CHAPTER 307: SEE WHAT I SEE (3)

Georgia’s POV

Nick’s movements were swift and sure—the kind that always made my pulse excited. His shirt was gone in seconds, and his pants followed, tossed aside carelessly until there was nothing left between us but air and desire.

"Move a little," I murmured, urging him sideways until we both came into view in the mirror. The sight alone—his gaze locked on mine, the reflection of us standing so close, so bare—sent a shiver down my spine.

I turned my head slightly to see myself before I opened my mouth and swallowed him up. The look on his face, the mix of restraint and surrender, made me smile.

I watched him hiss and roll his head back before his hand rested on my head, as I started to move up and down his cock. My right hand covered the part of his length that my mouth couldn’t reach.

He drew in a sharp breath, his fingers threading through my hair as I teased him with deliberate rhythm, my pace unhurried but full of intent. The sound of his voice, the way he whispered my name between soft curses, only made me want to push him further.

"Baby..." he groaned, voice low and strained. His hands gripped tighter, his body reacting faster than his mind could control. I could feel the tremor in him—the edge between control and complete abandon.

My other hand grabbed his balls gently and made my fingers rub underneath them. I felt him grip my hair hard, and in the mirror I saw him part his mouth.

"Fucking hell! Baby, that’s so good, fuck so good!" Nick cursed as I focused on what I was doing.

I kept moving my head up and down while twirling my tongue against his hardness, licking underneath his head, and tracing his veins while my hands were busy stroking him.

Nick kept on moaning and cursing. Both his hands held my head, and his hips started moving, pushing into my mouth deeper.

I tried hard and did my best not to gag, but it was impossible. He was big and too aroused to even control himself, thrusting into my mouth.

I pulled away and coughed after he lost control and made a one hard push.

He let out a rough laugh, brushing his thumb against my lips. "Damnit! I’m so sorry. I lost control. You’re making me lose my mind he said as he leaned over to check on me.

"God, you’re dangerous," he added, his tone husky, half-admiring, half-wrecked.

"Then maybe you should stop underestimating me," I teased, still catching my breath. "I’m fine, babe. It’s just that you’re so big, it’s a monster cock, really," I said, making him chuckle.

His answering grin was wicked. "Oh, I won’t make that mistake again."

He took my wrists gently but firmly, guiding me up until we were standing chest-to-chest. Then he turned me toward the mirror.

"Now," he whispered, voice dropping low enough to make my whole body tremble, "Let me show you what this monster cock can do."

His hand found the small of my back, firm and commanding, and before I could react, he guided me forward until I was bent over in front of the full-size mirror.

A soft gasp escaped me as my palms pressed against the mirror. I met my own reflection—flushed cheeks, parted lips—and behind me, Nick’s gaze burned into mine.

He trailed his fingers along my sides, teasing, testing, until every inch of me trembled in anticipation of what he was about to do.

I felt him position his cock between my legs. He rubs it against my wetness before pushing it in.

"Ahh... Oh my God... Nick..." I moaned while looking at our reflection in the mirror with him behind me.

He grabbed my hips, pulled me towards him, and pushed deeper, making me open my mouth and release a voiceless moan.

"Is this what you like?" he murmured, before giving me a sudden thrust, making me moan hard. At the same time, he growled low and deep, which sent shivers down my spine.

I could barely speak, the words catching in my throat. "Just... slow," I whispered, but even as I said it, I knew he would not listen, ever, when it comes to this.

His breath brushed the back of my neck, his restraint hanging by a thread. "You make it impossible to be slow," he said against my skin, each word vibrating through me.

"How can I go slow, baby, when you are so fucking wet that going in and out of you was so smooth and feels so good. It makes me want to pound you hard and destroy your pussy. It is so hard to control myself when you are like this," Nick said.

Our eyes locked again in the mirror—his were filled with hunger, mine glazed with need—and then everything blurred into movement, heat, and sound. The rhythm between us built, deep and consuming, until I lost all sense of control.

"I can’t... Ahh!" I was about to protest more, but Nick didn’t let me.

Somewhere in that reflection, I saw a version of myself I didn’t recognize—reckless, alive, completely his.

And that’s when I knew... I was doomed for the night.

He started moving fast and steadily, making me lose control of my speech. All I could do was utter curses, filthy words, and lewd moans.

"So deep... Ahh... babe..." I said as I watched myself in the mirror bounce back and forth against Nick’s body behind me.

He was watching me and enjoying the awkward expression on my face as he moved in and out of me.

He grabbed my arms and placed them on my back before increasing his speed. My bobbs bounced in sync with his thrusting. It was too much that I was already on tiptoe, and even my feet were rising from the floor as he kept pounding me.

And then, there it was again. That delicious pressure was building inside me as Nick hit the perfect spot that could make me lose my sanity.

"D-Don’t stop..." I said, and I saw him smirk.

I met his gaze in the mirror and said, "I’m coming, baby, please..."

"Good, because I can’t hold it any longer as well. Cum for me, love," Nick said. He drew my arms toward him, pulling me upright until my back met his chest.

His other hand reached for my clit and rubbed it fast. He has one goal in mind, and that is to make me explode while he is inside.

"Nick!" I shouted out his name when the pressure inside me exploded and my walls started beating hard, hugging him in a tight, steady embrace while sucking him deeper inside, towards my endless depth.

"Ahh... Fuck!" Nick groaned, and I felt hot, spurting liquid inside me as he stopped moving and buried himself deeper inside me, reaching my soul.

We looked at each other in the mirror, both panting, both satisfied, and both drowning in love and desire that we feel for each other. Something that we both never want to end ever in this lifetime and the next.

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