Stories From The 6 Train 2(142)

“Fuck, that feels good,” I hear him say as I go from one ball to the other, lapping at them with my tongue.

“You know what else feels good?” I ask him, looking up into his eyes with a wicked grin. At the same time, I run one hand down my stomach and press my fingers right between my thighs. His eyes dart there, and I can see him mentally ripping the clothes off of my body.

“I can imagine,” he replies, grabbing me by the wrist and pulling me up to my feet harshly. “If your pussy is as tight as your mouth, I can’t fucking wait,” he continues, pinning both my arms against the wall while he presses his naked body against me. I swallow hard as I feel his hard cock brushing against my inner thigh over the fabric of my dress, and this time I’m the one mentally allowing him to rip the clothes off of my body.

Still holding me by the wrists, he leans into me and crushes his mouth against mine, parting my lips with his tongue. Our tongues dance around one another in a frenzy, and I notice him peeling his fingers off my wrists at the same time; his hands dart to my shoulders, and then his fingers trail down the side of my body.

With a growl, he digs his fingers into my hips and forces me to turn on my heels. I place my hands against the wall at shoulder-height, and I bite down on my lower lip as I feel him grabbing the zipper between my shoulder blades. He pulls it down slowly, baring my back, and it almost feels like flames are engulfing my beating heart when I feel his knuckles brushing over the dimples on my lower back.

I breathe out and close my eyes as he presses his mouth to my neck, kissing my skin as he pulls my dress down, bunching it around my waist. His fingers move back up to between my shoulder blades and, with a deft flick, he simply unhooks my bra. I feel the cups drooping over my breasts, and my nipples become so hard they almost hurt.

There are no straps on my bra, and so all Parker has to do is tug on them gently for the cups to slide off my breasts and then float easily to the floor, falling at my feet. I press my forehead against the wall as he reaches for me, cupping both my tits and squeezing, and I react without thinking; I thrust my ass back violently, eager to feel his hard cock against my body.

His shaft fits right between my ass cheeks and, even though there’s still fabric between both our bodies, I can’t help but moan as if he’s already inside of me. I sway my hips in a flowing motion, grinding against him and stroking him with my ass cheeks, and he responds by pinching both my nipples at the same time. I feel a sharp stab of pain on my rosy tips, and that pain shoots straight up into my brain, except by the time it gets there, it has already turned into honeyed pleasure.

“I want you… I want you so bad,” I find myself saying, the words flying out of my mouth before my brain has even had the time to process them. All I know is that I need him inside of me in an almost desperate way, every single inch of my body screaming for his touch.

“I’m right here,” he whispers, taking his hands off of my breasts and burying his fingers in my hips. He rocks his hips against me, grinding against my ass for a few seconds, and then suddenly takes one step back. He tugs on my dress harshly, yanking it, and I feel the fabric kissing my legs as it slides down to my ankles.

I feel his eyes roaming over my body, and then he’s on me again, his cock nestled between my ass cheeks. With a growl, he hooks his fingers on the string that laces my outer thigh and pulls on it; there’s a ripping sound, and then the fabric of my thong slides off me, the cool air of the room caressing my naked pussy.

His hand goes around my waist, and then drops down until he has two fingers pressed on my clit. I gasp as I feel the pressure, electricity building up inside every single nerve ending in my body.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard,” he whispers, pressing his cock hard against my ass.

“Do it, daddy,” I tell him, my voice heavy with anticipation. He pulls back, and I feel the tip of his cock trailing down my ass crack as he grabs it with one hand and angles it down. I go on tiptoes as I feel his cock brushing against my drenched folds and, just like that, he thrusts. I gasp as I mentally prepare to have him go all the way inside of me, but he stops after feeding just one inch into my pussy.

“Fuck me… hard…” I breathe out, my insides burning as I feel my pussy lips choking the thickness of his shaft. Even though my back is turned to him, I can almost feel the grin on his lips as he thrusts, this time burying his cock to the hilt inside my pussy.

I grit my teeth as I feel my inner walls stretching to accommodate the massiveness of his shaft, my brain working overtime to process all the mind-bending sensations flooding it. And that’s when Parker starts to rock his hips, sliding his cock in and out of me at a steady pace. His thighs slap my ass cheeks over and over again, the sound of flesh on flesh lulling me into a lust-crazed trance.