Free Baby Don't Scream by Roanna M. Phillips Page B

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