Nick moved over like a starved beast, relentless and animalistic. His pace was punishing, his body dominating mine, and I swear—if he don’t stop soon, I’d combust right here beneath him.
My soul felt like it was slipping from my body, spiraling toward so blinding, unbearable ecstasy.
But then—God, then—I felt it.
Sothing deep inside began to build. A pressure. A scorching, delicious pressure that curled low in my belly and threatened to snap at any second.
"Georgia... fuck... I could do this all day. You feel so fucking good," Nick growled through gritted teeth.
I wanted to answer, to say sothing clever or needy or filthy, but my mouth wouldn’t cooperate. All that ca out were desperate moans and broken curses.
He was so deep. So fucking deep. Every ti he slamd into , he hit a spot that sent stars exploding behind my eyes. I clung to the sheets, to him, to anything—because every ti he pulled back, I ached to chase after him.
"Ahh... Yes... just like that..." I managed, my voice shaking, hoping he’d understand. Hoping he wouldn’t stop.
"Are you close?" he asked, voice ragged.
Close? I didn’t even know where I was anymore. "I don’t know... just—don’t stop," I breathed between the cries tearing from my throat.
He smirked and gave one fast, deep push. "AHH!" I scread as it felt so good and otherworldly, as if he was pushing my soul out of my body.
"Is this the spot?" he asked and did it again.
I was not able to answer and scread louder.
"Answer , Georgia..." he teased as he slamd hard into again.
"Is this it?" he asked with a fucking sexy commanding voice, urging to answer.
I wanted to but I really couldn’t, it was too much!
Then he stopped.
I frowned, the pressure that was building up, gone.
"When I ask you a question, you answer! Do you understand?" he said with a stern voice.
I nodded, but his eyes darkened.
"Speak! I can’t hear you!" he exclaid making flinch.
"Y-Yes..." I barely uttered.
He smirked. "Good girl," he comnted before thrusting hard and forceful.
I gasped and moan, as if my breath was knocked out of my lungs.
"Is this the spot, baby?" he asked so sensually that my mind exploded.
"Yes!" I answered too quick, before moaning as he continued with his pounding.
He quickly sat up and grabbed both my legs opening them wide. He pushed in deep and asked again. "This one?"
And damn he hit it again, it was so good that everything around faded and I don’t want him to stop.
"Y-Yes... Nick... Ahh... There..." I answered.
He smiled—slow, wicked—before lifting my legs even higher, exposing completely to him. I was spread wide open, helpless beneath his gaze, and he took his ti. His movents were steady but deep, each thrust stoking the fire that had been simring low in my belly.
"Ahh! Nick! T-There... Oh God... ahh!" My voice cracked as the pressure inside surged, too sharp and too good to hold back.
He didn’t stop. His rhythm stayed relentless. My walls clenched around him, pulsing with every movent. I could feel myself tightening, wrapping around him like my body never wanted to let him go.
My fingers gripped the blanket beside as I arched, overwheld. It was too much—his size, his pace, the way he owned so completely.
Then he reached between us and started rubbing my clit, rough and fast, dragging another scream from my throat.
"F-Fuck! Nick—!" I cried, but it only spurred him on.
The heat inside was unbearable now, swelling, coiling. I was right on the edge, and with the way he was moving... I knew I wouldn’t last.
"AHH!" I cried out, body shaking. I couldn’t understand what was happening to anymore—until it hit .
Sothing inside exploded.
My walls clenched and pulsed, alive with a rhythm of their own—strong, steady, relentless. The sensation tore through , dragging under like a riptide I never saw coming.
I am sure Nick felt it too.
"Ahh... Georgia! You’re sucking in so deep!" Nick groaned, voice ragged. He thrust harder, as if he couldn’t stop himself, like my body had taken control of his too.
My vision blurred into white. Every nerve lit up. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. I was floating—no, flying—spiraling into an ecstasy so intense it felt almost unreal.
By the ti I ca down from the high, Nick was still moving inside . Slower now, but still hungry.
Then I heard him growl. "Fuckkk... Oh shit..." His voice cracked with urgency as he pulled out just in ti—then I felt it. Warm, thick spurts landed across my stomach as he spilled himself on , his body tensed and trembling.
I looked down through half-lidded eyes and saw him—head tilted back, eyes closed, lips parted as he ca undone above .
My body collapsed into the bed, completely wrecked. I was shaking, panting, eyes heavy. I felt his lips press against my forehead, soft and grounding.
"Rest for now... you’ll need it for later," he whispered.
Later? What does he fucking an by later? What is he planning?
I tried to speak, to say sothing—anything—but my mouth wouldn’t cooperate. My body felt boneless, my thoughts adrift in the lingering high. I closed my eyes, not asleep yet, but too far gone to fight the pull.
Then I felt it—sothing cool and damp against my stomach, then between my thighs. My heart lted. Nick was cleaning up... tender, caring.
He slid beside , pulled the blanket over our bodies, then gently lifted my head and tucked it on his arm.
Fingers brushed the hair from my face. A kiss landed on my temple.
"You drive fucking insane," he murmured, voice low and raw. "I don’t know what I’d do to you."
I wanted to respond, but the weight of exhaustion dragged deeper.
Still wrapped in his arms, I drifted off.
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