CHAPTER 388: LIGHTHOUSE (2)

Georgia’s POV

I swear my soul left my body the moment Nick spread my legs and devoured me like he’d been starving for days. There was something about him, this perfect mix of rough hunger and devastating tenderness that made every nerve in me ignite.

He had pulled me so close to the edge of the table that I had no choice but to cling to it, fingers curling tight just to keep myself from sliding off. His hands wrapped around my thighs, pushing them wide, lifting them higher, opening me up completely for him.

I couldn’t hide.

I couldn’t pretend modesty.

I couldn’t even form a coherent thought.

All I could do was surrender because my legs were trembling, my mouth could only spill out breathless, lewd sounds, and my mind was already a mess.

When he finally let my legs go, they fell onto his shoulders automatically, because otherwise I would’ve collapsed. His palms moved up to my breasts, kneading them with a greedy, worshipful rhythm. He pinched and rolled my nipples like he knew exactly how to pull out every whimper from my throat.

And through it all, his mouth never left my throbbing, dripping core.

Not once.

Pleasure punched through me in waves so intense I felt lightheaded, almost delirious, as if I could faint from the sheer force of it.

My grip on the table slipped, my hands flying straight into his hair and shoulder. "N-Nick... t-too much..." I choked out, voice shaking, body arching.

But even as I said it, I knew the truth—

I didn’t want him to stop.

If I didn’t stop him right then, I swear I would’ve actually passed out from the pleasure. My vision was already flickering at the edges.

Thankfully—miraculously—Nick listened.

He released me with one last slow, devastating stroke of his tongue and gently guided my body upward, sliding me toward the sturdier end of the table.

I was still gasping, chest rising and falling like I’d run a marathon... and then I felt him.

The thick, hard length of him pushed inside my swollen, aching pussy in one smooth, deliberate motion.

"Oh my God..." My back arched, my lips parted, and my eyes rolled back like I had no control over my own body anymore.

I heard his low chuckle, deep, satisfied, wicked, before he began to move.

"You’re so fucking wet, baby... feels unreal, this is heaven," he murmured against my throat as he thrust slowly, so painfully slow my entire body trembled, my slickness coating every inch of him.

"M-Move faster..." I gasped, almost begging. The slow drag of him felt heavenly, but it only made me crave more. Harder. Deeper. Now.

"You want it faster?" he teased, voice rough with desire. "But I like it slow... I like feeling how tight you get when I go deep. Like your pussy doesn’t want to let me go."

His tone, dark, curious, almost like he was studying me, like a science experiment, and he’s enjoying every second of it. The thought made heat rush through my entire body.

"Stop teasing me and just do it!" I snapped breathlessly, grabbing his hands with shaky hands.

Nick chuckled, the sound sinful. "So impatient, my love. We’re not in a hurry... Let me enjoy you."

And then he sank in... deeper... and deeper... and deeper, until his hips were flush to mine, until I felt completely filled, stretched, owned.

"Ahh! Babe!" I cried out, my walls clenching involuntarily, hugging him so tight I could barely breathe.

Nick’s breath hitched. He moaned, raw, unfiltered, and hissed, "F–fuck. Georgia..."

His hand clamped around my hip.

"Your pussy is so tight... you’re swallowing me deeper," he groaned, voice breaking. "You’re gonna make me cum way too fast."

He suddenly pulled out, leaving me empty, aching, and wrapped his hand around his cock, tapping the thick length against my swollen slit. The wet, obscene sound echoed in the unfinished lighthouse.

"Damn..." he muttered, jaw clenching as he shook his head. "I almost lost control."

The loss of him inside me felt like torture. A hollow, desperate ache spread through my core.

"Put it back," I breathed out, soft, needy, embarrassingly close to a plea.

His eyes darkened instantly. That wicked, sinful smirk curled on his lips as he leaned closer.

"You want my cock that bad?" he teased, voice deep and gravelly, dripping with masculine arrogance.

I rolled my eyes—but god, I was desperate. "Yes," I said, unashamed, my voice low and sultry. "I want it. I want you inside me... Baby, come inside me. Please."

I watched his throat bob as he swallowed hard, watching him lose his composure because of me, which sent a hot shiver through my body.

"Shit, Georgia," he rasped, his voice almost breaking. "You’re driving me insane."

And then— With one swift, savage thrust, he slammed his hard cock back inside me, burying himself all the way to the hilt.

A scream tore from my throat before I could stop it.

"Ah—oh fuck! Nick... ahh!"

He didn’t hold back anymore.

Every bit of restraint evaporated as he gripped my hips and drove into me with a force and hunger that made my mind go blank.

He unleashed everything, every ounce of pent-up desire, every dark, primal instinct, and the way he moved told me exactly what he wanted.

To torment me in the most delicious, unforgettable way.

The moment Nick pushed back into me, something inside him snapped, something wild and hungry he had been trying so hard to restrain. His breath shuddered against my neck as he leaned closer, his body trembling with the effort of holding himself together.

"Georgia..." he whispered like a confession, like a man begging for strength he no longer had. "I can’t... I can’t slow down anymore."

His forehead touched mine, breaths colliding, heat melting the space between us as he started moving with a rhythm that was deliberate, deep, consuming. Not too fast, at least not yet, but with a rising urgency that made my heart race and my fingers curl around the edge of the table.