She spins around, giving me the perfect view of her ass. “I want you to give it to me so fucking hard.”
Goddamn, she’s such a little slut.
I immediately grip her waist, lining my dick up with her entrance. I thrust forward and bury my cock inside of her. Miles and Emmett might have had her before me, but I know damn well that she’s never going to forget this night.
I pull her body upward, cupping her breast with my hand. I grind into her and then move us toward the railing, giving her a view of the party. She grasps onto it and lets out a moan as I angle deeper into her, rubbing myself against the walls of her pussy.
“Enjoy the view, while I enjoy mine,” I grit out, pumping into her.
She whines and whimpers with every thrust, and I give her ass a nice slap, causing her to suck in a sharp exhale. “Miles, oh god.” Her knuckles go white against the dark wood railing, and I only get more pleasure knowing that Emmett and Brody are somewhere down there.
And they have no idea I’m balls deep in Georgia right now.
They have no idea that I’m making her mine.
“Faster,” she breathes, rocking herself back into me. “You feel so good, Miles. You feel so fucking good.” Her voice cracks as her pussy squeezes around me, and I feel the familiar sense of an orgasm building in my abdomen.
But I need her to come, too.
I lean forward over her, pressing my lips to the top of her back, as I slip my hand between her legs. I rub her clit, and she squeals.
“It’s so sensitive,” she whimpers. “I don’t know if I can do it again.”
“Oh, you can, baby. I know you can.” She rocks onto my dick, and I keep the rhythm with her, letting our bodies fall in sync.
There it is. Fuck, yeah.
Her moans shift to screams, as I keep pushing both of us toward our second release. I squeeze my eyes shut against her, and then feel myself finally starting to let go another time.
“Oh fuck!” Georgia cries, her pussy pulsing around my cock.
I explode deep inside of her, and then catch myself on the railing.
The two of us stay in position for a few beats longer, both of us letting out labored breaths.
“That was amazing,” Georgia says, as I straighten, letting myself slip out from between her legs. The scent of sex mixes in with the salty air, and I help Georgia stand up straight, letting her lean against me.
“I told you, you’re irresistible.” I press my lips to the top of her head, and then go for her underwear, plucking them up off the deck. I tuck my dick back into my shorts and zip them up.
“You’re so sweet,” she hums as I help her get her panties back on. I press my lips to her stomach, inhaling the scent of her skin.
“Youare the sweet one,” I tell her, giving her a smile and then turning around to grab her dress. I shake out the wrinkles and then slide it over her head. “I don’t blame Emmett and Brody for wanting you the way they do. You’re the kind of woman I could get addicted to.”
“And you’re the kind of man that makes me feel like I’m the only girl in the world.” She gives me a shy smile and thensmooths her dress back out as it falls around her hips. But as she peers back up at me, her smile fades.
I tuck her hair behind her ear. “What is it?”
She leans against my hand. “I have no idea what Emmett and Brody are going to think about all this. They might be really angry. I mean, when Brody found out about Emmett…”
“Well, I think we should just go tell them right now,” I chuckle, reaching out and squeezing her hand. I lead her toward the stairwell, taking a deep breath as I make my way down the steps.
I don’t show it, but honestly, I’m also a little worried about their reaction. I have no desire to back down, and I don’t think Georgia does, either. However, that doesn’t change the fact that Brody can fly off the handle pretty easily, especially when it comes to a woman.
“Now you’re not a fourth wheel,” Georgia teases me, tugging me to a stop as we hit the sand again. I turn to face her and then lean in, planting a soft kiss on her lips.
“You’re right,” I say as we break away. “But I believe you’re the one who said that cars require four wheels to function. Not me.”
She lets out a light laugh, and we cross the bridge, the noise of the music, fire, and laughter coming back in full swing. I cling to her hand as we make our way back toward the bar, where Emmett and Brody last were.
