Georgia's POV
My hunger for him only grew with each passing day—raw, insatiable, almost animalistic. It was like there was a part of me only he could reach, only he could satisfy.
I gripped his hair and pulled him away from my soaked core, breathless and aching. My lips trembled as I looked him in the eye.
"Nick… fuck me," I demanded, my voice low and desperate. "Erase everything—everything about Raymond. Make me forget. Take me now. Hard."
The way his eyes darkened sent a thrill through me. Then came that wicked smirk—the one that always promised I'd be ruined in the best way possible.
"Always my pleasure, baby," he growled, then slid inside me in one slow, agonizing thrust.
I watched—my eyes locked on where we were connected. I watched his cock disappear into me, again and again, his rhythm torturously slow and unbearably erotic.
"You like what you see, baby?" His voice was rough, filled with lust.
