Baby Don't Scream (3 page)

She looked at him through half opened eyes while he
traced his finger over her lips and pulled the cloth from her
mouth. His hands rubbed her back with slow strokes. “That was good
baby, now catch your breath.”

She kissed his neck while he spoke, slowly circling
her hips on his invaded dick still eager for more. It had not been
enough. It was like he had only wetted her appetite, and driven her
need to a new level.

“I love when you are in me like this,” she gasped.
“It’s the most sensational feeling I’ve ever known.”

She whispered the words to him while she kept slowly
rocking her hips on his deeply invading length, running her palms
up and down his chest. “I love how you stretch me so good and every
time I dip my hips forwards I feel you push against my cervix,” she
said with a gasping sigh. “It gives me that sweet rush of pain that
just sends me wild. You always know what I need and I love that
about you.”

“It’s all about your pleasure baby,” he whispered
against her lips. He kissed her slowly, gripping the lush cheeks of
her ass and parting them so he could play over her anus. Her eyes
threatened to roll back in her head and she purred in delight and
dipped her hips to take him deeper. It was just what she needed and
the shivers raced over her body from the sensations.

“Please baby, don’t stop. I love when you do that. It
makes me get even tighter on your unbelievable dick.”

“That’s why I do it, but not tonight, you behave too
badly when I play with your ass.” She sighed, pouting while he
continued teasing the begging rose. “Please.”

“How about you sleep over at my place tomorrow, that
why you can scream the place down while I play with your sweet
ass.”

“Okay,” she whispered, continuing to pout. She knew
he was right but she loved the wild rush she got when he played
with her ass. She would have to make do.

Getting up he put her onto her knees and slid her
fingers around the bed frame. Oh dear, whenever he made her hold
onto something she knew that was a sign things were going to get
wild. “Now open up let me put the cloth back in because you’re
going to be screaming in a bit.”

She took the cloth and the kiss that he gave her and
when he slid into her from behind she bit down on the cloth in
delight. He held her to him with a grip just under her breasts,
while he began to slide in and out of her pussy in slow, smooth
strokes.

Crazed by the sensation she clutched the bed frame
and screamed for more, he was pushing her to new levels of
unthinkable satisfaction with that slow, deep stroke. Then suddenly
he reached between her legs and started to rapidly work her clit,
causing her body to spasm on his cock while she eagerly pushed back
towards him for more.

“That’s right. Take it deep baby. You like it when I
fuck you from behind. You totally lose control whenever I do.”

His words spurred her on, and pushing her hips back,
Leila bit her lower lip and let him reach deep inside her pussy
while he kept up the wicked play of his fingers over her clit.

“Take more. Take me in deeper.” He kept whispered the
words to her and they seeped into her mind and became hers. She
needed him deeper, needing to feel each thrust of his dick taking
over her body until nothing else mattered. Leaning low she gave him
full control. Swaying back and forth to let the texture of the bed
sheets stimulate her sensitive nipples while the thick head of his
penis play over every eager inch of her pussy.

Closing her eyes she let the pleasure seep though her
body while she flexed around his plunging dick. He was the only guy
she had ever been with who could satisfy her to the point of
exhaustion and she gave herself over to whatever he wanted in
desperate need for more. Eagerly she flicked her hips to maintain
the pressure of his thrust against her cervix, the blinding
pleasure perfect. The engravings on the bed frame bit into her
palms giving that added edge while the wide flair of his dick head
played over her sensitive depths. Oh yes he was getting there,
every last one of his strokes was rubbing over her g-spot before
hitting so deep in her pussy she couldn’t remember her own name.
Throwing back her head she screamed around the washcloth while he
stayed deep, thrusting against her womb again and again making her
pussy his.

She was reduced to babbling around the cloth once
more and she loved it. “It’s hurts so sweet. You make it hurt so
sweet. Fuck me right there, right there.” She knew she was pleading
but she didn’t care. She got off on him taking away her
control.

He thrust like he was trying to force himself to a
new depth within her body and she couldn’t stop the muffled screams
from ringing out while his fingers flicked rapidly over her clit.
Then everything went white when pleasure flashed like lighting
flashed through her body and Darius forced her to cum begging on
his dick. Just the way she loved to.

Sliding his hands over Leila’s back, Darius traced
each vertebra from the top of her back. Reaching her ass cheeks he
pulled them apart and watched the tiny slit of her pussy accepted
his thick width again and again.

“That’s right baby, let me get all the way into your
incredible pussy.”

To his delight she dipped her shoulders lower and he
barely contained his growl of pure pleasure when her slick channel
fluttered along his length, then clamped tight. His grip tightened
on her hips and he slowed his strokes. The need to rush was gone
and he savored each thrust into her still quivering pussy.

“Baby, baby, baby, sometimes I don’t know how I lived
without you before.”

Most guys liked to drop lines to craze and excite a
girl during sex but he was not lying. With her things were a new
level of amazing. Taking his time, he shifted his hip until he
rubbed over that sweet spot in her pussy that took her breath.
Again and again he teased her, feeling her pussy ripple even more
around his cock. She would be coming again soon.

She was mumbling frantically while he continued his
slow, teasing thrusts and making his finger slick, he slid it onto
her anus and felt her contract even tighter on him. She screamed
her pleasure loud around the cloth in her mouth. He knew he said he
wouldn’t, but he couldn’t resist the lure of the tight rose any
longer.

Her muffled screams vibrated though her body, and he
increased the speed of his thrusts. She started to cum and he rode
her deeper and harder, prolonging her orgasm until she collapsed
onto the bed in complete exhaustion.

Roving his hands over her body he didn’t stop his
thrust, milking every last shiver from her body. “Now to really get
deep inside this amazing little honey pot. Dip your back baby, give
it all to me.” He whispered the heated promise against her neck and
climbed into position. Crouching over her, he began to fuck her
with the full length of his dick with deep driving strokes.

He watched her body, noting her grip of desperation
on the sheets while she pushed her face into the pillow, her
screams a muffled sound drifting from the bedding. Despite that she
was pushing her hips back towards him for more. Every stroke from
his dick was hitting the end of her pussy and she seemed to be
trying to push him deeper.

Like a burning fever in him, he wanted to give her
what she wanted... more. “I’m going in deeper baby.” He felt her
body still beneath his, shivering at his words, waiting for his
thrust.

Gripping her hips, Darius held her steady while he
thrust his whole dick into her then pressed his hips tightly
against her ass to feel that resistance burning like fire against
his dick head. It was like he was home and he wanted to stay there
forever.

Leila screamed in desperation while she felt Darius
pushing for impossible depths inside her pussy. This was the
deepest that she had ever felt him, and it felt like he has tapped
into some unknown part of her. It was shocking, the sudden intense
feeling of being overfull, but it sparked an uncontrollable desire
for more.

Then the diabolical man started to tease her,
withdrawing to ease the shocking sensation then just as suddenly he
was there again, deep. The intense spike of pleasure-pain was an
amazing rush. It gave her a level of delight she didn’t know was
possible but desperately wanted again. She pushed back for
more.

“That’s right, take it all the way in and scream for
the dick. I knew you would be greedy for that sweet edge of pain
when I let you have it.”

Desperate she did just that. Letting out her pleasure
as loudly as she could. She wanted it, wanting more. In the back of
her head hovered the note that she needed to keep quiet, but did it
really matter. Her body shivering uncontrollably while he continued
taking her at that punishing pace, then she felt the glide of his
finger over her clit. He was doing it, subjecting her to that
rhythm that always stole her breath before it sent her screaming
but this time it was close to heart stopping.

“Darius,” she screamed. The sound was still muffled
by the cloth but she got out her pleasure.

Each time he rubbed her clit it was like he was
caressing every inch of her body at the same time and with every
glide of his fingers the sensation became more acute. Suddenly the
orgasm just was there. She knew it had been coming but this was
unlike anything she had ever experienced. She could still feel him
thrusting deep into her pussy and the sound of her screams was a
resonating vibration in her head.

Then she felt it, the hot splash of his sperm when he
finally gushed deep in her pussy with a groan of satisfaction. He
was still teasing her clit, prolonging the flutters of her orgasm.
Slowly he withdrew then eased her down to lie across the bed.
Turning her over, he took out the washcloth then went into the
kitchen and came back with a glass of water. She reached for the
glass but her hands were shaking so badly Darius pushed them away.
Lifting her up, he fed her the water then went into the bathroom
and came back with another wet washcloth.

From head to toe he cooled her body with slow strokes
of the damp cloth and all she could do was look on dazed, like an
observer standing to the side. Somehow she had found a man willing
to push her boundaries yet when the time came, take care of her.
When Darius finally climbed back into the bed he hugged her
close.

“You were so naughty,” she whispered trying to speak
for the first time. She was going to have a sore throat from all
the screaming she did. It was worth it.

“Was I?” He kissed her on her forehead and tucked her
against his chest. “It’s not my fault that your pussy is so amazing
and greedy, or that you are such a screamer.”

“But who was the person making me scream?”

He kissed her again. “Then I guess it is both of our
fault, but you, my love, inspire my creativity. Now close your eyes
and let’s get some rest because tomorrow. You’re spending the night
at my place and you know that for sure I will giving you several
reasons to scream.”

Smiling she pulled him close and closed her eyes. She
was looking forward to tomorrow when she didn’t have to remember
not to scream.

Thank you for taking the time to read my book. I hope
you enjoyed it. Please take the time to leave a review and look out
for more of my up coming books.

Many thanks

Roanna M. Phillips

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About Roanna M. Philips

A dreamer from birth, I have wanted what others
couldn’t understand, to create stories and spin tales of worlds
unknown. To many, this was not considered the path to success, so I
tried to shut out the voices of the characters in my head to take
the path that was considered normal. Go out there and do something
that would allow me to do a 9 to 5 job. Fail. The voices became
louder, insistent even, so I had to give in to their demands. The
result has been several stories that fall into the romance, erotic
and contemporary genre and me, trying to get them perfect enough to
let them be seen.

It was not an easy task, battling all the gremlins in
my life, but battle I did and I must because writing is the thing
that keeps me going daily. To me every random, off-cuff statement
has the potential to be used as the inspiration for a story. It has
now gotten to the point that the sparks have become a wild, out of
control, forest fires but I have been working on trying to master
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