Georgia's POV
Nick didn't answer me. He just smirked, eyes dark and full of heat as he stared me down—like a predator savoring the moment before he pounces.
My gaze dipped on its own, dragging lower, landing exactly where the madness started.
And there it was—standing tall and unapologetically proud.
I swallowed hard.
God, even now, I still couldn't wrap my head around how that thick, massive thing actually fit inside me. Every. Inch. Of it. How it managed to fill me so deeply, stretch me to the brink—and yet leave me craving more.
I licked my lips without thinking, and I knew I was caught the moment his hand wrapped around his length in a slow, deliberate stroke, as if offering it to me.
"Hungry?" he asked, voice low and amused.
That's when it hit me—I'd been staring way too long.
My gaze snapped back to his, and there it was—that look. So smug, so sure of himself.
