Stories From The 6 Train 1(146)

I close my eyes and moan deeply, swaying my hips as I rub my aching pussy against his mouth. I have absolute control right now, and there’s no better feeling in the world… Asides from giving up all control, that is. With Lance, control or no control, it’s all perfection. Sweet frenzied perfection.

Going hard, I angle myself so that he can lick my clit; I slow down, swaying my hips gently as I let him set the pace with his mouth. Soon enough I stop moving completely, succumbing to the maddening strokes of his tongue. Hissing between gritted teeth I take one hand to his hair, dishevel it and yank on it, forcing him to press his mouth harder against my wetness.

Fierce moans tumbling out of my lips, I finally come against his mouth, tightening my thighs around his head. Still he keeps sucking, sending shards of electric pleasure up my spine while I tremble and moan. I hold my position until the orgasm finally washes over me, and only then do I get out from where I am.

My fingers are trembling as I reach for the bed stand and grab the handcuff keys. I struggle to get my hands where I need them to be, but I finally manage to get the key inside the lock. The moment I turn it and the handcuff opens, his hand flies to my ass, his fingers digging deep into my flesh. I think of torturing him and keeping the other handcuff on, but I decide against it; I don’t want to torture myself as well. Getting his other arm free, I prepare for the inevitable: right now he’s a hungry predator, and I’m letting it out of its cage. He's going to pounce on me like a tiger, and he won’t stop until he has me completely spent and devoured. It’s the law of nature, and it sounds just about right.

Both his hands on my ass, he pushes me on top of the bed, laying me down. He climbs on top of me, his body between my legs, and presses his forehead against mine. We stay in silence for a whole eternity—a second—our eyes locked.

“You have no idea how hard I’m going to fuck you,” he whispers, my heart tightening inside my chest.

“What are you waiting for then?” I don’t need to say more: his hands go to my knees, and grabbing them, he pushes my legs apart. His fat glans pressed against my pussy, he thrusts without waiting, his cock sliding inside of me in a hurry. I grit my teeth and lace my legs behind his back, urging him to go as hard as he can. He doesn’t disappoint: his thrusts are furious right from the start, his cock pounding into me so fiercely that a sweet numbness starts to spread through my body.

I take my hands to his back and dig my fingernails on his muscles; he still has a few red marks on his chest from the last time we were together, so why not give him an equal memento on his back? I claw at him, and that makes him piston into me even harder. Turning my head to the side and parting my lips, I start nibbling at his ear, the soft cartilage hugged tightly by my teeth. I bite down harder than I should have, but he doesn’t even seem to notice. With my tongue I trace a downward line to his neck, and then I bite him there too, hard enough to leave a mark. He groans slightly, but I’m not sure if he has even registered where the pain has come from. He’s lost in a whirlwind of lust, fucking me as if he was born with that single purpose in mind.

“Oh, fuck!” I blurt out suddenly, his cock driving deeper into me. A sharp pain goes up my spine, but the moment it reaches my brain it has already turned into sweet pleasure. I open my mouth to moan, but I end up screaming; ecstasy whips me, and I come so hard I start to see dark spots on the edge of my eyes. I have to take a deep breath so that I don’t pass out, the raw energy that roams free through my body almost too much for me. Almost.

“This is going to be good,” Lance whispers into my ear, slowing down his rhythm. God, I’m trembling all over and he still keeps fucking me, not allowing me a minute’s rest. He works me with his cock until my fingernails are like knives on his back, stabbing his chiseled muscles as madness takes over me. There’s a hard pressure mounting inside of me, but there’s also a weird feeling on my insides.

“Lance, I--”

“Shh… Just let go,” he whispers. I’m not sure if he knows what’s going on inside my body, but his words have a soothing effect on me. I do exactly as he tells me to and just let go. The moment I relax, I go thermonuclear—my mind goes blank and I feel my pussy spasming and gushing at the same time. I moan, a wild laugh climbing up my throat. Sweet Jesus, I’m squirting! I feel the fluids dripping down my inner thighs to the sheets, drenching them in the juices of sinful ecstasy.

“You’re going to be the end of me,” I whisper into his ear, feeling dizzy. I take my legs out of his back and sprawl myself on the mattress, completely spent. He takes his cock out of me, slowly, and then lies down by my side.