Georgia's POV
"I knew it… you're fucking delicious," Nick growled, his words vibrating against my core.
Then his tongue slid inside me, deep and demanding. My fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as a loud, shameless moan tore out of me. "F–fuck, baby! That feels so good!"
He let go of one breast only to slide his hand lower, his fingers finding my clit. He rubbed me in hard, merciless circles while his tongue thrust into me, filling me in ways that made my whole body shudder.
Fire raced through every inch of me. My toes curled, my mind went hazy, and my insides clenched, aching desperately for more—aching for him to fill me completely.
"Nick… please," I gasped, my voice breaking with raw need. "I want more of you. I need you inside me."
He stood, towering over me, his chest heaving as he yanked off his shirt. His smirk was pure sin as his fingers worked at the buttons of his pants. "Then more you shall have," he teased, his voice rough, dark, playful.
