Georgia's POV
Without wasting another second, he grabbed the base of his cock and guided himself to my entrance. He pushed in slowly, just the tip, then pulled back. Over and over. It was maddening—sweet torture that made my hips chase his every retreat.
I needed him deep. Now.
He said he wouldn't be gentle this time, but he was still treating me like I'd break. His restraint was obvious, and it only made me crave the storm I knew he was holding back.
Then he moved.
Nick grabbed both my legs, pushed them toward my chest, then caught my wrists and made me hold onto them.
"Don't let go," he ordered, with so much desire in his voice and eyes.. "Keep holding yourself open while I fuck you."
My breath hitched. His eyes, dark and searing, burned through me.
He slid one hand behind my neck and pulled me forward until my face hovered above where we were joined.
"Watch," he growled. "Keep your eyes on how I fuck you. See how deep I go inside that tight cunt."
