Page 110 of Sour Lollipops and Sweet Nightmares
I couldn’t see her face, but I could feel her breath on mine as I hissed, “You’re mine now, Peaches.”
Realizing that she couldn’t win this fight, Georgia tried another tactic. “If you touch me, I’ll scream.”
Aww, that was cute. Did she think anyone in that room would give a shit? If I wanted to rape her in front of them, they’d hold her down for me. Levi even offered to do it the other day.
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” Ravi purred while dragging his tongue up the side of her face.
I was twisted and didn’t give a shit as long as I got what I wanted, but Ravi was a sick fuck.
“I’d be careful what you say to Ravi if I were you,” I hooked her right leg around my hip and stepped in, effectively trapping her in between us. “He prefers it when they scream.”
Georgia was really scared now. Her entire body was shaking, but her voice remained calm.
“This is just a game,” she whispered. “Seven minutes in heaven, remember?”
Was she trying to reason with us now? Had she learned nothing in the past week? We couldn’t be reasoned with.
“Yeah,” I agreed. “But they didn’t say whose heaven.”
Ravi’s hand went down the top of her shirt and pawed at one breast while I shoved mine up from the bottom to fondle at the other.
Those perfect handfuls of soft flesh were just as mouthwatering as the first time. I practically groaned at the feel of them.
“I like these nipples,” Ravi growled, after which Georgia let out a little yelp.
“So do I.” I pinched the small nub, making Georgia let out a wince. “They’re nice and sensitive.”
I’d been dreaming about these tits for days, but it was the way she whimpered, “Please stop,” that damn near threw me over the edge. If I could jerk off, my dick would already be in my hand.
“What’s wrong, Peaches? Don’t you like the attention?” She was the one who came here all dressed up like a gift waiting to get unwrapped.
Oh, and I wanted to unwrap her. I wanted to tear those clothes from her body and mark every inch of her skin. Almost as much as I wanted to punish her for daring to leave the house looking like that.
What did she think would happen? Was she trying to tempt me? To poke the bear, so to speak. Well, she succeeded, and now she would reap the consequences of her actions.
“You still want to know what I think of these jeans? Well, let me show you.” I popped open the button and pushed the fabric over her hips.
Georgia wriggled left and then bucked to the right, but it did her no good. I had her pants pulled down on her thighs in seconds. If her leg weren’t around my hip, I’d have taken them off altogether. It didn’t give me much room to work with, but it gave me enough. My hand cupped her pussy while Ravi grabbed her ass.
“Fuck me.” Not only did I hear his hand crack off her backside, but I felt it. “That is a fantastic ass.”
Georgia opened her mouth to scream.
Ravi pulled her head back, twisted her neck and slammed his lips down on hers, swallowing the sound while I shoved my hand down her panties.
Georgia Pyne was not the kind of girl I thought would groom herself, but she did. Her pussy was smooth, soft, and surprisingly wet.
A smirk curled the corner of my mouth. “Well, well, well, it seems Little Miss Don’t Touch Me likes to be touched.”
“Ah fuck,” Ravi pulled his mouth off of hers. “She also likes to bite.”
“I’ll bite your hand off if you don’t stop touching me,” she snarled while clacking her teeth.
Okay, that was hot, but not as hot as the whimper that shook her body when I pressed my finger on her clit.
“What were you saying?”
“Don’t do that,” Georgia answered me.
