Georgia's POV
Everything around me was blurring, like the world itself was fading, except for the man in front of me.
Nick was true to his promise.
He held me with effortless strength, lifting me up and down on his hard cock like I weighed nothing, making me bounce as he thrust deeper, harder, deeper again.
His grip was sure, his rhythm brutal and perfect. And God… those arms, hard as stone and wrapped in tension—were sculpted from hours of strength and discipline in the gym. I could feel it every time I touched them, every time I clung to him.
I didn't know where to place my hands, his shoulders, his neck, his back; every inch of him was burning hot. But nothing grounded me. The pleasure was so intense I needed to grab something, grip something, or I'd lose my mind.
It was overwhelming. Almost too much. I swear I was going to die from this. Die from the way he moved inside me, like he knew exactly how to unfold every last piece of me.
