The Silent Game - Sex Stories

The Silent Game

... the bed. I bite down on the sheets, pulling hard and grunt as Dave fucks me. I fight with all I can, to resist screaming. To resist screaming at him to fuck me harder, to spank me harder and to pull on my hair. I resist, and give in to the torrent of pleasure racing through my body as my orgasm pulls me under. “Yeesss,” Dave grunts as my pussy contracts around him. His cock continues to plunge in and out of me, bringing on another wave of pleasure. “Dave!” I scream desperately into the bed, “fuuckk!” I cum hard again and my cries are muffled by the bed as he leans down against me, still pumping his cock in and out of my dripping wet pussy, and pulls on my hair, making me look up at the ceiling. He chuckles and bites my neck, making another loud groan escape. He nibbles on my ear. His rough breathing is loud. His hot breath sweeps across my perspiring skin, causing goosebumps to form and a tingle to run through my body. I shudder at the delicious feeling; the beautiful tingle, his hot breath, and his hard cock in my aching, wet pussy. “You’re loving this, aren’t you, little slut? You fucking love me fucking you like this.” I nod my head fervently and whimper with each hard thrust. “Ha. I knew my little slut would love this,” he grunts. “Fuck, baby. I can’t hold back anymore. Ah fuck!” he groans, grabbing my hips and driving himself deeper into me. “Cum baby, cum inside me!” I beg and coax him, desperately. “I want it, oh god, Dave, I want it so much! I want you to cum in me, ...

... pleeeaaassseee,” I continue to beg with each hard, concentrated thrust that Dave delivers. “Fuck! Take it, baby!” The spurts and spasms of his cock takes me over the edge and I cum again. I moan loudly and push against him, wanting him deeper in me. He continues to thrust slowly, letting me ride out my orgasm before slumping over and crushing me under him. The weight of him, crushing me, relaxes my whole body as both of our breathing begins to calm. Dave shifts himself off of me and lies beside me, pulling me to him and kissing my sweat drenched forehead. I sigh in contentment and am about to fall asleep in his arms when my phone starts to ring. I look at the caller i.d. and see that it’s my dad calling. My heart wrenches in fear as I pick up and put it to my ear. “Hello?” “Aurora, baby,” my dad’s voice comes through the phone, “just calling to let you know that we’re no longer home. We left last night to the hospital. Your sister went into labor and we went to check on her.” I sigh in relief, and then, “Why didn’t you wake me? I want to be there too!” “We were going to, but you just looked so tired yesterday that we didn’t want to bother. It’s okay. Your sister gave birth to a healthy 7 lbs and 2 ounce baby boy an hour ago. They’re planning to name him, Seth. Maybe later you can come visit them. We’re on our way home now, to sleep. See you in about ten minutes.” “Okay, drive safe. Love you,” I say, before hanging up. I smile and look at Dave, “my parents weren’t home. They ...