Stories From The 6 Train 2(123)

“I’m going to fuck you so hard that you’ll forget your name, baby girl,” he whispers before pressing his mouth against mine, kissing while he thrusts. My insides burn as his thickness pushes back against my inner walls, and I grip him hard with my legs around his waist. He’s fucking me so hard that fireworks are going off behind my shut eyelids, and I already feel beads of sweat forming on my forehead. He was right about what he said; if he keeps fucking me like this, I won’t remember my name once he’s done.

He’s moving so fast that I no longer know when his cock is sliding out or sliding in and, to be honest, I couldn’t care any less about it. All that matters is that I feel every single throb of his cock, the warmness of his shaft spreading through me and numbing every single one of my senses. Each thrust of his is like a pure blessing, and I’m already feeling the pressure mounting inside of me.

I open my mouth to tell him not to stop, but all I manage to produce is a weak croak. It doesn’t matter, though; he’s not thinking of stopping. Instead, he goes even faster, pushing me close to the edge and then forcing me to jump straight into a pool of pleasure.

“Oh, my, GOD!” I scream out, the sound of it crawling up my throat, clawing at my vocal chords and then exploding on my mouth like a bomb. My scream turns into a high-pitched scream, the flames of ecstasy licking at my skin from the inside out.

When my muscles finally stop twitching, Mason lays one gentle kiss against my cheek and then whispers into my ear. “I hope you’re not tired already…” he says and, even though I’m already feeling as spent as I could be, I shake my head.

“More,” I simply say, running my tongue over my lips.

“Are you sure you can take more?” he teases me, pulling his cock out of me. “I won’t hold back.”

“I don’t want you to hold back… I want you to destroy me,” I tell him, the way the words roll over my tongue making the adrenaline race through my veins.

“That’s my girl,” he says, grabbing me by the hips again. He sits me up on the seat and then he lies down, looking at me with an expectant look. “Come here,” he calls me with a grin. “I’m not done with devouring that pussy of yours.” Grinning back, I climb on top of him and, placing my knees at the side of his head, I offer him my pussy.

He cranes his neck and, grabbing me by the hips, presses his mouth against my wetness once more. I sway my hips back and forth, thrusting against his face as he eats me out, all of his movements pregnant with a wild and insatiable hunger.

A deep certainty fills me and I can’t help but smile; somehow, I’m sure that when we are finally old and wrinkled, our joints and muscles a ghost of a time gone by, he’ll be as hungry as he is now. And that fits me just right, if you ask me. I have absolutely no intention of going without sex even one single day for the rest of my life. Hey, what do you want me to say? I have a strong libido, especially since I’m with Mason. He just makes me be like this… I mean, I’m sure that he has this effect on pretty much every woman he comes across, but now he’s mine. Mine, mine, mine.

As I grind against his face, he moves his hands back to my ass cheeks and, using his index finger, he places it over my asshole. Pressing softly at first, he slides it inside of my ass again, moving it back and forth at a merciless pace until I have no other choice but to come against his mouth.

My body tenses up and relaxes, the orgasm washing over me with an ebb and flow. The tides of pleasure are lulling my mind, the high waves of this ocean of ecstasy lapping at my body and spending the few reserves of energy I still have inside of me. But I still want more… And I want one last showdown before making him fuck me for the last time. I lift my legs and turn around and, now with my ass turned to him, I go on all fours on top of his body; I reach for his cock and, grabbing it, I point it straight at my mouth and lower my head.

At the same time, he hooks his fingers on my hips and forces me to ease my pussy down on his face. The moment I feel my wetness against his lips, I start to sway my body at a frantic pace, bobbing my head at the same rhythm.

We go like this for God knows how long, the whole concept of time becoming completely meaningless. With his mouth on my pussy, and my mouth on his cock, I can’t really focus on anything else. And, as he licks my clit with renewed ferocity, I feel my brain on the verge of shutting down. Still, I manage to remain unconscious, only to have another orgasm explode inside of me, the shock waves of it rushing through my muscles and forcing me to take his cock out of my mouth.

Coming up for air, I scream as loud as I can, certain that the driver can hear us. I’m pretty sure that the limo has soundproof dividers, but there’s no way in hell that a scream as loud as my own would go by unheard. As far as I know, even the passersby in the street can hear us—not that it bothers me, anyway. In fact, all I want is for everyone to know that Mason is my man, and that I’m his woman… I want everyone to know that I have the perfect man with the perfect cock, and that he knows how to fuck me like no other man could ever do.