Stories From The 6 Train 2(156)

“I’ve never had a man like you,” I whisper at him, pressing my forehead against his as I keep on moving my body in a flowing motion. His hands are still on my ass, feeling the sway of my hips, and he’s squeezing my cheeks harshly.

“Is that so?” he says, looking back into my eyes with that delicious smile of his. “I guess I deserve something special then, don’t I?” he asks me, pushing my thong to the side and caressing my ass crack with his thumb.

“You do deserve something special,” I reply with a nod, already knowing what I’m going to do. I’m going to break free of all chains, of all decency, and I’m going to drive him utter and completely mad. “This is all for you,” I continue, grinding against him harder than before, moving my hips so fast that my muscles are already complaining from the effort. I just ignore the cramps and keep on swaying my body, pressing my wet pussy against the bulging shape of his cock as hard as I can.

“Fuck,” he groans, throwing his head back against the headrest of the couch and closing his eyes. I start unbuttoning his shirt, popping button after button, and then flatten the palm of my hands over his hard pectorals. I bite on my lower lip as I do it, feeling the rugged outline of his muscles under my fingertips, and then I lean toward him and crush my lips against his neck.

I kiss his skin wantonly and then I part my lips and nibble at it, pulling it between my teeth. He groans once more, hooking his fingers on the side of my thong, and then tugs on it viciously. There’s a ripping sound, and then I sigh heavily as I feel the thong sliding off my body. I raise my hips for a second, allowing him to take it off of me, and then I sit back on his lap again.

“You’re something special,” he tells me, throwing my thong to the side and laying his hands on my ass again. “I’ve never met a woman that could drive me half as mad as you do, Amy,” he continues, his voice heavy with anticipation. He’s probably wondering what I have in store for him, and that’s good; I want to keep him on edge.

“Trying to buy me with praise?” I ask him, nibbling at his neck again and resuming the pendulum movement of my hips.

“I don’t need to buy you with anything,” he replies, grabbing the hem of the shirt I’m wearing and pulling it over my head. I raise my arms up in the air as he removes the shirt in a hurry, and I let a smile creep up on my lips as I notice his eyes falling on my naked breasts. You guessed it—no bra.

“No, you don’t. Your big cock has already bought me,” I tell him, taking my hand to his crotch and curling my fingers around the shape of his huge member. I feel it pulse against my fingers, and my skin prickles as I imagine him inside of me.

My heart starts racing inside my chest and, acting on pure instinct, I flick my fingers against the top button of his jeans and let it free. I then pull his zipper down, biting on my lower lip as I feel his hard cock pushing back against the fabric of his boxer briefs and brushing against my knuckles.

With a half-growl, half-moan, I roll to the side and push his pants down his legs in a hurry. He helps me by kicking them off, and then I push his shirt down his arms, a shiver going up my spine as I feel my fingertips going over the cords of muscles that move under his arms.

“Much better,” I grin, looking at his almost naked body with a hunger I didn’t even know I had in me. My eyes focus on the harsh shape under his boxer briefs, and a sudden urge to have him inside of me takes over my mind.

I’m going to take his boxers off, and then I’m going to suck on his hard cock in such a way that he’ll never forget my mouth. That’s what I want to do, but first, I need to feel his thickness stretching me wide.

I simply can’t help it.

I jump on top of his body once more, straddling him, and press my naked pussy against his crotch. I swallow hard as I feel his thickness throbbing against my pussy lips, just a thin layer of fabric between our bodies, and unbridled madness takes over me.

“I… need… this…” I groan as I move, turning my fingers into claws and hooking them on his boxer briefs. I push them down his legs with erratic wild movements, and then I sit back on his lap, reaching for his cock with one hand. I curl my fingers around it and, with my eyes locked on his I start moving my hand back and forth as fast as I can.

“Fuck… That’s… That’s good,” he groans, gritting his teeth as an expression of pure bliss takes over his face. He throws his head back again, a sudden grin dominating his lips, and he thrusts his hips up by instinct. He wants to feel more than just my fingers wrapped around his cock. And you know what? So do I.