Claim Me Captain! I'm Addicted to You!
Chapter 42: Let’s Make It Real (3)

Chapter 42: Let’s Make It Real (3)

Georgia’s POV

The moment I took him into my mouth, Nick’s hands flew to my head. His grip tightened as if he’d been holding back for too long.

God, it was hard to fit him in—literally. My lips stretched wide, jaw already aching, but I didn’t stop. I didn’t want to disappoint him. I wanted to make him lose control.

He threw his head back with a deep, guttural moan as my tongue curled around his thick length.

"Fuckkk..." he growled, voice rough and trembling.

I tried to take more of him, pushed deeper, but my mouth could only handle so much. I hadn’t even managed a quarter, and it already felt like I was reaching my limit.

My hands slid in to take over what my mouth couldn’t reach. Then I started moving—slow, gentle strokes, building rhythm.

Nick hissed. Moaned. Cursed. His grip on my hair tightened, and I could feel the tension in his thighs, the way he barely resisted the urge to thrust. He was holding back for me. But he didn’t want to.

And I... I wanted to give him everything.

Still, I couldn’t take him deeper. He was just too big.

I kept bobbing my head, licking and sucking with every ounce of effort I had. My jaw throbbed, but I didn’t care. I wanted to feel him come undone.

Finally, I pulled back, gasping for air, but I didn’t stop stroking him. My hand moved up and down his slick, pulsing cock—and that’s when I looked up.

He was staring at me like a man possessed.

It sent shivers down my spine. Not fear—excitement. Raw, electric anticipation.

Nick reached for me, grabbed my wrist, and pulled my hand away from his cock. His eyes burned as he guided me back to the makeshift bed. Then he crashed his lips onto mine—hot, hungry, and completely unrestrained.

Nick hovered above me, his gaze dark and ravenous. He nudged my legs apart with his knees, settling between them like he belonged there. His hands were relentless—roaming over my body, setting me ablaze with every touch.

He cupped my breast, kneading it firmly before sliding his hand down between my thighs. His fingers found my clit and rubbed with fast, willful circles that made my back arch and my breath hitch.

"Nick... I... I want you..." The words tumbled from my lips before I could stop them—and God, the way his eyes burned when he heard it made my heart race.

He dragged his fingers down to my dripping entrance, teasing it just enough to make me whimper. Then he lifted one of my legs and pressed it up toward my chest.

"Keep it there," he growled, voice low and razor-sharp. "You better be ready, Georgia... because the moment my cock touches your pussy, there’s no turning back. Even if you beg me to stop—I won’t. I’ll tie you down and fuck you until you faint. I can’t hold back anymore. I’ve reached my fucking limit. Do you understand me?"

His words hit me like lightning—dark, threatening, and impossibly hot. My pulse throbbed between my legs as I bit my lower lip and nodded. There was no fear in me... only want. Only him.

His tone had shifted into full command—raw and dominant, just like the Captain he was. And fuck, I never thought being spoken to like that could drive me so wild.

He adjusted his legs, leaning into his left side while his right hand wrapped around his cock. Slowly, he guided it down, letting the tip slide against my soaked clit, then down to my entrance... until finally—finally—he pressed in.

He pushed in slowly, and I gasped—my brows knit tight, fingers digging into his arms for something to hold on to. I could feel the sheer size of him, his thick head breaching me inch by inch, stretching me open in a way I never thought possible.

My breath hitched, then broke into a moan. The pain was sharp, piercing, but wrapped with something else—something wickedly electric.

"Ahh! Nick! Wait! Sto—"

But his mouth crashed into mine, swallowing my cries, silencing the protest I barely meant. I whimpered into his kiss, overwhelmed. My hands went to his chest to push him back, but he caught them easily and pinned them above my head.

I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. He was massive—too big—and it felt like he was splitting me in half.

This wasn’t just my first time. This was something else entirely.

His hand moved between us and began rubbing tight, fast circles on my clit—trying to ease the pain, coax my body into surrender, trying to make me wet as if I am not yet so drenched.

It worked... a little. But his cock still throbbed deep inside me, each inch burning as he sank further in.

Then I felt it—he hit the end of me. My body clamped down, shaking. He hadn’t even buried all of him yet, and there was nowhere else for him to go.

I tore my mouth away from his and wailed—raw, breathless, and half-crazed with sensation.

I was crying and moaning at the same time. It was overwhelming, just too much!

"Nick!" I cried out, shoving at his chest. But he didn’t budge—he was locked in place like stone. "Nick, please... it hurts!"

Instead of pulling away, he leaned down and pressed soft kisses on my cheeks... then my jaw... then my neck. Each touch was gentle, coaxing me to stay with him. His voice came low, rough in my ear. "Relax, baby. Breathe. You’re so damn tight... It’s killing me, too. Just give it a second—your body will adjust."

Then he moved.

"Ahh!" I cried out, sharp and raw, as he gave a slow, shallow thrust. It wasn’t deep, but I felt everything. He was trying to ease me open, stretch me around his impossible size.

"Stop! Nick!" I whimpered, clawing at his shoulders.

"I can’t... I won’t..." His voice cracked with restraint. "Dammit, Georgia—I want to fuck you hard."

And then he did.

He pulled out just halfway, then drove back in fast and deep.

"Ahh! Nick!" I screamed again, my voice ragged as the pain and pleasure tangled. I was soaked—my body betraying the shock by welcoming him, clenching tight around every inch.

And then, something shifted.

The sting started to melt into heat. My breath caught as waves of pleasure replaced the pain. My back arched, and a moan ripped from my throat, loud and helpless.

My mind was spinning. My body bounced under him, helpless against his thrusts. I couldn’t keep up. I couldn’t think. The world blurred, and all I could do was hold on.

God—if he kept going like this, I was going to pass out from the intensity.

Each time he thrust into me, he sank deeper—dragging my sanity and soul with him. I was breaking apart, coming undone with every hard, forceful push. My mind felt like it was floating, spiraling somewhere between earth and the heavens.

"Ahh! F-Fuck... Ahh..." Words disintegrated on my tongue, replaced by ragged moans and breathless cries. Nothing coherent left me—just raw sound, just need.

Nick groaned above me, deep and primal, and his hands were everywhere. Sliding over my breasts, gripping my hips, tracing my thighs. He touched me like he owned every inch, like he couldn’t get enough of me, like he never would.

And God... I wanted more. I wanted it all.