CHAPTER 293: KEEP EATING (3)

Georgia’s POV

"Mmm..." The sound escaped me the moment Nick deepened the kiss and added another finger inside me. His mouth was demanding, claiming, desperate in a way that matched the pounding of my pulse.

Every time his fingers moved, every drag of his breath against mine, sent another shiver rolling down my spine. My fingers clung to him. First his shoulder, then the back of his neck, as if holding him tighter could steady me through the storm he was building inside me.

He moved faster, his touch more insistent, and I could feel every nerve in my body light up. My mind blurred, slipping into that sweet, dizzy haze where nothing else existed but the friction of his hands and the heat between us. I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe—only feel.

"Nick..." I whispered his name like a plea, my voice already trembling. "S-slow down—N-Not too fast, babe..."

He paused just enough to look at me, eyes burning, his breath uneven. "Why, love?" His tone was deep, teasing, his lips brushing my jaw. "You don’t like it?"

The smirk that followed told me he already knew the answer.

"I do," I breathed, barely able to speak through the waves running through me. "But not here... not like this. It’s messy and—" My words tangled into a helpless sound as he moved again, slower now, drawing a low whimper from me.

His smile widened, wicked and beautiful all at once. "You worry too much," he whispered, tracing his lips along my collarbone. "You should just let me take care of you."

That voice, rough and coaxing, made it impossible to resist him. My body arched toward his touch before I even realized I was moving.

When I tried to push him back, my hands landed weakly on his chest, and he caught them easily, guiding them above my head. He slowly lay me on the table with his fingers still thrusting in and out of me.

. The simple motion left me completely open beneath him, my heart pounding so loud I could barely hear anything else.

"Don’t hold back," he murmured, his mouth brushing against my ear. "Just feel me."

With my hands pinned above my head, and Nick’s hand between my legs, I couldn’t do anything anymore but to surrender.

The world dissolved into heat. The air between us was thick with it; every breath we shared was an invitation to fall deeper. My skin tingled under his touch, his rhythm relentless but precise, like he knew exactly how far to push me and how much to make me beg for more.

"Nick—please..." I gasped, not even sure what I was begging for anymore.

He hushed me with a kiss, deep and consuming, swallowing my moan as his movements became more possessive, faster. My entire body trembled, my muscles tightening in a rush that built and built until I could barely hold it in.

As the pressure in me built up fast, I felt Nick’s mouth close on one of my peaks. His tongue circling, teasing my nipple, adding to the intensity happening to my body.

"Fuck! Baby! I’m coming!" I exclaimed.

When I finally broke, it wasn’t quiet. It was raw and uncontrollable—like the air itself had shattered around us. I clung to him, shaking, breathing him in as the world came back in fragments—his scent, his voice, the faint chuckle that vibrated against my skin.

He sucked my nipple hard; it made me arch my back, and shortly after, I squirted so hard. I heard water splashing out from me as my legs convulsed uncontrollably, my walls pulsing so strongly that it was almost locking his fingers inside me.

"See? Felt good, right?" he whispered near my ear, his breath warm and ragged. "Told you to trust me."

I was still catching my breath, my heartbeat pounding so hard it echoed in my ears, when Nick finally drew back. His hand slipped away, and for a moment, the world was just silence and the sound of our uneven breathing. Then I looked up—and saw that familiar, maddening smile tugging at his lips.

"I told you it would be messy," I said, rolling my eyes at him, though my body was still trembling from what just happened.

He chuckled, glancing down at himself, completely unbothered. His gray pants were darkened, wet... Evidence of just how far things had gone.

"Oh no," I gasped, half-laughing. "Look what you’ve done." I reached for the tissue box on the table, still trying to gather myself.

But before I could, his hand caught my wrist. "Don’t worry about that," he said, his voice roughened with heat. "I have spare clothes in my office. What you should be worrying about..." He leaned in, his eyes locking on mine. "Is what I’m going to do next."

The way he said it made my stomach flip. Every word was a promise, every look a dare.

He moved closer, closing the small distance between us, and the air seemed to thicken around us.

He then pushed down his already unzipped pants, and I watched him release his caged beast. He stroked it as if telling his pet, ’You’re a good boy’.

I raised an eyebrow, seeing how big and hard he already was. I could already imagine how good it will feel inside me.

I tried to speak, some witty remark, anything, but my voice vanished the second his mouth found mine again.

The kiss was different this time, slower, deeper, but no less consuming. He pressed me back onto the table, his body warm and solid against mine, his hands tracing down the curve of my waist before skimming lower.

My breath hitched, a helpless sound leaving me as he continued exploring. Each movement was like ecstasy, every touch filled with purpose.

When his lips left mine, they trailed lower down my neck, over the rise of my chest, lingering long enough to make me shiver, before moving further still. I could barely keep up with the rush of sensation, my body arching instinctively toward him, desperate for more.

"Nick..." My voice broke on his name, half-moan, half-plea.

He didn’t answer. He didn’t need to. His pace, his touch, the heat radiating from him said everything he wanted me to know.

He grabbed my legs and parted them widely before his tongue flicked my clit, which was still sensitive from my previous orgasm.

My fingers tangled in his hair, my back arched off the table, my body responding before my mind could even catch up. Every sound that left me was his name, every breath a surrender.

"Ahh! Nick..." I moaned and moaned, over and over again. I lost count of how many times I have uttered lewd words at how good he was making me feel.

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