Chapter 209: You’re My Cake (2)
Georgia’s POV
His first thrusts were maddeningly slow, a sweet torment that had me gasping and writhing beneath him. He filled me to the hilt and then pulled back achingly slow, making me clench my walls around him, only to push in again with just enough force to make me arch off the sofa. My body screamed for more, but Nick... Nick was in no rush.
"Oh my God... Nick," I panted, nails clawing at the cushions. "Stop teasing me..."
He smirked down at me, sweat already glistening on his chest. "But teasing you is half the fun. You look so fucking beautiful when you’re desperate." His hips rolled again, this time a little faster, a little deeper, and the sharp cry that left my lips only made his grin widen.
"Ahh! Fuck!" I gasped.
Every drag of his cock inside me was unbearable heaven, stretching, filling, pulling me right to the edge only to slow again, denying me, making me crave more. My walls clamped around him harder, begging, pulsing, but still he kept that torturous pace.
"Nick!" I cried, half-sobbing, half-moaning. "Please... harder. Please move faster."
His lips brushed my ear as he whispered, "You’ll get it when I say so, love. I’m enjoying how tighter you become when I pull it slowly."
Then he leaned in and bit gently at my earlobe, a growl rumbling in his chest as his thrusts grew harder, sharper, enough to make the sofa creak beneath us.
My breath came in broken gasps, my body completely enslaved to his rhythm. He reached up, unbuckling the cuffs from my ankles, and my legs instantly flinched free, numb from being bound so long and weak from his assaults.
But before I could move them, he grabbed both and hooked them over his broad shoulders, lifting my hips higher.
"Oh my God!" I yelped as he plunged deeper, the new angle making him hit a spot so sensitive I nearly came right then.
Nick’s hands clamped firmly around my hips, holding me suspended, open, vulnerable, while he drove into me harder and deeper than before. Each thrust rattled through me, stealing my breath, making my cries turn into shameless screams.
"Fuck, yes, Nick! Right there!" I moaned, my voice breaking as pleasure ripped through me.
His pace turned feral, desperate, each slam of his hips making my entire body quake. "So fucking tight... so perfect," he growled, eyes locked on mine as if he wanted to burn the sight of me writhing beneath him into his memory forever.
My body was on fire, my orgasm clawing closer with every relentless thrust. I was undone, completely at his mercy, and I loved every second of it.
His thrusts grew harder, each one sending shockwaves through my body, and then Nick shifted, pushing one of my legs down against my chest so he could reach lower. His thumb found my clit, circling it mercilessly while his cock kept slamming into me.
"Ahhh—Nick!" I screamed, my back arching off the sofa once more, my nails digging into the cushions so deeply they threatened to tear through.
The rhythm of his hips grew frantic, punishing, every stroke burying him to the hilt while his thumb rubbed tighter, faster circles over that sensitive bundle of nerves.
My legs and hips convulsed, my walls clamping down on him so hard I felt him twitch inside me.
"Shit, baby, you’re gripping me so hard," he growled through clenched teeth, his face twisting in pleasure.
Suddenly, he pulled out fast, leaving me gasping, and before I could even protest, his fingers were rubbing my clit with ruthless speed.
"Oh my God, Nick! AHH!" I shrieked as heat tore through me, my body jerking violently. And then it happened—liquid gushed out of me in a wave, splashing against his hand and the sofa beneath us. My vision blurred as I squirted hard, my body convulsing in pure, uncontrollable release.
"Fuck yes, look at you," he groaned, watching every second, his eyes burning with lust.
Before I could recover, he shoved back inside me, pounding hard, the wet sounds between us only amplifying the filth of it all. My pussy clenched, pulsating wildly around him, dragging another orgasm out of me so fast that it ripped a sobbing moan from my throat.
"Ahhh, Nick... I can’t... I can’t stop...FUCK!" I cried, my entire body trembling as wave after wave rolled through me. My walls beating so hard in a steady rhythm, making me lose my mind.
His thrusts grew desperate, erratic, his groans breaking into growls. "Fuck, I’m gonna cum—"
He slammed in deep one last time, burying himself to the hilt as his cock throbbed violently, spilling hot, thick release inside me. My walls milked him hungrily, still pulsing as I came again with him, both of us lost, clinging to each other as our bodies shook and shattered together.
When the high finally retreated, I was limp, drenched, my skin tingling, and my heart still racing. And Nick... he stayed inside me, pressing his forehead to mine, whispering between ragged breaths, "Best fucking birthday ever."
Nick pressed a trail of kisses along my jaw, still catching his breath. "God, Georgia... you completely ruined me," he murmured, but then his lips curved into that wicked grin. "And yet... I still want more."
I groaned weakly and slapped his shoulder. "Nick, I can’t even move my legs. I think you broke me."
He chuckled softly before nipping at my earlobe. "Broke you? No, love. I just opened you up more than you thought you could take. Great new experience, right?" His hand slid lazily down my thigh, teasing my overstimulated skin, and I flinched with a gasp.
"Stop, please... I’ll die on the sofa if you keep touching me," I panted, but I could hear the breathless laugh in my own voice, betraying just how undone I was.
Nick kissed my lips, soft this time, before slowly pulling out. I whimpered at the sudden emptiness, and he smirked like he’d just won another game. "You’re so sensitive, love. I could play with you all night."
"Well, I can’t," I whispered, but my voice cracked, breathless and sweet—and his laugh rumbled in answer.
In one smooth move, he scooped me up bridal style, ignoring my squeal. "Nick!"
"You need more than cake after that," he said, carrying me toward the bathroom. "And lucky for us, this suite has something better than wine and frosting."
"What are you planning?" I asked, though part of me already guessed.
He nudged the door open with his foot, revealing the jacuzzi tub. He set me on the edge of the counter, brushing a stray hair from my face with an almost tender smile. "A soak in here... so my love can relax," he whispered, before kissing me again, leaving me aching even in my exhaustion.
Then he leaned back, eyes glinting with mischief. "Of course... You know me, Georgia. I don’t exactly plan on just relaxing in there."