Georgia’s POV
After a few frustrating clicks, each one making twitch with unbearable anticipation, Nick finally managed to turn the speed down to low. Relief washed over in a shallow gasp. My body trembled as the vibrations eased just enough for to catch a breath.
But that breath was short-lived.
Because the mont I started to settle, he crashed his lips into mine and stole the air right back out of my lungs.
"That was fun," he murmured with that sinfully smug grin of his, like he hadn’t just nearly sent into orbit.
"You’re enjoying this way too much, Captain," I panted, chest heaving, eyes still half-lidded with pleasure.
He tilted his head, giving that wicked, rogue-like smirk that made my stomach flip.
"Aren’t you? Or would you enjoy it more if I was inside you, too?"
I didn’t even get a chance to answer.
Before I could form a word, he was already moving—sliding down between my legs, the wand never leaving my clit. He looked up at from between my thighs like a maniac, watching squirm, writhe, fall apart.
God, I was panting, cursing, moaning—and he still acted like this wasn’t enough? He was insane. A beautiful, twisted, fucking maniac.
Then I felt him.
The tip of his cock pressed against my entrance, warm, thick, and offensively slow. He slid into inch by torturous inch, stretching open, filling to the brim, claiming every part of like it was his god-given right.
"Ahh... Nick... Oh God..." I choked out, arching off the bed, my words tumbling into incoherent moans. "Nick—fuck—ahhh!"
I couldn’t think.
Couldn’t breathe.
Every nerve in my body was lit up like fireworks, every sense consud by him—his touch, his cock, his voice, the fucking wand.
It was too much.
It was perfect.
He pushed in deep... so deep that I couldn’t see a trace of him anymore. His cock disappeared inside , swallowed whole by the heat of my desperate, aching core.
Nick grabbed one of my legs, pushing it up until my knee was nearly at my shoulder. "Hold your ankle and this position for ," he said, his voice gravelly and low, filled with unfiltered hunger. "And open up wider, baby. I want to see everything."
God, the way he said it, I couldn’t refuse even if I wanted to. I gripped my ankle as he commanded, baring myself to him completely.
And then he moved.
The wand never left my clit. That relentless vibration combined with the slow, thick drag of his cock inside was too much. Too raw. Too good.
I arched, moaned, whimpered, completely at his rcy.
I never imagined it could feel like this. That sothing could be better than just him fucking . But with the wand... and him buried deep inside ...
It was obscene. Mind-breaking.
My thoughts scattered. Every rational thought in my head short-circuited and crashed. My brain had completely abandoned —migrated south and taken up permanent residence in my pussy, where Nick was absolutely destroying .
And gods, I am craving more of him.
"Damn... I think I’ll be using this more often," Nick muttered darkly, his voice smug and breathless.
I couldn’t answer him. I could barely hold onto reality. Moans spilled from my lips like a prayer, desperate, broken, and relentless. My body trembled under the double assault of the wand and his cock buried deep inside .
"Your pussy keeps clenching with this thing on..." he groaned. "Fuck, Georgia... it feels so fucking good..."
So help god!
He had a brilliant idea. He was like a mad scientist experinting. I saw it flicker in his eyes right before it happened. The wicked glint. The experintal curiosity.
And I... I am his prized specin.
He increased the speed.
My back arched violently as a scream tore from my throat. "Ahh—Nick! Fuckkk!"
The pleasure was brutal. Sharp. Almost punishing.
A tingling wave shot through my toes. My head spun. The pressure inside built so fast like a dam about to burst. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t speak, couldn’t think—
And then I shattered.
My climax slamd into like a tsunami. Nick pulled out fast, and I gasped as a gush of liquid sprayed out of , soaking his chest and thighs. I didn’t even have ti to process what had just happened.
Because he slamd right back into .
"More, Georgia," he growled, fucking fast, deep, rciless, with the help of his new favorite toy. "Give more, baby. I want all of it."
Another burst. Another wave. I cried out again as I squirted, my body wrung out, sensitive beyond reason. But he wasn’t done, not even close. He fucked through every high, pulled out, teased, slamd back in again, forcing wave after wave of release from my exhausted, trembling body.
And all I could do was ride it while my hands and legs were tied together.
I couldn’t feel my legs anymore. They were useless, shaking, numb, and wrecked. My chest heaved. I was drenched in sweat. My entire body quivered beneath him.
Finally, he removed the cuffs and turned off the wand, giving a mont of silence, just long enough for to exhale.
He hovered over and kissed gently, his hips moving in slow, deep thrusts. His lips brushed over my face, my collarbone, my shoulder.
"That was fucking amazing," he whispered between kisses. "You’re incredible, baby. I fucking love this..."
I couldn’t respond—I was too far gone. Too exhausted. All I could do was let him kiss , hold , fill .
But then his voice dropped to that dangerous, addictive tone.
"Sorry, baby... but I’m not done. I need more of you. I can’t stop. You’re so goddamn addicting..."
And just like that, his slow thrusts turned savage again. His cock slamd into with renewed urgency, each movent rougher, deeper, hungrier.
Even wrecked as I was, I still felt everything.
Each thrust made my hips jerk involuntarily. My body moaned for . I couldn’t even keep my eyes open—but I had to watch him. Watch him lose himself in .
And as I stared up at the man who was utterly ruining in the most exquisite way... And I swear, the next climax that I will have will be the death of .
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