CHAPTER 60: SAY IT AGAIN (2)

Georgia’s POV

"Say it again, step by step. I want to hear it in detail, baby..."

In detail?!!!

I wanted to scream. Cry. Beg. All at once. My body was already soaked with desire, trembling from the inside out, and the man standing in front of me? He was tearing down every wall I’d built—one smirk, one touch, one question at a time.

Still, I hesitated.

And in that pause, he leaned in slowly, calculated, and dragged his tongue across my lips before placing the softest kiss—just enough to ignite the craving, not enough to satisfy it.

"Do you like me kissing you?" he asked, voice low and teasing.

Seriously? That was the easiest question in the world.

"I do..." I breathed, grabbing his face and pulling him in. "Kiss me more."

I just can’t hold it anymore... I want him badly.

He grinned, pure amusement on his lips. "My pleasure."

Then his mouth crashed into mine—hot, wild, consuming. His tongue slid into me with a hunger that matched my own, tasting me like I was the only dessert he wanted in the world.

"Next?" he asked between kisses, lips brushing mine, breath hot and erratic.

"Touch me," I whispered. "The way you like it."

"Where?"

I took his left hand and brought it to my chest, pressing it firmly against my breast. "Here."

"Good girl..." he growled, then squeezed hard, his thumb grazing my nipple before rolling it between his fingers.

"Mmm..." I moaned into his mouth, my body arching into his touch as the ache between my thighs deepened. He flicked, pinched, teased—driving me mad with every motion, every sound of his breath catching in his throat.

"What do you want next, baby?" he asked, voice gravelly, eyes dark and wild.

I could feel the length of him... hard and hot, pressing into my stomach, and something bold inside me snapped free.

"Suck it," I said without thinking, without shame. My bravery had returned like a spark lighting a fuse.

"Yes, ma’am," he murmured, a wicked smile spreading across his face.

He bent down immediately, wrapping his lips around one nipple and sucking hard. Then the other, licking, biting, teasing... making sure they both got the attention they deserved.

And I? I was already at my limit.

"Task done... What should I do next?" he asked, his voice dark and teasing, lips still glistening from the last sinful thing he did to me.

I placed both hands on his shoulders and gently pushed him down—lower. Then, with a surge of confidence I didn’t know I had left, I tangled my fingers into his hair and pulled him toward me. Closer. Right where I needed him.

"I’m dying for you to lick my pussy, Captain," I said, my voice sharper than I expected. "Now do it."

Holy shit!!!

Did I really just say that?!

The words had flown out of my mouth like I was some seductress plucked out of a fantasy, but deep down? I was screaming. Nervous. Trembling inside. But it was too late to take it back—so I owned it.

I pulled him forward, guiding his mouth to the place between my thighs that was throbbing for him, wet and aching with need.

He looked up at me with that devastating grin of his. "I’d love to."

Then he dove in.

His face disappeared between my legs as his tongue slid against me with a precision that made my knees buckle. One hard, sensual stroke—then another. My head snapped back as the pleasure hit me in waves.

My eyes rolled shut. My breath caught. My body writhed.

"Oh, fuck..." I gasped, my voice unraveling into a string of moans I couldn’t control.

Whatever his tongue was made of—it wasn’t human. It had to be from a fiction novel that came to life.

It circled, flicked, plunged, licked... like he was both worshiping and devouring me at the same time.

And I was already coming undone.

"Oh my god, Nick—ahh!" I cried out, my legs trembling beneath me.

One hand gripped the tree for support, the other stayed tangled in his hair, grounding me as my entire body began to break down. I could barely stand. My knees had turned to jelly, my thighs shaking with every stroke of his tongue.

He was licking me like a man starved—feasting on me, worshipping me. And I never wanted him to stop.

Every flick of his tongue sent jolts of pleasure coursing through my body—his mouth was relentless. He circled my clit, teased my folds, dipped into my entrance, then back up again, over and over until I thought I’d lose my mind.

"Fuck... fuck, fuck! Nick—fuck me. Fuck me now!" I gasped, barely recognizing my own voice—it came out wild, raw, desperate.

I didn’t even see him move.

One moment, I was moaning against the tree... the next, I was in his arms.

He lifted me with ease—his strong arms hooking beneath my thighs, hands gripping my ass as if I belonged there. And honestly? In that moment, I did. I am his, his willing prey.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, clutching onto him like my life depended on it.

"Hold on tight, baby," he growled against my ear. "Because what I’m about to do to you? You’re not ready for it."

My heart pounded violently in my chest.

Damn! I am excited!

"I’m going to fuck you deep," he whispered, voice thick with desire. "I’m going to make you bounce on my cock until you forget your own name. And even when you beg me to stop— I won’t. Because today... I’m going to ruin you in the best way. You’ll remember this for the rest of your life."

I couldn’t even speak—I just stared at him, breathless.

Then—he thrust in.

"Ahh! My god—ahhh!" I screamed, my head snapping back as his cock filled me in one smooth, hard motion.

He didn’t wait. He didn’t give me time to think. His body took over, slamming into me with a rhythm so fierce, so perfectly timed with every roll of his hips, I thought I might shatter into pieces.

And all I could do was hold on and feel everything.