Georgia’s POV
I was teetering on the edge when Nick suddenly stopped devouring like I was his last damn al. My whole body trembled with the loss of contact, and I looked down just in ti to see him untying the rope around my legs.
"Thank God," I breathed. "Finally, I’ll be able to move again."
But he smirked—devilishly—and crushed my hope in one breath.
"Just your legs, baby. Your arms stay tied."
I frowned. "But why?" I asked, already knowing I wouldn’t like the answer.
He leaned closer, voice low and possessive, "Because I don’t want you to have control. I want you to surrender. To feel everything I give you—every thrust, every inch. I want you to know what it ans to be completely fucked by ."
Before I could react, he stood and circled behind . My breath caught in my throat.
I glanced over my shoulder, heart racing. "Where are you going?"
He chuckled, dark and deep. "Relax, Georgia," he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. "I’m not going far. I’m staying right here—behind you—until I’m satisfied. So brace yourself. I already ca earlier... this next one’s going to take a while. Don’t pass out on ."
And before I could fully process that wicked warning, he lifted my left leg and pushed into from behind—hard and deep.
"Ahh—fuck!" I scread, the intensity hitting like a shockwave.
His cock stretched and filled so completely, I felt like I was about to combust. The angle was new, deeper, thicker, like he was hitting every nerve designed to unravel . I gripped the rope tightly, knuckles whitening, desperate to anchor myself.
His left hand held my leg up steady while his right hand moved to my breast—kneading, squeezing, claiming —while his hips snapped forward again and again, fucking with brutal, delicious rhythm.
I was his—tied, open, trembling—and I had never felt more wanted in my life.
Then he slowed—just slightly. Just enough for to catch my breath... but not enough to recover. His thrusts were still deep, devastating, and unrelenting. I could feel everything—the shape of him, the heat, the thickness. Every inch of him rubbed against every inch of , branding from the inside out.
He let go of my breast and gripped my waist instead, adjusting his angle. Then—God help —he started grinding his hips in slow, deliberate circles.
"Ahh! Shit! Nick!" I cried out, my voice breaking from the sheer force of the pleasure.
I felt like he was hitting everything inside .
He chuckled, breathless but amused. "How does it feel?" he asked, still gliding in and out of like he owned my body—and fuck, he did.
I tried to speak, tried to form coherent words, but all I could manage between moans was, "G-Good... So... good... Oh, my god... ahh!"
Then I felt his fingers slip between my thighs and press against my clit. He circled it, firm and steady.
My eyes rolled back so hard I thought they might never co back down.
"And what about this?" he asked, casual as ever, his voice smug and teasing. "Feel even better like this?"
Oh, for fuck’s sake—stop talking to ! I couldn’t form a single damn sentence. My body was no longer mine. It was his—completely overtaken by the waves of pleasure he was dragging out of .
All I could do was moan and writhe and pray I didn’t black out before he was done with .
Finally, he stopped asking those damn questions I couldn’t even answer—and that was when everything changed.
Because that was also the mont he stopped being gentle.
Nick slamd into —fast, hard, relentless.
"Ahh... ahh... f-fuckkk..." I moaned, louder and louder, my voice echoing into the whole island like a woman possessed by the devil. My leg—the only one still touching the ground—was starting to give out. I clung to the rope with everything I had left, terrified I might collapse from the pleasure.
But then Nick did sothing I didn’t think was humanly possible.
He lifted my other leg and held up completely, my back flush against his chest, while I stayed suspended by the ropes and his strength alone. And still—still—he kept moving. He made bounce on his cock as his hips slamd up to et mine.
It was fucking acrobatic, and I couldn’t wrap my mind around the idea.
"Don’t worry, I’ve got you," he whispered roughly in my ear. "Just focus."
He must’ve sensed the fear in my body—that I might slip or fall—but he forgot to factor in one thing. I couldn’t fall. I was still tied up. I wasn’t going anywhere.
So I surrendered.
I focused.
And God... it was a whole different level of sensation.
Being completely suspended, completely owned, unable to control a damn thing while he drove into the deepest part of —it changed everything. There was sothing twistedly perfect about it. Sothing wild. Sothing so good it almost hurt.
My body was wrecked, trembling, and I could feel another climax building—harder, deeper, darker than anything before.
I was feeling good, but not the sa as before.
"Oh my god, Nick, s-stop... I feel like I’m going to pee!" There, I said it out loud. I tried my best to complete that sentence in one go.
"Let it go... don’t hold back," he murmured darkly, his voice thick with command and lust.
But the bastard didn’t ease up—instead, he rubbed my clit even faster, like he was trying to make die completely.
"FUCK! AHH—FUCK!" I scread, my body convulsing as the overwhelming pleasure swallowed whole. I shattered—utterly, uncontrollably. And then it happened.
Clear liquid gushed out of the mont Nick pulled out—sudden and shocking.
"Fuckkk—!" I gasped, wide-eyed, heart pounding. My mind couldn’t catch up. What just happened to ? It was so good, but different from my other climax.
But I didn’t have ti to think.
Nick didn’t give a second to breathe. He slid back into and started moving with the sa relentless pace. My body betrayed —again. Within seconds, I detonated a second ti, like a dam exploding under pressure, pleasure soaking through as I cried out.
"Nick, stop!" I sobbed, my voice trembling, shaking with pleasure I couldn’t control.
But he didn’t stop.
He leaned into , his mouth hot at my ear. "One more, baby. Just one more."
And when it ca, it hit like a tidal wave.
The third orgasm ripped through with brutal force. My body convulsed, that liquid heat gushing out again, only this ti I climaxed so hard that I felt my inner walls pulse and contract around him in desperate rhythm. My head fell back onto his shoulder, mouth open in a silent scream, my body shaking uncontrollably in his arms.
He ca with , deep and hard, growling against my skin.
I was wrecked. Shattered. Utterly undone. I am fainting, I think... Surely I am.
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