Georgia's POV
"Nick! Stop teasing me!" The words tumbled out of me, breathless, edged with frustration. I couldn't take any more of his games. The way he hovered just close enough to drive me insane, but never far enough to let me breathe.
He tilted his head, that infuriating smirk curving his lips. "Didn't I tell you?" His voice was low, dangerous, soaked with amusement. "You get what I give you. Nothing more, nothing less."
He brushed against me again, slow and deliberate, like he wanted to test how far he could push before I broke. His control was infuriating and intoxicating.
He playfully patted his cock against my clit and smirked. "Well, look at that, you are so fucking wet for me."
He continued sliding his hardness against my dripping core and slit, coating his length with my wetness until he commanded, "Turn around."
