smirked as he dragged his cock out again, my walls clenching around him on instinct, begging.
Then he changed the rhythm.
His pace quickened, still controlled, but faster, harder. Each thrust hit the perfect spot, stealing the air from my lungs.
"Oh... ahh... Nick—" My voice broke into a scream as he slamd into again.
"That’s it," he groaned. "Let hear you. Let the stars hear you. Scream for , love."
His hips snapped faster, harder. The yacht rocked gently beneath us, but it was nothing compared to how violently my body trembled with every thrust.
"F–fuck! Nick!" I scread, my head falling back, vision blurring.
He grabbed my hips, pulling against him with every powerful stroke, his pace relentless now. Each thrust sent sparks shooting up my spine, my legs shaking uncontrollably.
"You’re losing your mind, aren’t you?" he growled, breath hot on my neck.
"Y–yes... Ahh! Nick... please—"
He drove into faster, deeper, the sound of our bodies eting echoing into the night air.
My scream ripped out of , raw, breathless, uncontrollable, as pleasure surged through in waves so intense I thought I might break apart entirely.
Nick’s rhythm shifted from fast... to absolutely relentless.
His grip on my hips tightened, his muscles flexing as he drove into with a force that sent sparks exploding behind my eyes.
"Nick! Oh my god—" I cried out, my voice cracking as he pounded deeper, harder, pushing right to the edge with every brutal, perfect thrust.
"You’re close," he growled, not asking, knowing, feeling. "Your body’s trembling for ."
He angled his hips just slightly, just enough, and I shattered.
My climax ripped through so violently my legs convulsed, heels dragging against the sheets as every nerve lit up. My thighs squeezed around him uncontrollably, shaking, trembling, my whole body bowing off the bed.
"FUCK!!! Nick—!" I scread, my voice broken, helpless.
My walls clamped down on him so intensely I felt him stutter inside , my body milking him, pulling him deeper.
I couldn’t stop trembling.
Couldn’t stop moaning.
Couldn’t even breathe properly.
"Oh, baby—" Nick hissed, his voice raw as my climax squeezed him tight. "You’re throbbing so hard, shit, Georgia, you’re gonna make co, too..."
He held my hips still as my orgasm hit again, another wave slamming into , my legs jerking, stomach tightening. I was shaking uncontrollably, my walls pulsing around his cock in desperate, rhythmic spasms.
"N—Nick... Ahh! Can’t... too much—" I gasped, tears pricking the corners of my eyes from sheer pleasure.
He didn’t slow.
Didn’t let up.
His pace stayed brutal, precise, fucking right through the aftershocks as if coaxing more and more out of .
My body collapsed back onto the bed, trembling violently as he kept thrusting, each stroke drawing another broken moan from my lips.
My legs wouldn’t stop shaking.
My core wouldn’t stop tightening around him.
I was completely undone beneath him, convulsing, throbbing, clenching him so hard he groaned through clenched teeth.
"Georgia, baby—" he panted, voice shaking. "You’re gonna make lose it—"
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