Georgia’s POV
Without wasting another second, he grabbed the base of his cock and guided himself to my entrance. He pushed in slowly, just the tip, then pulled back. Over and over. It was maddening—sweet torture that made my hips chase his every retreat.
I needed him deep. Now.
He said he wouldn’t be gentle this ti, but he was still treating like I’d break. His restraint was obvious, and it only made crave the storm I knew he was holding back.
Then he moved.
Nick grabbed both my legs, pushed them toward my chest, then caught my wrists and made hold onto them.
"Don’t let go," he ordered, with so much desire in his voice and eyes.. "Keep holding yourself open while I fuck you."
My breath hitched. His eyes, dark and searing, burned through .
He slid one hand behind my neck and pulled forward until my face hovered above where we were joined.
"Watch," he growled. "Keep your eyes on how I fuck you. See how deep I go inside that tight cunt."
My face burned at the filth of his words, but my body... ignited.
I nodded, lips parted, heart hamring—then he slamd in deep.
"Ah—Nick!" My moan ripped through the trees. My eyes squeezed shut on instinct, overwheld by the sudden fullness.
But he caught my chin, forced my gaze down.
"Don’t you dare close your eyes. Watch fuck you like a slut."
A what? Slut, he said?
If anyone else had said that to , I’d slap them without a second thought. But from Nick—his voice dripping with heat and ownership—it sent a pulse straight between my legs. I never had imagine I would ever like that word be said to .
"Your... slut?" I whispered, imdiately regretting it.
His wicked smirk told I shouldn’t have.
He dipped down, crushed his mouth to mine, tongue claiming mine without apology. "Yes. My slut—Mine alone."
Then he straightened and growled, "Now watch closely."
And he drove in again, one hard, brutal thrust that knocked the breath out of .
I almost scread, my body stretching to accommodate his size, my mind shattering under the pressure of him. I was overwheld by his size, by his strength, and by the other side of his personality that is full of lust for .
And I watched, srized and breathless, as his thick cock, slick with my arousal, slid in and out of .
The sight alone had my insides clenching. There was sothing wickedly erotic about seeing myself like this, completely exposed and owned by him.
God help , but I loved it. Watching him fuck with such raw hunger made my mind spiral—made think of all the other ways he could take . Bent over, on my knees, against a wall, in the water... anywhere.
I wanted him to ruin everywhere. I didn’t care what it made look like. I was his. His slut. His obsession. And fuck, that turned on more than anything ever had.
"Ah... Georgia... you’re so fucking tight..." he groaned, licking his bottom lip as his eyes stayed locked on the place where we were connected.
His gaze was wild now, drunk with lust. The way he looked at , like I was both a goddess and a sin he was ready to drown in, set my nerves ablaze.
He picked up the pace, his hips crashing into mine, and I could feel it again, that coiling, burning pressure inside my core.
But this ti... I knew what it was.
I wasn’t that sa girl who trembled under him earlier, wide-eyed and clueless. Sure, Ella and I had watched our fair share of porn for ’educational purposes,’ according to her, but nothing prepared for this.
For how real and raw and all-consuming an orgasm truly was.
It wasn’t just physical—it shattered every part of . My thoughts, my breath, my sanity. I was coming apart at the seams, and Nick was the one pulling every single thread.
"Ahh! Nick... I think I’m coming!" The words slipped from my mouth in a rush—loud, desperate, raw.
His smile widened, cocky and shaless, as if he’d just won sothing. "Already? Good girl... Co for , baby."
He didn’t slow down. His thrusts remained deep, steady, calculated—designed to wreck completely. I gripped my thighs tighter, forcing my legs to stay open even as they trembled.
The climax barreled toward , faster and hotter than before. He’d already figured out exactly how to destroy on our first ti.
Every ti he drove into , my body responded like it belonged to him. My walls clenched with every push, trying to keep him inside, to stop him from leaving even for a second. And when he pulled back, the emptiness made ache—starving for him.
"Fuck! Nick! Ahh!"
And then it hit.
One final thrust and I shattered—violent, uncontrollable, like a spark igniting a wildfire. My body convulsed, my hips jerking, my legs quaking.
My mind blanked out as waves of pleasure tore through .
Nick gripped my waist, anchoring in place, his hold strong and steady as my orgasm wracked my entire body.
It didn’t stop quickly. It dragged out—long, intense, almost unbearable. It drained every bit of strength I had.
When it was finally over, I slumped forward, panting, shaking... and then I saw him.
Still hard. Still watching . Eyes burning with hunger that hadn’t even started to fade.
"Felt good?" he asked, like he hadn’t just unraveled every nerve in my body.
My face flushed instantly. Are you seriously asking that after watching lose all control like that? But I didn’t sass back. Instead, I gave him a small nod, brushing away the wild strands of hair stuck to my sweaty face—just like the good girl he called .
His smirk deepened. "Now it’s my turn..."
Before I could even react, my world flipped. Literally.
In one smooth, effortless motion, he turned over. I barely had ti to gasp before I found myself bent forward, palms bracing against the cold surface of the boulder I’d just been sitting on.
And the craziest part? He was still inside .
I choked on a breath.
How the hell did he manage that?
That kind of control, that strength—terrifyingly sexy. And if he was this dominant now... I had no idea how much more wrecked I was about to be.
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