She eyes the bottle of bourbon. “No, just get to it, Brody.” Georgia folds her arms across her chest, pushing her sweet breasts up in the most tantalizing way.
Damn, I hate how hot she is.
I pour myself another glass, a little fuller than the last. “I hate what happened today,” I begin, screwing the lid back on and putting the bottle away. “I didn’t expect it to blow up like it did.”
Georgia makes a face at me. “How could you say that? Youknowmy father. There was nothing about his reaction that was anything other than hisclassic, asshole self.” Her tone is sharp as she holds my gaze. “You’re letting him get to you.”
I raise my brow. “Yeah, Iam.He’s my best friend, and I’ve been incredibly disloyal to him. In fact, it’s shameful. I should’ve never let this happen.”
She nods, her face shifting to pure irritation. “So you’re backtracking because you let my dad make you feel bad.”
“Well, that’s one way to twist it,” I snap at her, setting my drink down with a clank. “You don’t get what I’m going through.”
“No,” Georgia explodes, throwing her hands in the air. “Idoget it. I grew up being very close to my dad. And you know what he did to me? He always shamed me foreverything.Nothing was ever good enough, right enough, or whatever. Everything pissed him off. When I told him I wanted to go to culinary school, he told me that I may as well just go flip burgers at McDonald’s.”
I blink a few times, the pain in her voice settling in my chest. “Georgia…”
“Don’tGeorgiame!” She shakes her head, tears slipping down her cheeks. “I’ve been working my whole life to make him happy, and he’sneverbeen happy with me. But I’mhappyhere. I’mhappywith you. I don’t know why you won’t accept that. We’re all adults!”
I swallow hard, a wave of new guilt replacing the old. “I’m sorry.” My voice trails off. “I’m sorry he made you feel less than what you are, because you’re incredible.” I take a step toward her, and she reaches for me, grabbing my shirt and pulling my mouth to hers.
She crashes into me, her tongue forcefully slipping between my lips. I gasp into her, at first stiffening and then giving in to her. I can’t help myself.
I can’t resist her.
“Don’t listen to him,” she pleads as she comes up for air. Her fingers slide down my abdomen, stopping at my belt buckle. “What we have is so good.” Her voice takes on a breathiness, and my cock stiffens against the pressure of her hand against my jeans.
“Georgia,” I breathe out her name. “I hate how much I want you.”
“Then don’t leave me,” Georgia kisses my neck, pulling my belt loose, and my jeans snap apart. “Let’s see if my dad can get over it.”
I have the urge to tell her that he won’t get over it, but the moment her hand slips into my pants and wraps around my cock, I can’t think.
Fuck, surely, he’ll get over it. We’re adults for heaven’s sakes.
Georgia continues to kiss my neck, and I let out a groan as she frantically strokes my cock. Precum oozes from my tip, and my hands go for the hem of her shirt, tugging it up and over her head.
She unhooks her bra, letting her breasts drop free in front of me. I lean forward, desperate to suck on her nipples. She doesn’t give me a chance, dropping to her knees and taking my cock straight into her mouth.
Holy fuck.I can hardly breathe as the pleasure pulses through me, and she takes me deep, sucking so fucking hard. I reach for her hair, grabbing hold of her ponytail as she bobs back and forth.
“Fuck, Georgie,” I groan out. “Why are you so good?”
She gives a moan in response, and then lets my cock slip right down the back of her throat. I bottom out, and nearly lose it at the thought of shooting my cum into her throat. She clings to my thighs, and I rock against her face.
Georgia releases me then, kissing the head of my dick and then peering up at me. “I want you inside me.Now.”
“You don’t have to ask twice,” I grunt, lifting her to her feet. I strip off my shirt as she drops her shorts and underwear to the floor. I lose my pants, too, and then sweep her up, wrapping her legs around my waist.
My cock brushes her entrance, and she soaks me. I stumble across the cabin until I land her back against the wall. She lets out a gasp at the contact, and I grip her ass as I lower her, readjusting her position.
“Please,Brody,” she whines, rocking her hips against my erection.
“You don’t have to keep begging, baby,” I moan, balancing her and aligning myself with her sweet pussy. I press into her in one long thrust and bury myself deep inside of her.
She clenches around me, wrapping her legs tightly around my waist. I get an iron grip on her lower ass and then drive into her over and over.
“Oh my god,” she whines, digging her nails into my shoulders.
