For the month of April, every day (except Sunday), I’ll be posting a story that has to do with the letter of the day. As my blog is a kinky blog, I will be posting kinky stories. Since the theme of the A-to-Z Challenge blog is gratitude, I thought I would mirror that and have each story relate to gratitude in some way.

Q is for Quiet

“Shhh,” he whispers in her ear. “If you aren’t quiet, everyone will hear you.”

I press my face down into the pillow as his cock presses deep inside me. We’re at a hotel with thin walls, and because it’s a wedding, everyone in the adjacent rooms is at least an acquaintance. If I’m in here screaming out my orgasm, they’ll know it was me. I would be so embarrassed. Ugh.

He fucks me hard and fast from behind, his body pressing me into the mattress. He slides one hand around me and finds my clit. He rubs it just the way I like, and I am helpless. His cock buried inside me, his fingers on my clit. I’m going to lose it.

My moans start to get louder, and he slips his other hand around my mouth and covers it. “Quiet, love. I know how embarrassed you’ll be if your friends know how good of a time you’re having with me.”

This is particularly true because we met at the wedding. This is not our room. It’s my room. He has his own room, but came with another friend, so we can’t have sex in there. “Please,” I whimper.

“Please, what, love?”

“Make me cum.”

He chuckles in my ear. This isn’t our first time together, but it is the first time in a long time. “I will, love, I will.”

And he does. The orgasm washes over me in waves, and I moan against his hand as quietly as I can. He picks up the pace until I hear the hiss of his breath as he cums. “Thank you,” I whisper as he takes his hand away from my mouth.

“Any time, love, any time.”

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Come back Monday for R is for Rape.