Baby Don't Scream

by Roanna M. Phillips

  Baby Don’t Scream

  Whimpers of Pleasure

  Book 1

  Roanna M. Phillips

  SMASHWORDS EDITION

  Copyright 2014 Roanna M. Phillips

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination and any resemblance to actual events, persons or organizations is entirely coincidental.

  This contains content that is not suitable for young readers 17 and under.

  Acknowledgements

  Thank you to the special people in my life who pushing me follow my dream and ignore the doubts and doubters that have tried to destroy my spirit. Your understanding is what I needed to get my stories out of my head and out there for the world to read and enjoy.

  Thank you Vickie and Chelsea for reading my stories and letting me know that keeping them hidden on my computer was a crime. Lisa, Lisa Michelle, Anthony, Sean and so may others, you have encouraged me to never give up and keep going after my dream. Mom you are the greatest, there is no other like you and I'm blessed to be you daughter.

  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

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  Chapter 1

  Shivering Leila slowly teased her clit while she pushed her body closer to the brink of orgasm. Her boyfriend was out tonight, and her body was craving the kind of satisfaction that she wasn’t willing to deny it. It wasn’t that she was greedy but more that she was needy and he wasn’t there to assist her. So she had to please herself because there was nothing she liked more than letting her body drift into a peaceful sleep after a satisfying orgasm.

  Rubbing one side then the other of the sensitive button, she teased herself. The longer it took, the more intense it would be and she loved when it was so good she forgot how to breathe. Sliding her legs wider apart, she dipped a finger into her snug passage, seeking that slick nectar that would make the glide over her clit easier.

  The moisture was there, more that she could possibly need and when she traced her fingers over her clit, she felt a flash of pleasure rush through her body. Gasping with delight she changed the pressure and tilted her hips up for better access. Her fingers weren’t as thick as her boyfriend Darius’s, but she had been pleasing herself long enough to know what she needed.

  The truth was this orgasm would only take the edge off, but if it were Darius playing between she legs, she would have been fighting to breathe from the time he slide his fingers into her pussy. To tell the truth she didn’t know how he did it, but somehow he knew what touch she needed, and when. To date he had never failed to reduce her to screams. Screams that got her into trouble with her landlord, but screams of pure pleasure that she relished releasing every time.

  Biting her lip she kept going, letting her fingers flick faster and faster over her eager clit. Gasping she pushed the pleasure higher. Soon, it was hovering just out of her reach but she would get there. All she had to do was let go and let her fingers fly and she would be falling into the oblivion of gratification.

  Darius turned the doorknob, quietly pushing the door open while he entered his girlfriend’s bedroom. He had been out with his friends for the night and because his girlfriend’s place was nearer, he decided to go there rather than taking the long trip home. His body was halfway inside when gasping cries caught his attention. Freezing he listened, trying to decipher the sounds. Then he heard a gasp for breath followed by whimpers of pleasure.

  Slipping into the room he waited until his eyes adjusted to the dark, listening to the continued sounds. Looking towards the bed he found the source. It was Leila, her body twisting in ecstasy while her hand moved between her legs in a smooth, thrusting rhythm.

  Smiling he watched her while she pleasured herself, totally unaware of his presence. She was an amazing sight to behold. Her feet sliding up and down the crisp cotton of the sheets like she was seeking a place to anchor them while her hips rocked against the flicking rhythm of her fingers. Gasps turned into moans from deep in her throat and he knew she was nearly about to orgasm.

  Moving closer to the bed he watched the light and shadows play over her sweat damp skin. The thrust of her rigid, chocolate colored, nipples was a sight he had come to crave, and while her body shook, he was tempted to capture the buds between his lips and suckle them.

  Standing there he watched every flex of her hips while her fingers strummed the pearl of her clit. She was nearly there. He could see the muscles of her legs contracting while they strained to hold her body in place, the thought of pleasure was holding her in its thrall while she sought to be consumed. Then finally her body relaxed its provocative arch, settling back on top of the bed while she whimpered her delight.

  Slowly her breathing started to return to normal, and he moved closer to the bed. Quickly he covered her mouth before she could open her eyes. The last thing he needed was for her to look up and see a hovering body-like shadow then start to scream. Immediately she started to struggle against his hold and a knee connecting with his stomach.

  “Hey it’s me Darius.” He said with a grunt of pain.

  She went still with relief under him but punched him hard when he started to get up.

  “What the hell? What are you doing here? You didn’t say you were coming over.” She pulled at the sheets and tried to cover herself but he was sitting on them.

  He got up and let her cover up. “I was going home from the party but thought it would be easier to spend the night here rather than go all the way to my place. I thought you would be asleep so I didn’t bother to call. Your amazing display caught my attention on the way in.”

  She pulled the sheets higher and he laughed.

  “You can really lose the sheet. I saw pretty much everything except your lush butt cheeks and your slick pussy. Show me,” he said with a teasing smile.

  She threw a pillow at him and he caught it. “I don’t believe you just stood there watching. You are such a perv.”

  He threw the pillow back on the bed and lay down next to her.

  “I’m not a pervert. I was a man captivated, who simply had to appreciate your amazingly sexy body while you indulged in the pursuit of pleasure. Watching you cum is always truly stunning. Show me some more.”

  Leila looked at Darius and tried to retain her stern demeanor but just seeing him made her insides flutter. Tall and broad shouldered, he stood out in a crowd and to top that off, he had her favorite attribute, a firm, chiseled, just-out-there, butt. The thought of clutching each cheek while he slid deep into her slick depths was enough to make her want to purr in delight.

  “You talk a lot of crap you know,” She said, trying to distance herself from the need clamoring through her body.

  “And that is why you like me so much. Turn over for me and slid those lovely legs open.

  She couldn’t help it, the shiver that raced over her body from just the sound of his voice. Deep and sensual, it always touched her in a place only he had access to.

  She smiled up at him, feeling her body tingle in anticipation. She wanted this. “Are you going to make it worth my while?”

 
He wiggled his eyebrows at her and she tried not to laugh. “May be I will, you never know, but I want to see everything I missed.”

  She gasped at his words while his hand settled onto her stomach. “I’m not sure if I should, you always get me into trouble with my landlord.”

  “I’ll be good. I’ll stand by the end of the bed and watch. If you are naughty and turn over and let me see those lovely cheeks and that juicy slit, then I’ll go right to sleep.”

  She looked at him and tried not to shiver from the decadent thoughts his words created her mind. The vivid images made her want to be naughty and being naughty made her horny. It sounded so easy.

  “Promise you won’t get me into trouble?”

  He hooked his finger into the sheet, pulling it slowly from her body before dropping it at the end of the bed and sitting there.

  “It’s all up to you if we get into trouble or not. All you have to do is to not be so loud.”

  “And whose fault is that?”

  Their eyes played the, I think I know what you want game for several moments. His clearly saying, ‘I know what you want but will not ask for.’ Her eyes, with sparks of mischief replying, ‘you think you know what I want, but you are wrong’.

  “I’ll show you for ten seconds but then you have to go to sleep,” she whispered.

  She looked at him and instantly the pleasure of their past encounters filled her mind. Being with Darius was the most all-consuming experience she ever had in life and she wanted it again.

  He sat back against the bedpost.

  “I’ll sleep if you want me to, but only after you’ve shown me everything.”

  She watched his eyes flicking over the naked curves he had uncovered, taking in every inch of her body like his eyes were feasting. Her ever instinct said tonight was going to be wild.

  She moved smoothly over onto her stomach, sliding her knees apart and pushed her hips back towards him. Silence filled the room and when she stated to turn back over she felt a hand circle her ankle. “No, not yet.”

  She slid her knees wider, shifting her weight onto her upper body. Pushing her hips closer towards him, she rubbed her shoulders and breasts against the sheets, waiting, wanting more.

  Darius knew he said he would go to sleep, but the truth was he wanted to see Leila’s lush ass cheeks parted once more so he could flick his tongue between her wet slit. The memory of her playing with those glistening folds was taunting him and he wanted to bury his face against her pussy and feast.

  Instead he breathed deep and took his time, trailing his hand along her calf to feel the lush smoothness of her skin. Moving up the bed he sat next to her, leaning over to whisper into her ear. “I wish you could see what I see. Your pussy is the loveliest rose pink, all slick and dripping. It’s begging me to take my tongue to it, just like your nipples were when I first saw you.”

  His words caused a whimper of ecstasy and her hips started to rock. “My tongue would go in and out of your snug pussy, twisting and curling, playing over your hungry clit and teasing your tight little asshole.” His hand rubbed up and down her back while he talked and when it drifted near her butt cheeks, she shifted so his fingers glanced over her wet heat.

  “Touch me. Put your fingers in me. You want to and you know I want you to.”

  He trailed his lips over the shell of her ear, teasing her with tiny nips. “I want to give you more than just my fingers.” He slid two deep into her tight pussy while he spoke, and she gasped in shocked delight.

  Licking her ear and he continued to let his fingers slide in and out of her tight depths while he spoke. “I want your legs wide while I feast on your pussy ‘till I suck you clean. I want you on your knees pleading for me not to fuck you so hard but knowing you are just saying it so I’ll fuck you even harder.”

  Again she whimpered, grinding her invaded depths on his digits. He curled his fingers, rubbing them over her g-spot slowly, then with slow precise thrust added a third finger. Teasing her, he spread her juices over the tight ring off her ass and her body shivered like a live wire had been traced over her skin. He could hear her desperation in each gasp for another breath and he knew the scream was building in her throat.

  Quickly he covered her mouth. He worked his fingers in and out of her quivering depths, urging her body to reach for more. He felt the tension gathering in her muscles, her body becoming rigid and switched the rhythm of his fingers. Tightening his grip on her mouth, he prepared for when she started to scream. She always screamed.

  Then the folds of her pussy were clutching his fingers hard while her hips straining towards him for more. Her wails of pleasure vibrating against his hand like the fading echo of a drum. Whispering into her ear all the naughty things he wanted to do to her, he feed her frenzy of need.

  “I want you on your belly holding your ass cheeks open for me to slide my dick into you balls deep while you scream and beg. ‘Fuck me Darius. Make my body yours.’”

  Her body froze at the words, and she screamed her body battling against his grip. His hand tightened over her mouth while she came again, grinding against the fingers that filled her pussy and the thumb that wiggled back and forth in the snug niche of her ass. He rubbed his fingers over her g-spot and the orgasm took on a new life this time making her screams against his palm higher and more frenzied.

  He kept her cumming, finally slowing his fingers in her pussy after another, body shaking orgasm. He kissed her forehead and took her hair from her eyes, sliding his fingers from her while her body slumped onto the bed, exhausted from the pleasure.

  Chapter 2

  Shivering Leila gripped the sheets under her fingers to make sure she was still real. Never had she felt anything so intense. It was mind blowing, just the way she needed it to be. The way he always made it.

  “Oh my.... that felt so good.”

  Sighing she let him pull her against the length of his body, enjoying the stroke of his hand down her back. “Better than just your fingers?” He asked while his touch played over her skin.

  She turned to him and settled against his chest. Of course he knew the orgasm had been incredible, but he enjoyed teasing her. She in turn teased back.

  “Now you have to go to sleep like you promised you would earlier. I don’t know why you are always up so late. Go to sleep or you are going to get me in trouble.

  His laughter rumbled against her cheek at her comment. “That would have been a bit difficult with my fingers being gripped so tightly by your sweet pussy.”

  She almost purred with delight when his fingers tangled in her hair, pulling her head back so she had to look at him. She knew that mischief twinkled in her eyes and he reacted accordingly, pulling her across his body to straddle him.

  “They aren’t lost now.” She told him with a saucy look.

  “Are you sure?” He slid two fingers back onto her slick passage causing her body to arch towards his in response. Quickly capturing one of her nipples, he sucked the sensitive bud before tormenting it with his teeth.

  Keening in sweet delight, she pushed her breasts forward for more and he flicked his tongue over each nipple. Gripping his shoulders for leverage, she twisted her hips on his scissoring fingers eager for more.

  “Oh you nasty bastard you make my nipples hurt so good when you do that.”

  He licked the damp skin of her neck before he bit her. “And you like it when they hurts. The extra rush it gives you.” It was the truth, after his rough treatment her nipples ached for days and the slightest touch sent the most amazing ache radiating through her breasts. She loved the reminder of their play together.

  Slipping his arm around her waist he leaned forward giving his hand more leverage, making sure every twist and thrust of his fingers reached deep.

  “Remember you have to be quiet.” He reminded her.

  He slid her back onto the bed so she was on her knees, and she arched her bottom high to tempt him. Just maybe she could get him to liberate his straining penis from his pants sooner rather
than later, and test the capability of the snug depths gripping his fingers. Then to her delight he started to rub his thumb back and forth over her puckered rosette before pushing until his thumb slid deep into her ass. She had to bite her lip so he didn’t hear her purr of pleasure when he leaned over her to whisper into her ear.

  “You are trying to tempt me and I could so fuck you right now. Make you take me inch by inch till you think you can feel me in your throat. Do you want me to fuck you baby? Full your tight pussy.”

  She rocked against his fingers, whimpering because of the sweet stretch. Yes she wanted him to fuck her. He knew she did but he liked to prolong it, to use the anticipation to make it all the hotter. Knowing the pleasure it would bring she let him set the pace. “Yes, I want you to but they will hear me screaming.”

  “Then you’ll have to keep quiet.”

  “But I don’t want to. I want to scream, mourn and beg. I don’t want to hide.”

  “If you want me deep in your pussy, you have to be quite and I will give you a night you’ll remember for life.”

  His fingers twisted and flexed, pulling forth the orgasm that had been hovering in the background, giving it the power to take over her body while she bit the pillow to stifle her screams of pleasure. Dazed she slumped down onto the bed panting for breath, while letting the sensations simmer through her body.

  “Now slide those lovely legs of yours wide open so I can give you what you want.” Nothing would give her more pleasure than to do what he wanted.

  Leila was getting high on pleasure and Darius could see it filling her eyes while she watched him over her shoulder. She was nearly vibrating with need, sliding her legs open even more for him. Reaching over he adjusted each leg until she was just the way he wanted her. His naughty, naughty Leila was eager and ready and he could hardy wait to slide his dick into the tight heat of her pussy.