I Told You To Run But You Didn't (Georgia) novel Chapter 79

Chapter 79

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Georgia’s POV

“Estevan… please… stop…” I gasped, my voice breaking, my body coiling tight, close to the edge again.

He was poised above me, his monster cock slick and ready at my entrance. His eyes were black with unrestrained lust.

“We can’t stop here, Georgia,” he growled, his voice thick with his own need. “You know that.”

And just like that, he began to push inside me. Gently. His eyes never left mine, watching every trace of emotion on my face as he filled me inch by agonizingly slow inch.

The pain from before was gone, replaced by an intense, stretching, incredible fullness..

Tears welled in my eyes again, but this time, they werent from pain or fear. It was just… so intense it felt like crying.

His movements stilled for a moment, his body buried deep inside me. He looked down, his brow furrowed. seeing the tears tracking down my temples.

His voice was rough, almost concerned. “Why are you crying?” he asked, his thrusts pausing.

Our bodies were pressed together, skin slick with sweat. I opened my eyes, meeting his intense, questioning gaze. I couldn’t lie. Not now.

“B-Because…” I whispered, trying to suppress my sobs, “It feels… so good.”

And then, a real, genuine smile spread across his face. It wasn’t a smirk. It wasn’t a taunt. It was a look of masculine satisfaction and dawning surprise, a smile that reached his eyes and made them soften, just for a second.

He leaned down, kissing the tear from the corner of my eye. “Then I’ll have to make it my mission to make you cry in joy more often,” he murmured against my skin. He started to move again, slow and deep. “Would you like that, Georgia? Crying for me every night?”

I didn’t answer him, I couldn’t. Words were impossible to say now. I could only cling to his shoulders and cry out, a broken sound of pure pleasure, as he began to move again.

He took my unspoken words as a yes, his thrusts becoming faster, harder, pounding into me with a relentless, punishing rhythm that felt like it was designed to break me, to ruin me, to stamp his possession onto my very soul. Damn it!

Haaa…” A loud moan tore from my throat. I instantly clamped my hand over my mouth, horrified.

e guards, the staff… The mansion was huge, but his room felt like it was at the center of

They were going to hear me! They would know their bos was in here, screwing the weak personal bodyguard he’d just hired!

Estevan saw the panic in my eyes, saw my attempt to stile the sounds he was pulling from me.

He growled, a low, frustrated sound. With one hand, he grabbed both of my wrists, easily pinning them above my head, taking away my last bit of control. He increased his speed, slamming into me faster, harder, making the bed frame knock against the wall.

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Chapter 79

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“Why are you covering your mouth?” he snarled. “I want to hear you. Moan for me, Georgia. Moan as loud as you want.”

He punctuated the command with a final, impossibly deep thrust that hit something deep inside me, lighting up every nerve in my body.

A wild, keening wail tore from my throat, completely involuntary. “Oh! Please, Estevan! Ughhh-Be gentle! Ugh!”

I thought he was finally done. He pulled out, and I just lay there, a boneless, trembling mess, my body feeling completely wrecked by him.

I tried to pull myself together, closing my legs and starting to crawl away towards the pillows, just needing a second to breathe.

But I was wrong. He wasn’t done at all.

To my surprise, he grabbed my ankles, pulling me back easily. He turned me over onto my hands and knees, my face pressed into the soft comforter. I was too exhausted to fight him.

Before I could even process what was happening, he was behind me, kneeling on the bed, and then he was inside me again, a deep, powerful thrust that stole my breath and made my eyes fly wide.

His hands gripped my hips, pulling me back onto him, setting a hard, steady rhythm.

His other hand snaked around my stomach, reaching up to cup one of my breasts, his fingers teasing the nipple, making it ache.

“Ugh… Estevan…” I whispered, my voice hoarse, my head spinning. I couldn’t take much more. “We should stop… please finish already….”

He leaned forward, his hot lips pressing against my ear, his own breath coming in harsh gasps. His thrusts didn’t even slow down.

“But I want you all night,” he whispered back, “And I want you to feel good… Do you feel good now?”

My body was a live wire, completely shattered. The pleasure was so sharp, so overwhelming, it was almost painful. I wasn’t in control of my own voice. “I feel good now…” I sobbed. I couldn’t take any more. I was at my breaking point. “Please… Estevan… please cum already…” I was begging him. Begging him to finish this, to just let it be over.

He paused. For one heart-stopping second, I thought hed finally listened. He pulled out, and my body instantly felt cold and empty. I collapsed onto the mattress, my fimbs trembling, and rolled onto my back, staring at the ceiling, my chest heaving, desperately trying to catch my breath.

But he wasn’t finished.

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