Chapter 245: I Want It (3)

Chapter 245: I Want It (3)


Georgia’s POV


"I knew it... you’re fucking delicious," Nick growled, his words vibrating against my core.


Then his tongue slid inside me, deep and demanding. My fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as a loud, shameless moan tore out of me. "F–fuck, baby! That feels so good!"


He let go of one breast only to slide his hand lower, his fingers finding my clit. He rubbed me in hard, merciless circles while his tongue thrust into me, filling me in ways that made my whole body shudder.


Fire raced through every inch of me. My toes curled, my mind went hazy, and my insides clenched, aching desperately for more—aching for him to fill me completely.


"Nick... please," I gasped, my voice breaking with raw need. "I want more of you. I need you inside me."


He stood, towering over me, his chest heaving as he yanked off his shirt. His smirk was pure sin as his fingers worked at the buttons of his pants. "Then more you shall have," he teased, his voice rough, dark, playful.


He shoved his pants low on his hips, freeing his thick, hard cock, and my lips parted at the sight of it. He did not even bother to remove it completely. My body clenched in anticipation, already dripping for him.


Without hesitation, he positioned himself at my entrance and pushed inside slowly, stretching me inch by inch. My head fell back against the desk, a breathless cry slipping from my lips as he filled me, claiming me.


"Ahh... babe... you’re so hard," I whispered, biting my lip, trying to contain my voice. The thought of anyone in the other rooms hearing only made it hotter.


His jaw tightened, his eyes burning into me. "And you’re so fucking warm and tight. Your greedy little pussy is clenching my cock already. It’s begging me to destroy it."


His filthy words only made me wetter, my hips rocking against him shamelessly, chasing every inch of him.


"Tell me, Georgia..." he rasped, his breath hot against my ear. "How do you want me to fuck this needy, horny pussy tonight? Hard? Fast? Or slow and deep until you scream?"


God, he was shameless. And I loved it. His vulgarity lit me up, dragging me deeper into the fire of him.


I locked eyes with him, my nails digging into his back, and whispered against his lips, trembling with desire. "Fuck me slow and deep, baby... make me feel every inch of you."


Nick smirked as he pulled me upright, making me sit just enough to meet his eyes. His voice dropped to a dark, commanding whisper. "Alright, slow and deep it is. But I want you to do something for me, love... When I push in, relax and take me all the way. When I pull out, I want you to clench my cock as hard as you can. Hold me there until I drive back inside. Got it?"


My brows furrowed, my lips parting. "And how the hell am I supposed to know when you’re going to push in again?"


His grin was pure darkness. "Oh, you’ll know," he promised, sealing his words with a hungry kiss before thrusting deep into me.


I tore my lips from his, gasping, my cry echoing off the desk. "Ahh—Nick! You’re so deep..." My body quaked around him, trying to take all of him at once.


"Clench me, love. I’m pulling out," he ordered, his voice rough.


I obeyed, squeezing him tight as he slid out, inch by inch, and my eyes slammed shut. "Oh, fuck!" I screamed, every nerve ending igniting as I felt every ridge, every vein, every curve dragging against my soaked walls. It was too much, too good—I could feel him carved into me, molded perfectly inside me.


He stopped with only his thick head inside, making my legs tremble and my body writhe with need. My skin broke into shivers, my arms tingling as though lightning had just struck me.


Nick’s low chuckle rumbled against my ear as he tucked a strand of hair behind it, watching me unravel. "Does it feel that good?"


"Yes!" I cried out, breathless, delirious. "God, Nick—it was so good I thought I was gonna faint."


His laugh was dark and smug, vibrating through me. "Good girl." His hand pressed against my stomach, holding me down as his eyes gleamed with something wicked. "Now... we’re going to try something different."


He leaned back, giving me one last sinful smirk. "Lie down for me, Georgia."


My pulse skipped as I obeyed, heat flooding through me at whatever game he was about to play next.


Nick pushed into me slow and deep, burying himself to the hilt and staying there. My mouth fell open in a silent cry, my body stretched around him, clenching desperately.


And yet, he stood there acting infuriatingly casual. His hand reached into the drawer beside him like he wasn’t currently splitting me apart and sending me straight into the heavens.


I felt so full I could barely breathe. He was rock-hard, thick, and deep, pressing into every inch of me. Even the tiniest movement made sparks shoot through my nerves, pushing me closer to the edge.


I gripped the edge of the desk with trembling hands, glaring at him through heavy, hooded eyes. "Nick... what the hell are you doing?"


He looked at me then, smirk tugging at his lips, eyes dark with wicked intent. Slowly, he lifted what he had pulled out from the drawer, showing it to me. "This," he drawled, flicking a switch. The low, humming buzz of the vibrator he bought for me before filled the room, making my stomach twist in anticipation.


My eyes widened instantly. "No. No way." I quickly slapped my hand over my pussy, covering myself, shaking my head. "Are you insane? You want me to scream so loud that the kids will wake up and the others in the other room will know exactly what’s happening?"


He leaned in close, his grin downright devilish. "Is that so? Don’t worry, love... I have a solution for that."


Before I could even react, he was back at the drawer, pulling out a roll of duct tape. My pulse spiked, my body tightening around him.


"Nick—" I started, but he was already moving. In one swift, fast motion, he pressed the tape over my mouth, muffling my protest.


My eyes went wide, and I tried to pull away, but he caught my wrists, taping them together with ease.


"Mmm!" I whined against the tape, squirming under him—but it only made me feel the thick weight of his cock inside me, the movement sending a moan rattling out of my chest despite myself.


He tilted his head, his expression calm, almost amused, like he wasn’t already driving me insane. "Stop resisting," he said in that maddeningly nonchalant tone. "Or maybe I’ll tape your whole body to this desk... spread wide, just like this. So I can do whatever I want to you."


The threat made my core clench around him so hard that he hissed, his smirk growing wider.