Georgia’s POV
My hunger for him only grew with each passing day—raw, insatiable, almost animalistic. It was like there was a part of only he could reach, only he could satisfy.
I gripped his hair and pulled him away from my soaked core, breathless and aching. My lips trembled as I looked him in the eye.
"Nick... fuck ," I demanded, my voice low and desperate. "Erase everything—everything about Raymond. Make forget. Take now. Hard."
The way his eyes darkened sent a thrill through . Then ca that wicked smirk—the one that always promised I’d be ruined in the best way possible.
"Always my pleasure, baby," he growled, then slid inside in one slow, agonizing thrust.
I watched—my eyes locked on where we were connected. I watched his cock disappear into , again and again, his rhythm torturously slow and unbearably erotic.
"You like what you see, baby?" His voice was rough, filled with lust.
"Yes... Babe, fuck more," I moaned, rolling my hips to et his every thrust.
He didn’t hold back after that. His pace quickened, deeper, harder, and I welcod every second of it.
When he bottod out, buried deep inside , I cried out—body arching, mind slipping.
"Oh God... ahh!"
He grunted, his voice full of hunger. "So fucking soft... and so goddamn wet."
Every stroke pushed closer to madness—and I didn’t want to co back down.
Then his thumb found my swollen clit, circling it with maddening movent as he thrust into , his gaze locked on mine—dark, hungry, and lustful.
"Georgia..." His voice was a husky growl bouncing against the bathroom walls. "I could never get tired of this. Of you. I crave you more every fucking day. What the hell have you done to ?"
He didn’t stop moving. He didn’t give a mont to catch my breath or respond. Not that I could. All that ca out of my mouth were moans, broken curses, and the sound of his na tumbling from my lips like a prayer.
Because I felt the sa.
Every mont without him felt longer than it should. Every day, my need for him grew deeper—twisting, tightening, consuming. He was becoming my addiction... and I wasn’t sure I wanted to be cured.
"Babe... oh God, fuck deeper," I gasped, chasing the pleasure that was already threatening to swallow whole.
He chuckled darkly, cocky and wild. "Coming already?" he teased, slowing just enough to torture .
"Yes... please, Nick... I’m so close," I whimpered. "Don’t stop. Keep it steady, right there—just like that."
And he did.
Because he knew my body like it was his own.
I was spiraling—his thrusts relentless, each one striking my sweet spot like he was born to ruin .
"AHH!" I cried out, my voice echoing against the bathroom walls.
And then I shattered.
The orgasm tore through like lightning, fierce and unforgiving. My hips jerked, legs trembling uncontrollably as waves of ecstasy crashed through my core. But Nick—he didn’t let up. He kept moving, his gaze locked on mine like he was watching co undone just for him.
He smirked, proud and feral. "That’s it, baby. Feel it. Feel ."
God, I would never get tired of this—of him. Of the way he made lose every piece of composure I had. With Nick, I wasn’t just touched—I was transcended into another dinsion.
But just when I thought he’d give a second to breathe, he flipped —quick, dominant, and still buried deep inside . I gasped as my hands braced against the cold granite, my ass pressing against him, his cock still stretching .
He reached for my chin, angling my face toward the mirror in front of us.
"Eyes on the mirror," he commanded, his voice stern like the Captain he was. "Don’t look away."
Then he kissed my spine—soft, reverent—trailing up to my shoulders, my nape, branding every inch of my skin with heat.
"I want you to see what I see," he murmured as he began to move again, slow but devastating. "Watch yourself—how fucking erotic you look when you moan, when you beg, when I fuck you deep and hard."
He grunted, his pace teasing but dangerous. "That face... those sounds you make—they’re burned into my mory, Georgia. Every damn ti I recall your moans, those filthy little curses you scream when you co... I get hard. Instantly. That’s how deep you’ve sunk into . You’ve claid my mind, my soul—my heart—and you don’t even know it."
Wait. Heart?
He said I claid his heart?
What the actual hell—?
But I couldn’t think straight. Not when he slamd into again with that perfect rhythm that made my toes curl. My thoughts scattered like dust as another climax began to build. If he kept going like that... my soul would ascend straight to the heavens faster than the angels.
"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!" Nick growled through gritted teeth as he slamd into with ruthless steadiness, his rhythm punishing and addictive.
In the mirror, I watched us—watched the rawness of our pleasure paint our expressions. My cheeks flushed, lips parted, eyes wild with lust. And Nick... he looked like a man on the brink of losing control. His head rolled back, his jaw clenched, veins taut on his neck as he thrust into like a wild man.
*SLAP*
My ass stung, sharp and sudden. I gasped—then moaned when he smacked the other cheek just as hard. It hurt... beautifully. And every ti his hand connected with my skin, my pussy clenched tighter around him, making him groan like I’d driven the air out of his lungs.
"Shit, baby," he panted, staring at in the mirror. "I want to cum in your mouth. Can I?"
My heart skipped.
I t his gaze, lips parted. "Y-Yes, babe. You can," I said, breathless.
What the fuck am I saying? I’ve never done that before!
Panic blood in my chest, but it didn’t have ti to take root—not when Nick lifted one of my legs and propped it on the cold countertop, spreading wider.
"Good," he growled, fingers finding my clit. "But first, let make you finish again."
His thrusts turned savage, his fingers ruthless against my swollen nub. He knew my body too damn well—knew exactly how to break .
Seconds. That’s all it took before I shattered again.
"Nick!" I scread, my walls contracting around him, waves of ecstasy rolling through my core. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. My vision blurred as my orgasm took over, wild and unrelenting.
"Shit, Georgia—you’re milking so fucking hard," he choked out, his voice hoarse, eyes burning in the mirror.
I was still reeling, barely recovering, when he pulled out and spun around with a swift, commanding motion. His hand guided to my knees, and the next thing I knew, his cock was in my mouth—thick, pulsing, desperate.
"Fuck!" he cried out, his fingers tangling in my hair. His hips jerked forward, and then—
Warmth.
Spurts of hot, salty release coated my tongue, my mouth quickly filling.
Oh my God—it’s a lot.
I tried to swallow, but it was too much—his scent, his taste, his claim. I am drowning, help!
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