CHAPTER 276: KISS ME (3)

Georgia’s POV

When his mouth left mine, it wasn’t retreat—it was a tease. Each breath he took brushed against my skin before his lips found a new path, tracing fire down my jaw to the hollow beneath my ear. The sensation was dizzying, a shock of heat that raced down my spine.

His earlier kisses had been wild, claiming. Now, they softened—slow, deliberate, each one a test of control. He kissed like he wanted to savor the taste of restraint, even as his grip on my breast tells a different story.

He grabbed my breasts hard, as if he would fall into the abyss if he didn’t. Then, his other hand traveled down further into my inner thigh, caressing my skin, arousing me further.

When his fingers slid lower, the air shifted. His touch grew slower, heavier, drawing sparks wherever his skin met mine. Every movement sent waves through me, sharp and addictive, until my body was trembling for more.

His lips moved down as well, in sync with his hand traveling between my legs. And when his mouth found the peak of my mound, he slid two fingers into my wetness while his other hand grabbed my breast hard, so hard it hurts.

"Nick..." I breathed his name like a secret, like a plea I couldn’t contain.

He lifted his head just enough for our eyes to meet. That wicked curve tugged at his lips again, the one that made my heart race and my body forget reason.

"Still want to play?" he murmured, his voice low, rough, dangerously amused.

I managed a breathless laugh before he sucked my peak—harder this time, deeper. The kind that consumed thought, that blurred pleasure with surrender until I couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began.

"Oh, ahh..." I moaned. It was pain and pleasure at the same time, and I want more of it. "N-Nick... Do it again," I said.

He smirked against my breast while his tongue was licking my nipple, "Greedy," he uttered, making me smile, together with the rolling of my eyes.

But my smile was suddenly cut when he pushed his fingers deep, his thumb rubbing my clit. His other hand pinched my nipple while his mouth sucked my breast like a hungry infant beast.

"Ahh!" I moaned loudly and quickly covered my mouth to muffle the sound.

I heard him chuckling, "Soundproof, remember?" he said before he moved, crawling downwards, to the place I want him the most.

Every nerve in my body tightened in anticipation, every breath suspended between want and need.

He eased my legs apart, his touch reverent yet possessive, as if he was unwrapping something sacred. The first brush of his lips against my skin was barely a kiss—just heat, breath, and a whisper of temptation. Each soft press drew a sigh from me, melting me under the slow rhythm of his worship.

His hands never stopped moving. One tracing path that left my body trembling and my mind scattering into fragments of want.

The other was moving slowly in and out of me while his thumb moved oh so deliciously. Every motion was deliberate, each stroke a slow descent into madness.

When he finally leaned closer, the warmth of his breath hit me first, followed by the kind of pleasure that made my heart stumble and my body arch in reflex.

His thumb was replaced by his slick, wet, warm tongue, flicking, licking my clit like I was a melting ice cream before him.

The world shrank to the sound of my breathing, shallow, uneven, desperate, and his low, muffled groan against my skin.

"Oh my God, N-Nick..." His name escaped me in broken syllables, a plea and a prayer tangled together.

My fingers found his hair, anchoring myself as waves of sensation crashed over me. My other hand clutched the armrest, desperate for something solid while he pulled me deeper, higher, until all I could do was surrender.

"Nick—ahh—please... I—I think I’m—"

The words tangled in my throat as the pleasure coiled tight inside me, sharp and dizzying. I was right at the edge when suddenly—he stopped.

My body jerked in protest, trembling, desperate for the release he’d so cruelly stolen away. He sat back, his body hovering over mine, his control burning hotter than any touch.

Then his hand slid to my throat—firm, commanding, but careful enough to make me melt instead of choking me completely. His eyes pinned me in place, dark and unrelenting.

"Not so fast, baby," he murmured, his voice a rough whisper that dripped authority and promise. "You will only come when I want to. And right now, I want to drive you into madness so that you will beg me to make you cum. "

His thumb brushed over my pulse, feeling it race beneath his fingers. "And when I finally decide to let you reach your climax, I want you to come so hard that you will reach the heavens above with trembling knees and pulsing pussy as you suck my cock deeper, milk me harder, and squirt for me like a fucking fountain that got destroyed and exploded."

The way he said it—dark, seductive, coated in lust—made my thoughts blur. Every word he said just made my brain imagine all those things and excited me in a way that I didn’t know I would from such lewd and filthy words.

Then, I felt it. While one of his hands grabbed my neck, preventing me from moving, pinning me into place. His other hand grabbed his cock and made it brush and slide over my soaking core and spreading my wetness all over my clit.

That left me aching for more. Just when I thought he was going to put his cock in, he won’t. He would graze it over my clit and then rub it a bit, sending jolts of electricity all over my body before doing it all over again. All the nerves I have in me were freaking alive and active.

It was a fucking sweet torture that was making me wetter and wetter, and I couldn’t take it any longer. I want his hard cock inside me right now!