CHAPTER 375: BON VOYAGE (6)

Georgia’s POV

It was too much, too intense, and just before he completely unraveled, Nick pulled out with a desperate groan, grabbing my face and capturing my lips in a wild, hungry kiss. His breath mingled with mine, hot and ragged.

"Damn, baby... I almost came," he murmured against my lips, still panting. His thumb brushed my cheek as he searched my eyes. "You okay?"

I nodded, though my lungs were burning and my body still trembling.

But inside me?

I wasn’t done. Not even close.

I wanted more.

And I could feel, so did he.

I let a slow smile curl on my lips. "Do me in doggy?"

Nick’s low chuckle vibrated through my chest. "That’s my girl... turn around."

I bit my lip, teasing, "Because I knew you wanted that."

His answering smirk was pure evil.

I got on all fours, positioning myself, and Nick didn’t hesitate, not even a heartbeat. He slid into me in one smooth, hungry thrust.

"Ahh! Nick, warn me!" I gasped, gripping the sheets.

He laughed softly and leaned over, kissing the curve of my shoulder. "Sorry... couldn’t help it. I got too excited." Then his voice dropped, dark and full of promise. "Hold on tight, love. I’m doing you hard."

And he meant every word.

His pace was ruthless, each thrust pushing me forward, pulling me right back into him. My body jolted with every strike, pleasure running up my spine like electricity.

In just a few pounding thrusts, heat started coiling deep inside me again, fierce and fast.

"B-Babe, slow down," I panted, barely holding myself up. "You’re gonna make me come again..."

"Then let go," he growled behind me. "I want you to."

"What?! Nick, you’re, ahh... insane!"

"Oh, yes," he said, voice shaking with desire as he slammed into me harder, deeper.

"I’m insane for you, Georgia."

Then he quickened his pace again, relentless, intoxicating, and I felt myself spiraling, uncontrollably, beautifully, toward another blinding high.

Then, it happened. My orgasm hit me like a shockwave.

"Nick, Nick... oh God—!" I cried out as my climax tore through me, my legs trembling violently as my walls clamped around him without mercy.

But Nick didn’t slow down.

He didn’t even consider stopping.

A deep, guttural groan came from his chest as he tightened his grip around my waist, pulling me flush against him so I couldn’t move an inch.

"Fuck, Georgia... don’t you dare run from me," he growled, voice raw and desperate.

My entire body convulsed, collapsing forward if not for his grip holding me up, holding me in place, while pleasure shattered me in waves so strong I almost sobbed.

"N-Nick! I-I can’t—" I gasped, my voice shaking.

"Yes, you can," he rasped, thrusting harder, faster, chasing his own high. "You feel too damn good, so tight, so fucking wet, baby, I’m losing my mind."

My climax kept pulsing through me, stretching on endlessly as he continued pounding into me, relentless, greedy, hungry.

Every thrust jolted through my overstimulated body, mixing pleasure and ache and need until I didn’t know where one ended and the other began.

He groaned, deeper this time, like he was right on the edge.

His fingers dug into my waist as his pace turned frantic, unrestrained.

"Georgia, shit, don’t stop clenching like that— I’m... fuck—"

My walls squeezed him again and again, still riding the tail end of my orgasm, and he growled like he was breaking apart.

"Baby—" he warned, breath hot and ragged behind me, hips slamming into mine with desperate precision.

He was right there.

Right at the edge.

Barely holding on.

And he wasn’t letting go until he took every last ounce of pleasure from both of us.

My arms gave out first.

One moment, Nick was holding my waist tight... and the next, our slick, sweaty skin slid apart, and I collapsed face-first onto the mattress with a breathless thud.

"Shit, Georgia—" Nick hissed, not from concern... but from pure, feral frustration that I’d slipped out of his grasp.

I barely had time to breathe before he moved.

In one swift motion, his hands were on my legs, flipping me onto my back like I weighed nothing. My hair fanned out beneath me, my chest rising and falling wildly as he hovered over me, his body hot, his muscles trembling, eyes dark with a hunger that made my pulse explode.

"You’re not getting away from me," he growled, voice low and wrecked.

"Nick—" was all I managed before he slid into me again in one deep, claiming thrust.

My back arched off the bed, a strangled moan leaving my throat as my hands flew to his shoulders, gripping, clawing, desperate. He felt impossibly hard, impossibly deep, filling me completely until I couldn’t think straight.

"Look at me," he demanded softly, forehead almost touching mine.

I did.

And the moment our eyes locked, he began to move.

Slow at first, just enough for me to feel every inch of him.

Then harder.

Faster.

His hips slamming against mine, his breath ragged against my ear, the bed rocking beneath us as he pounded me over and over, like he was trying to memorize every part of my body from the inside out.

"God, Georgia... you’re so perfect... so fucking perfect..." he groaned, his voice shaking as sweat dripped down his temple onto my cheek.

I held onto him, shoulders, back, anywhere I could anchor myself, as heat built inside me again. Too fast. Too strong. Too much.

"Nick... I can’t— I just—" I gasped.

"Yes, you can," he breathed against my lips. "Give it to me... come for me again, baby..."

His hips snapped harder, deeper, hitting the spot that ripped me open every single time.

My nails dragged along his back, my legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him impossibly closer.

And then—

"Ahh! NICK!" I screamed as my third orgasm slammed into me.

My whole body convulsed, my vision blurred, my legs shaking uncontrollably as pleasure detonated through my core. Nick cursed, loud and broken, as my walls tightened around him again, clenching, milking him with every pulse of my climax.

"Fuck! Georgia, baby... I’m—" His voice cracked.

His thrusts turned frantic, desperate, losing rhythm entirely as he chased his release. He buried his face in my neck, groaning against my skin.

"I’m coming... shit.... I’m coming—"

With a final, deep, shuddering thrust, he pushed as far inside me as he could go and let go completely.

His hot release spilled into me as he moaned my name like a prayer and a surrender all at once.

We came together, hard, messy, breathless, clinging to each other as if the world didn’t exist.

And for several long, trembling seconds... there was no yacht, no ocean, no stars.

Just Nick.

Just me.

Just us.

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