Stories From The 6 Train 1(36)

I can’t breathe. I’m liquid. Boneless. Suspended in a state of ecstasy. This is what I’ve been missing out on?

“Yeah?” Wes says. Apparently, it’s written all over my face.

“Oh yeah. Can we just do this forever? I need to make up for lost time.”

That rumbling laugh tickles my clit, and another aftershock quakes my body. “Sounds good to me. I could eat your pussy forever, baby. Tastes so good.”

Damn.

I’m starting to think that auction was the best thing that ever happened to me.

“But right now,” he continues, “I’m going to make good on my promise and make you cum on my cock.”

I swallow, nerves reappearing, even though this is exactly what I want.

“I’ll go as slow as you need me to,” he assures me.

I nod, watching as he rolls on a condom and settles himself between my legs, bracing himself on his palms on either side of my head. Wes locks his eyes on mine, positioning his huge cock at my entrance.

I swallow, my breath coming in desperate pants as he pushes the wide head of his thick cock into my virgin pussy.

“You okay?” he asks, watching me.

I nod again. Inch by tortuously slow inch, he presses into me, stopping when he feels any resistance, letting me adjust to his size before he pushes any further. Finally, he’s all the way in, filling me to the max, stretching me in a way that is a combination of searing pain and unbelievably exquisite pleasure. Taking up every bit of space inside of me. Filling me with him.

And he stays there, waiting. A rush of need takes over my body, and my pussy clamps down on his hard cock, needing the friction.

Wes groans. It must feel good to him. I clench over him again, loving how it feels to have him inside me. Then he begins to move. Thrusting inside me over and over and over. My body responds, instinct taking over, and I meet his every thrust, desperate to get more, to get closer, to feel him stroke me in the best possible way.

Placing his hands under my hips, he tilts me up until he’s hitting me at just the right angle. And it’s fucking perfect. In the next second, I’m doing exactly what he said I would. I’m coming all over his cock. Drenching him. Squeezing him. Milking him.

He lets out a fierce growl as he gives into his own pleasure, his cock swelling and pulsing inside me so hard that it sends me right into another spiral of ecstasy.

When I finally float back down to Earth, he takes me and wraps me in his arms, so gently, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. “Perfect,” he whispers.

It was. It couldn’t have been more perfect. Nothing at all like jumping into a pool of freezing water. It was more like sliding into a hot spring.

If that was just the first time? I can’t even imagine what’s ahead.

As if he knows what I’m thinking, he rolls me toward him, cupping my face. “And it only gets better from here.” He kisses me softly, and know I can’t wait to find out.





Jules & Linc





35





Jules





“Okay, Jules, what do we have on the agenda?”

I expertly balance my tablet in the crook of my arm while holding my Venti Caramel Macchiato with the same hand so I can swipe through Linc’s morning schedule.

“Eight-thirty with with Mackenzie, ten o’clock with the Burroughs, and eleven with—” I pause and glance up at my boss as we walk at a steady clip toward the subway entrance. I almost hate to tell him. “—Wes.”

He groans. “Way to start a Monday morning, Jules.”

I try to smother the laughter, but it bubbles up anyway. “He’s not that bad, Linc.”

Linc levels me with at stare that tells me just how bad he thinks his brother is. Yeah, we both know how he makes his money. Linc was sure to warn me about his brother from the first time he came in for a visit at Linc’s investment firm—the first week I started working for him two years ago. That doesn’t mean he’s a bad guy.

He sips his own coffee. Black and strong. “Well, at least he won’t be hitting on you this time. I have it on good word that he’s officially off the market.”

My eyebrows fly up, and I press a hand to my heart. “The women of Manhattan are going to be devastated. Oh, wait,” I say, as I pretend another thought hits. “This means they’re going to double down on their efforts to get their claws in you. How am I ever going to get any work done in between fighting them off with a baseball bat?”

Linc gives me a lopsided grin. “I’m sure you’ll figure it out, Jules. You’re only the most efficient assistant ever. You can fight them off one handed while drinking lattes and keeping me in line. And that’s no easy task,” he adds with a wink.