CHAPTER 277: KISS ME (4)

Georgia’s POV

"Nick! Stop teasing me!" The words tumbled out of me, breathless, edged with frustration. I couldn’t take any more of his games. The way he hovered just close enough to drive me insane, but never far enough to let me breathe.

He tilted his head, that infuriating smirk curving his lips. "Didn’t I tell you?" His voice was low, dangerous, soaked with amusement. "You get what I give you. Nothing more, nothing less."

He brushed against me again, slow and deliberate, like he wanted to test how far he could push before I broke. His control was infuriating and intoxicating.

He playfully patted his cock against my clit and smirked. "Well, look at that, you are so fucking wet for me."

He continued sliding his hardness against my dripping core and slit, coating his length with my wetness until he commanded, "Turn around."

My pulse stumbled. I obeyed, the movement unsteady, my body thrumming with impatience. Every nerve screamed for release, but he just stood there, watching, savoring the way I trembled under his gaze.

When I dared to look back, to see what was taking so long for him to put his cock inside me, he was smirking again, his eyes dark with mischief. "So impatient," he drawled, his tone dripping with wicked satisfaction.

I glared at him over my shoulder, voice sharp with need. "You’ve been tormenting me long enough. Either do something... or I’m walking out of here."

He laughed softly, the sound deep and low in his chest. "Feisty."

"You already made me so freaking wet, and now you’re going to make me wait? Put it in, or I am putting my clothes back," I dared to threaten.

Then, in a blink, his mood shifted, his playfulness turning to something darker. His hand slid down my spine, guiding me exactly where he wanted me.

Nick smiled and seemed to be enjoying my little threat. He moved closer and positioned his cock on my sheath, letting it touch my wetness. "Can I put it in your ass?"

My eyes went wide, and my brain just short-circuited. I think my soul also exploded and went out of my body.

"Fuck no! Absolutely not!" I said, and I was about to stand when his hands stopped me, keeping me in place, still on all fours.

"I’m kidding. Spread your legs for me. I’ll give you what you want, my love," he said.

My body reacted before my mind caught up. And when he finally closed the distance, the air left my lungs in a rush. The tension snapped, replaced by a rush of sensation so sharp it made me tilt my head back and gasp.

"Ahh... My God... So fucking good..." I uttered mindlessly, followed by continuous moans as he moved in and out of me.

"Happy now?" he asked.

What a ridiculous answer! Does he really have to ask when he can see me losing myself and moaning very loudly?

I managed a strangled laugh between breaths. "You really have to ask?"

His only reply was a smile, dangerous and utterly knowing, before he caught my chin and whispered, "Answer me or I’ll stop..."

What a jerk! A jerk that I love.

"Yes! I’m happy!" I exclaimed back.

"Good. Don’t forget who made you feel that way," he said before he slammed hard into me, making me scream as he did it over and over.

His voice was all command and steel when he said, "Stay still."

Every part of me wanted to move, to chase the next wave, but the edge in his tone made my muscles lock in place.

Nick hovered over me, his breath hot against my neck, his presence filling every inch of air. He didn’t need to raise his voice; the quiet authority in it stripped me bare more effectively than any touch.

"Look at me," he said.

I obeyed, turning just enough to meet his gaze. The control in his eyes was absolute—dark, unyielding, terrifyingly beautiful.

"Good girl," he murmured. The words slid through me like fire.

Every second he held me there, suspended between command and anticipation, the need inside me grew sharper, almost painful. My thoughts scattered until all that remained was instinct—the need to please, to yield, to surrender everything.

He leaned closer, his breath skimming my ear. "You don’t move until I tell you to. You don’t take without permission. Understand?"

"Yes," I whispered, my voice barely holding together.

"Say it louder."

"Yes, babe."

He moved faster but steadily, and the pressure inside me continued to build up. I could feel it so near yet so far. I tighten my walls, making Nick groan.

"Fuck, babe, you’re driving me insane!" he growled.

"Ahh... Baby... I’m so near... Please... Please don’t stop..." I begged, thinking he might deny me again.

"Don’t worry, I won’t." And when he said it, it was not just an empty promise.

He grabbed my right leg and lifted it slightly so his hand could reach my clit.

I gripped the armrest tight, trying to steady myself against the storm building inside me. He wanted me to lose control, to stop holding back, and for once, I was more than willing to give in. Forget the mess. Forget the world. Tonight, it was just us and the chaos we created together.

Nick’s rhythm was relentless, controlled yet wild. Every movement, every touch seemed designed to push me closer to the edge. It was as if he could read the pulse of my desire, adjusting with every breath I took.

The tension built fast—too fast. Heat unfurled deep inside me, sharp and bright, until I could barely breathe. My body trembled, every nerve alight, and when it finally broke, it was like a rush of fire sweeping through me.

I gasped his name as the wave hit, and even then, he didn’t stop—didn’t let me drift away. He moved with me, through me, prolonging the high until the world blurred at the edges.

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Esse