CHAPTER 144: EROTICA NOVEL (3)

Georgia’s POV

The moment he slipped another finger inside me, my soul nearly left my body. Pleasure ripped through me in sharp waves—so good, yet maddeningly not enough. My body screamed for more, for him.

"Nick... ahh... ahh..." I gasped, my back arching when his mouth moved to my breast. His tongue circled my nipple, teasing, licking, sucking with the kind of devotion that made me lose my mind.

"You like it when I suck your nipple, baby?" he asked against my skin, his voice smug, as if the frantic sounds spilling from my lips weren’t proof enough. But of course, he’s Nicholas Knight—the man who thrives on making me beg.

"Yes—yes, babe... put it in me, please..." The words tumbled out shamelessly, raw and desperate. I couldn’t take the torment anymore. I needed him, all of him, stretching me, filling me until I shattered.

"Why are you in such a hurry? You going somewhere?" His smirk deepened, that infuriating arrogance lighting his eyes.

Fuck! He was so damn annoying. Annoying and irresistible—the only man who could drive me crazy and make me crave him in the same breath.

"I... Nick... I can’t take it anymore!" I cried, frustration breaking free. Before he could react, I shoved him back against the mattress, catching him off guard. In one swift move, I straddled him.

And then—I took him. Hard, fast, deep. His cock stretched me open, filling me inch by glorious inch until my head fell back, my body trembling as fire licked through my veins.

"Oh... fuck!" The curse tore out of me as my walls clung desperately around him, every nerve lit up, every inch of me alive and burning.

"Ahh, baby... you’re such a pervert." His groan was pure sin. "I fucking love it!"

I glanced down at him through heavy lashes, but my mind was already gone, floating in some other universe as he pulsed deep inside me.

I took him to the hilt, so deep I swore my lungs had been kicked out of my chest.

Then his voice, low and commanding, cut through the haze: "So, baby... are you just going to sit pretty on my cock, or are you going to ride me? Because I seriously need you to move right now." He gave me a wicked wink, punctuating it with a deliberate twitch of his cock inside me.

The nerve of this man. No time to even breathe, no time to adjust—he wanted me moving, grinding, fucking him senseless.

And God help me, I wanted it too.

I started moving, slow at first, savoring the way his cock stretched and filled me. His lips parted as he bit down, head rolling back in sheer ecstasy. That reaction, raw and unguarded only fueled me to move faster, harder, desperate to drag out more of those sounds from him.

His fists twisted into the sheets the same way mine always did whenever he was the one fucking me senseless. Then his eyes locked on mine, and I swore I almost came just from that look alone. Lust. Hunger. Longing.

"You’re so fucking beautiful from this view, Georgia," he groaned, voice breaking with desire. "You’re like a goddess waiting to be worshipped."

A wicked smirk tugged at my lips. I bent down just enough to brush my tongue against his mouth, grinding my hips slowly and teasingly. "Really? And how do you plan to worship me then?" I teased, though the second I saw that devilish smile of his, regret shot down my spine.

In a blur, his strong arms wrapped tight around my waist, pinning me, flipping us with effortless dominance. My back hit the mattress, and his body caged me in, heat radiating from him as if he owned the air I breathed.

"I’ll worship you," he growled, eyes blazing, "by fucking you straight to heaven... like this."

And then he slammed into me—hard, deep, unforgiving. I gasped, no—screamed—as pleasure and pain collided into one devastating strike.

"AHH! Nick!" My cry ripped through the room. My breath vanished, my chest burned, and I swore my heart forgot how to beat as he did it again, driving deeper, harder, until my body shook beneath him.

Oh, fucking gods... I was unraveling fast, every nerve in me screaming, my body teetering on the edge of sweet oblivion. If he kept this up, I was going to faint... or combust. Maybe both.

"It’s so soft and warm inside you... Fuck, baby, you feel so good. Your pussy’s clenching me so hard," Nick whispered against my ear, his voice rough, almost broken. I wanted to respond, to tell him how much I needed him—but all I could do was moan.

He felt too damn good inside me. No matter how many times we did this, I knew I’d never get enough of him.

Then, without slowing his thrusts, he pushed himself up, looming over me. His thumb found my clit and rubbed in slow, deliberate circles, and I cried out, arching against him.

"Damn... you’re soaked, dripping all over me. Such a pretty, greedy pussy you have... sucking me deeper every time," he groaned, watching the way I writhed under him.

His words were filthy, shamelessly obscene—but fuck, they lit me up even more. The wetter I got, the more he teased me with that cocky grin, and I hated how much I loved it.

"How does it feel when I’m inside you, rubbing your clit like this?" he asked, voice low and taunting.

Gods, I wanted to smack that smug look off his face. He already knew what it did to me!

"G–Good... ahhh..." I managed to whimper, though the word barely held any weight under my moans.

"Only good?" His tone dropped darker, his hand moving faster, rougher, sending sparks shooting through my body. "What about when I rub it like this?"

And then—fuck—my entire body snapped. The pleasure detonated, my soul tearing apart at the seams as I screamed, "AHH! FUCK! NICK!"

My climax ripped through me violently, and I squirted all over him when he pulled his cock out, leaving me wrecked and trembling, desperate for more.

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