Forty-Eight Hour Burn by Tonya Ramagos Read Free Book Online

another kiss, not yet ready to let him go. She needed the contact, burned for the passion she felt transferring from his mouth to hers. Her release teetered on the edge of a tattered string. One touch and that string would break. One touch and she would shatter in a delicious wave of orgasmic ecstasy.
    He broke the kiss, pulling back to meet her gaze, and she couldn’t stop the pleading words that spilled from her lips. “Touch me. Please, touch me.”
    Randy shook his head, apology glinting in his eyes. “I can’t.”
    “You can!” she insisted. “At least turn the egg back on. I can’t stand it. I need to come.” She felt she might die if she didn’t find release soon. Everything inside her flamed with the need to find fulfillment, to experience the body convulsing bliss only stimulation to her channel could give her.
    “I can’t do that, either, sweet thing. The control is in the living room.”
    Georgia growled, the sound fit for a lioness headed into battle. Randy chuckled. The devil!
    “You can touch yourself.” It wouldn’t help, and he knew it. She saw that keen knowledge in the blackened depths of his gaze. No matter how close to explosion she might be, her own touch would offer her little relief. Only his or Gavin’s would suffice. “You’ll have to. I want you to remove the egg from your pussy.”
    Georgia shook her head. “You do it.”
    Randy’s eyes turned cool, his expression taking on a stern look she grew accustomed to seeing on Gavin’s handsome face. “Are you defying me, Georgia?”
    The question sent a ripple of excited alarm racing down her spine. Something rebellious and naughty inside her wanted to answer yes. Fear of the punishment he might give her compelled her to huff out a breath. “Fine. How do I take it out?”
    “Just like you would a tampon. Reach between your legs and tug on the cord.”
    “Touch only the cord,” Gavin added from behind her. “No pleasuring yourself.”
    If glares could puncture, Georgia was certain the one she shot him over her shoulder would have penetrated that gorgeously arrogant flesh of his. Randy’s instruction had been different and Gavin knew it. Randy would have allowed her to touch. Forget that they already established a wordless communication that it would do her little good. Gavin, however, obviously planned not to give her an inch of space.
    “You’re evil.” She narrowed her eyes at him as she stuck her hand between her legs and found the cord.
    Gavin’s lips slid into a grin that bordered on boyish amusement. “I’m just getting started, darlin’.”
    The feeling of abandonment came instantly as Georgia pulled the egg from her clinching womb. Need intensified to an almost unbearable height, but she came close enough to begging already. She would not allow them the satisfaction of doing that anymore right now.
    Eyes still narrowed, she handed the toy to Gavin. Her eyes widened, and she stifled the beg she refused to speak when he brought the egg to his lips and licked her thick juices off the surface.
    “That’s what you want, isn’t it?” His tongue traced the shape of the egg, teasing her, making her pussy weep for the same treatment. “Tell me what you want, Georgia. Better yet, ask for what you want. We can’t know what you want unless you ask us to do it.”
    Oh, they could know, and they did. She harbored no doubt about them apples. Making her ask for what she wanted, hearing her say the crudely sexy words was all a part of the pleasure for them. And for her, she silently admitted.
    “Will you do that for me?” She let her gaze fall pointedly to the egg he held in front of his mouth.
    Gavin lifted a brow. “Do what for you?”
    “Lick my…” Georgia gulped, the word sticking somewhere deep in her throat. It shouldn’t be so hard to say, to ask. She spoke just as crudely to Randy moments ago when she voiced all she wanted to do to his cock. Innocence became a thing of the past a long time ago, not that she had