Claim Me Captain! I'm Addicted to You!
Chapter 43: Let’s Make It Real (4)

Chapter 43: Let’s Make It Real (4)

Nick moved over me like a starved beast, relentless and animalistic. His pace was punishing, his body dominating mine, and I swear—if he don’t stop soon, I’d combust right here beneath him.

My soul felt like it was slipping from my body, spiraling toward some blinding, unbearable ecstasy.

But then—God, then—I felt it.

Something deep inside me began to build. A pressure. A scorching, delicious pressure that curled low in my belly and threatened to snap at any second.

"Georgia... fuck... I could do this all day. You feel so fucking good," Nick growled through gritted teeth.

I wanted to answer, to say something clever or needy or filthy, but my mouth wouldn’t cooperate. All that came out were desperate moans and broken curses.

He was so deep. So fucking deep. Every time he slammed into me, he hit a spot that sent stars exploding behind my eyes. I clung to the sheets, to him, to anything—because every time he pulled back, I ached to chase after him.

"Ahh... Yes... just like that..." I managed, my voice shaking, hoping he’d understand. Hoping he wouldn’t stop.

"Are you close?" he asked, voice ragged.

Close? I didn’t even know where I was anymore. "I don’t know... just—don’t stop," I breathed between the cries tearing from my throat.

He smirked and gave one fast, deep push. "AHH!" I screamed as it felt so good and otherworldly, as if he was pushing my soul out of my body.

"Is this the spot?" he asked and did it again.

I was not able to answer and screamed louder.

"Answer me, Georgia..." he teased as he slammed hard into me again.

"Is this it?" he asked with a fucking sexy commanding voice, urging me to answer.

I wanted to but I really couldn’t, it was too much!

Then he stopped.

I frowned, the pressure that was building up, gone.

"When I ask you a question, you answer! Do you understand?" he said with a stern voice.

I nodded, but his eyes darkened.

"Speak! I can’t hear you!" he exclaimed making me flinch.

"Y-Yes..." I barely uttered.

He smirked. "Good girl," he commented before thrusting hard and forceful.

I gasped and moan, as if my breath was knocked out of my lungs.

"Is this the spot, baby?" he asked so sensually that my mind exploded.

"Yes!" I answered too quick, before moaning as he continued with his pounding.

He quickly sat up and grabbed both my legs opening them wide. He pushed in deep and asked again. "This one?"

And damn he hit it again, it was so good that everything around me faded and I don’t want him to stop.

"Y-Yes... Nick... Ahh... There..." I answered.

He smiled—slow, wicked—before lifting my legs even higher, exposing me completely to him. I was spread wide open, helpless beneath his gaze, and he took his time. His movements were steady but deep, each thrust stoking the fire that had been simmering low in my belly.

"Ahh! Nick! T-There... Oh God... ahh!" My voice cracked as the pressure inside me surged, too sharp and too good to hold back.

He didn’t stop. His rhythm stayed relentless. My walls clenched around him, pulsing with every movement. I could feel myself tightening, wrapping around him like my body never wanted to let him go.

My fingers gripped the blanket beside me as I arched, overwhelmed. It was too much—his size, his pace, the way he owned me so completely.

Then he reached between us and started rubbing my clit, rough and fast, dragging another scream from my throat.

"F-Fuck! Nick—!" I cried, but it only spurred him on.

The heat inside me was unbearable now, swelling, coiling. I was right on the edge, and with the way he was moving... I knew I wouldn’t last.

"AHH!" I cried out, body shaking. I couldn’t understand what was happening to me anymore—until it hit me.

Something inside me exploded.

My walls clenched and pulsed, alive with a rhythm of their own—strong, steady, relentless. The sensation tore through me, dragging me under like a riptide I never saw coming.

I am sure Nick felt it too.

"Ahh... Georgia! You’re sucking me in so deep!" Nick groaned, voice ragged. He thrust harder, as if he couldn’t stop himself, like my body had taken control of his too.

My vision blurred into white. Every nerve lit up. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. I was floating—no, flying—spiraling into an ecstasy so intense it felt almost unreal.

By the time I came down from the high, Nick was still moving inside me. Slower now, but still hungry.

Then I heard him growl. "Fuckkk... Oh shit..." His voice cracked with urgency as he pulled out just in time—then I felt it. Warm, thick spurts landed across my stomach as he spilled himself on me, his body tensed and trembling.

I looked down through half-lidded eyes and saw him—head tilted back, eyes closed, lips parted as he came undone above me.

My body collapsed into the bed, completely wrecked. I was shaking, panting, eyes heavy. I felt his lips press against my forehead, soft and grounding.

"Rest for now... you’ll need it for later," he whispered.

Later? What does he fucking mean by later? What is he planning?

I tried to speak, to say something—anything—but my mouth wouldn’t cooperate. My body felt boneless, my thoughts adrift in the lingering high. I closed my eyes, not asleep yet, but too far gone to fight the pull.

Then I felt it—something cool and damp against my stomach, then between my thighs. My heart melted. Nick was cleaning me up... tender, caring.

He slid beside me, pulled the blanket over our bodies, then gently lifted my head and tucked it on his arm.

Fingers brushed the hair from my face. A kiss landed on my temple.

"You drive me fucking insane," he murmured, voice low and raw. "I don’t know what I’d do to you."

I wanted to respond, but the weight of exhaustion dragged me deeper.

Still wrapped in his arms, I drifted off.