Chapter 175: Raw and Unpolished (3)
Georgia’s POV
Hearing Nick beg like that made something wild stir inside me, part proud, part arousal. He wanted me just as much as I wanted him... maybe even more.
But I didn’t give in. Not yet. Instead, I pressed my breasts tighter around his cock, teasing the swollen tip with slow, teasing licks.
When I glanced up, his face was flushed—caught between the agony of restraint and the fire of desire.
"Fuck, baby, please..." Nick’s voice broke, rough with desperation. "That’s so good... but I need you. I need to be inside you. I can’t take it anymore."
I lifted my head as he leaned towards me, capturing his lips in a heated kiss, quickening my movements against him. His groan vibrated into my mouth, his hips twitching under my touch.
"Ahh... fuck!" he moaned, pulling back just enough to look at me, his chest heaving. "I’m gonna come, Georgia..."
But I wasn’t ready to let him have that release. I released him suddenly, standing with a sly smile. "Not yet, love..."
His eyes widened, then darkened with a knowing smirk. "God, I love you, baby..."
That smirk nearly undid me. I hooked my finger under the lace of my panties, sliding them to the side as I climbed back onto his lap. His eyes followed every movement, burning hotter with every second.
I rubbed his cock along my wetness, intentionally slow, and his head rolled back against the sofa.
"Fuck! You’re killing me," he groaned, his voice breaking. "Please, baby... I’m not kidding. My cock’s gonna combust. I’m so fucking hard—just take me already."
I chuckled against his lips, giving him one last teasing kiss before I sank down onto him.
"Ahh..." we both moaned in unison, mouths pressed together as his hardness stretched and filled me completely. Slowly, deeply, I took him all the way until he was buried inside me, touching the very core of me.
"Ahh... Georgia..." Nick’s voice came out ragged, almost broken, his eyes locked on mine. "I love you so much..."
A shiver ran down my spine at the rawness in his voice. I braced my hands on his shoulders, feeling the solid strength beneath my palms as I began to move.
"I love you too, babe..." I whispered breathlessly, leaning closer so our foreheads brushed. "You feel so good inside me..."
His jaw clenched. "Damn... baby... you’re getting so good at this... ahh—more... faster, Georgia, faster..."
The plea in his tone ignited me. I lifted myself and sank down on him harder, faster, my movements fueled by the way his eyes darkened with hunger, by the way his lips parted as if he couldn’t catch his breath.
Every rise and fall of my hips sent sparks shooting through me. I could feel every inch of him—thick, hard, stretching me in ways that left me gasping—filling me so deeply it was as if we were made to fit only each other.
And God, it felt like heaven.
I kept riding him, bouncing up and down with every bit of strength I had left, until my legs began to tremble. No matter how much I wanted to keep going, my body betrayed me, slowing down against my will. I leaned forward, kissing him deeply, as if that could mask my need to rest.
But then... suddenly... I felt his strong hands grip my ass. My eyes flew open in shock. He had freed himself!
I pulled back, wide-eyed, lips parted in disbelief. "W-What? How did you—"
Nick’s mouth curved into a wicked smirk, his eyes glinting like a predator finally claiming his prey. "Getting tired, huh, baby?" His voice was a low, dangerous growl that sent shivers racing through me.
Before I could react, he lifted me effortlessly, flipping me onto the sofa and pinning me down beneath his weight. His body pressed against mine, his strength caging me in. "My turn..." he whispered darkly against my lips.
"Ahh!" I cried out as he thrust into me hard, the force stealing the air from my lungs.
And he didn’t stop there. He drove into me again, and again, each thrust rougher, deeper, more relentless than the last. My world blurred into nothing but his rhythm, his heat, his possession.
My ears rang with the sound of my own moans echoing through the room, but all I could truly focus on was him—the overwhelming pleasure crashing through me, consuming me, breaking me apart and piecing me back together at the same time.
"N-Nick... s-slow down... I-I’m gonna come... stop!" I gasped between broken moans, my nails digging into his back. But he didn’t listen—he didn’t even think about slowing down.
"Then let go, my love," he growled, his voice deep with desire. "No one’s stopping you. Not me."
This maniac! I wanted to complain, to tell him I was worried about his pristine white sofa, but the words got lost in the storm of pleasure he was unleashing inside me. He drove into me harder, faster, not giving me a single second to catch my breath.
My body betrayed me—arching, trembling, surrendering. The only thing I could do was moan his name and take everything he gave me.
I felt it—like sparks turning into wildfire, spreading through every vein in my body. His relentless pace pushed me right over the edge.
"F-Fuck! Nick!" I screamed as my release hit me in a violent wave, my body clenching and pulsing around him, gripping him tight, refusing to let go.
"Georgia... ahh—so tight... I can’t hold back anymore... you’re pulling it out of me..." he groaned, his voice breaking as his thrusts turned desperate.
"P-Pull out!" I tried to say, but my plea was drowned in another moan, too late to stop him.
I felt it—the heat of him spilling deep inside me, his cock throbbing in rhythm with my own convulsing walls. Our bodies shook together, locked in reckless bliss that neither of us could stop.
Breathless, I nudged my head against his chest, still trembling, my lips brushing his ear as I whispered between pants, "God... we’re screwed..."
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Thank you for the Golden Ticket!
Seana4