Stories From The 6 Train 1(54)

She lets out a scream of pleasure, her eyes going wide and locking with mine as I continue to pump my fingers in and out of her. Then her body tenses and her inner walls begin to pulse around my fingers. Her legs shake and her head falls back as she cums on my hand, soaking me with her juices.

I can’t look away. I’ve never seen a woman in such pure ecstasy. I mean, I’ve made plenty of women cum, but nothing has ever been like this. When she floats back down, she collapses on my chest, her breath heaving.

I want nothing more than to be inside of her. Right now. To know what it feels like to have that tight pussy milk my cock.

But I plan on making her cum a few more times first. After a minute, she lifts her head and looks at me, wonder on her face. “I have never in my life had an orgasm like that,” she says bluntly.

I smile and drop a light kiss on her lips. “Just wait. That was only the teaser.”





49





Tatum





I didn’t think we’d ever make it back to my apartment. I almost thought I was going to rip his clothes off right on the subway. Giggling, I shake my head.

“What?” Evan asks as I fumble with the key in the lock.

“I can’t believe we did that on the train.”

He smirks. “Stories from the 6 Train…”

“You’re not kidding. That one should go down as the craziest one for me.”

Finally, we’re inside, and I shut the door, looking at him. I want him so badly I can hardly contain myself. I’ve felt him against me, but now I need to feel him in me.

Evan steps forward. “Think I owe you a few more orgasms.”

Now it’s my turn to smirk. “I’ll be happy to collect.”

The next instant, he’s crushing his mouth to mine like he’s starving for me.

That’s how I feel. Like I’ve been starved of him my whole life, and now that I have him, I can’t get enough.

I walk backward as we kiss, leading him to my bedroom, and we fall back together when my knees hit the back of the bed.

Evan lifts up and stares at me for a moment. “So sweet. So sexy.”

He keeps saying that, but I’m more than happy to hear it over and over. I reach for him, pulling at the hem of his shirt, working it up and over his shoulders, revealing all that intricate ink that winds across his chest and around his arms. I trace the colors, entranced.

“My turn,” he murmurs, pulling my shirt up. His eyes fall on the tattoo I have on the side of my chest. A bar of music and a bluebird woven together. A grin tips his mouth. “I love it.”

Then he makes quick work of ridding me of my jeans and shoes, leaving me spread before him in nothing but my bra and panties.

“My turn,” I echo, sitting up and unbuttoning his jeans, shoving them down with his underwear, revealing his cock. I gasp as it bounces free, so long and thick and hard that I have to wrap my hand around it, have to dip my mouth down for a taste of the bead of precum on the tip.

Evan groans. “Tatum. God. That feels so good.”

I smile, loving that I’m making him feel this way. Holy shit. It hits me like a freight train. I’m about to take Evan Anderson’s cock inside my mouth. Mind. Blown.

I lick a circle around the head, then drag my tongue down his length. I work my way back up slowly, my eyes on his, then press him between my lips, going down as far as I can, loving how he fills my mouth.

It’s not long before his groaning and swelling, and he jerks me off of him in a hurry. “No. Need to be inside you. Promised you I’d make you cum over and over.” He winks, pulling a condom from his pants and rolling it on quickly.

He crawls on top of me, unhooking my bra and tossing it aside. Then he licks his way down my stomach to my panties, grabbing them with his teeth and dragging them down my legs. It has to be one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen. Then he licks his way back up my inner thigh, settling his head between them and licking my pussy until I’m writhing on the bed, begging him to fuck me.

With a growl, Evan grabs my hips and yanks me to the edge of the bed, pulling my legs up to rest on his shoulders. I feel his cock pressing at my entrance. Pressing inside. Slowly filling me up, sliding all the way inside, stretching me in the best possible way.

Then we begin to move, our bodies in sync, both needy and desperate.

“Tatum,” he moans. “I’ll take my time with you. Later. Right now I have to have you.”

I couldn’t agree more. “Yes. Fuck me, Evan. Fuck me hard.”

He does, pounding into me over and over until I feel like I’m about to explode. And as he swells inside me, his cock becoming impossibly thicker, I feel myself clenching and pulsing, an electric current running through my body, setting off sparks as I cum so damn hard. And Evan’s coming too. Pumping deep inside me while we both cry out in pleasure.