Georgia's POV
The moment I took him into my mouth, Nick's hands flew to my head. His grip tightened as if he'd been holding back for too long.
God, it was hard to fit him in—literally. My lips stretched wide, jaw already aching, but I didn't stop. I didn't want to disappoint him. I wanted to make him lose control.
He threw his head back with a deep, guttural moan as my tongue curled around his thick length.
"Fuckkk…" he growled, voice rough and trembling.
I tried to take more of him, pushed deeper, but my mouth could only handle so much. I hadn't even managed a quarter, and it already felt like I was reaching my limit.
My hands slid in to take over what my mouth couldn't reach. Then I started moving—slow, gentle strokes, building rhythm.
Nick hissed. Moaned. Cursed. His grip on my hair tightened, and I could feel the tension in his thighs, the way he barely resisted the urge to thrust. He was holding back for me. But he didn't want to.
And I… I wanted to give him everything.
