Stories From The 6 Train 2(112)

Well, guess what?

I got enough fucking money that neither of us has to work ever again.

Sure, I want to work. I want to be top dog. I want to be the fucking best at what I do.

But it's not worth losing the girl I love over.

The girl right now whose body is responding to my cock as it nestles inside her ass cheeks.

She's grinding her hips against me in slow, circular movements.

I feel the nerves on my tip start to burn. Her skin is so fucking soft and her flesh is so pliant that I could cum all over her ass right now if I kept on doing this long enough.

Thinking about her ass guides my hands down to her cheeks and I squeeze.

Becca slowly wakes up, coming to life. She turns her head back slightly and realizes the position she's in. She knows what's happening and without a word, she pushes back on me with greater precision.

I run a finger over her lips.

They're puffy and swollen with desire. She wants this just as bad as I do.

Last night she was like a monster. She couldn't get enough.

Becca grunts, and in a moment she's adjusted herself. We're not spooning anymore. She's turned over on her stomach. She sticks her ass up in the air, inviting me.

I don't need to be asked twice.

Just because I love her doesn't mean that I won't fuck her like a whore right now.

I get on my knees and position my thick 12-inch cock over her slit.

She feels the head part open her lips.

"Fuck," she whimpers as my head stretches open her canal.

"That's good, baby girl," I whisper and in one smooth motion I'm inside her.

All fucking 12 inches.

"Oh my God," Becca moans as I piston my cock inside and out of her slowly.

I can afford to go slow.

"I love it when you fuck me," she moans into her pillow.

I continue to fuck her.

"What did I tell you to call me?" I ask her.

My cock is scraping against her walls, making her spasm involuntarily.

"Daddy," she whimpers. "I love it when you fuck me, Daddy," she says.

"That's a good girl," I say softly into her neck.

My nose brushes against the small of her neck and I kiss her. I can smell her hair. It smells like roses. "Fuck, you're so sweet and innocent," I say to her.

I can feel rather than see her smile into her pillow and she wiggles her ass a bit more.

"But I'll be your whore, Daddy," she moans as my cock continues to stimulate her nerve clusters.

"I've made you my fucking nympho," I grunt.

"I love it, Daddy," she says with a drawl that I can tell is caused from the pleasure of my cock.

I want her to be as dirty as she wants with me. To do the nastiest things with. Things that we'll never tell anyone else. But keep secret between us.

I'll tell her every single fucking fantasy I have. And I'll make hers come true.

She begins to push her ass up at me, meeting my thrusts.

Fuck, I can't keep this going much longer if she does it. I thought I was satisfied from yesterday. But it's like she's my fucking drug.

I mean, look at it. I've given up everything to be with her.

And I'd do it all over again.

Becca turns her head as much as she can to look at me. She can only manage from the side of her vision but her eyes are clouded with lust.

"You're not supposed to do this to your baby girl," she says with a lascivious smile. "I want you to cum inside of me."

"Fuck, if you keep talking like that, I'll cum right now," I manage to say despite the fact that my nuts are starting to twist and my heart is beating rapidly.

"Cum inside me now, Daddy," she moans as her eyes roll back into her head. I feel her body tremble and shake and her pussy walls grasp onto my cock and start squeezing it.

Fuck, I'm being milked. And I can't take it anymore.

I explode with the power of my seed, shooting deep inside of her.

My vision blurs and I can't stop.

Pleasure courses from the tip of my cock through my body as I keep pistoning in and out of Becca and she keeps meeting my thrusts with movement of her own.

She can't stop either. Our muscles have begun to work involuntarily.

The pleasure turns to shuddering. I've cum almost a quart of fucking cum into her and my nerves are raw. A few final strokes send shudders down my spine and I stop.

Becca is sprawled on the bed again, breathing heavily.

I pull out of her and join her.

Immediately, my seed spills out of her. It's overflowing like a dam.

I came so much. It's a wonder that she doesn't get...

"Mason," Becca says, turning to me and cuddling against my chest. "I have something to tell you that I was going to tell you last night...before everything happened."

I look at her. She can tell me anything she wants.

"I'm here for you, baby girl," I tell her.

She looks me in the eyes. Those wide, beautiful doe-eyes.

"I'm pregnant," she says simply. I can tell her eyes are intently searching my face to see what my reaction is going to be.