Stories From The 6 Train 2(191)

I’ll just get him hard again.

“Fuck,” he groans again, grabbing at my hair and pushing my head back. I finally relent, his cock popping out of my mouth with a wet sound, and I look up at him with a wild grin.

“What?” I ask him, sliding both my hands up his abs.

“You’re driving me fucking insane, you know?” His words are heavy and laden with anticipation, and only now do I realize how close he was to cumming. In fact, there’s a salty flavor on my tongue from his pre-cum; he was just one heartbeat away from exploding inside my mouth, and I can’t begin to imagine the amount of self-control it took for him to stop in time.

“That’s my job, to drive you insane,” I purr, my hands now going over to his pectorals. Leaning down, I let my breasts fall on either side of his cock, and bring my hands back down. I squeeze both my tits and, pressing them together, I start stroking Parker’s cock with them.

“Well, that works,” he grins, looking up at the ceiling with an expression of pure delight. He falls back onto the mattress, and I let go of my tits and jump up to my feet. Completely out of control, I climb on top of his body, straddling him. I’m about to reach for his cock when his parted lips draw my attention and so, instead of simply impaling myself on his hard member, I go over his body and rest my knees on either side of his head, my pussy dangerously close to his mouth.

“How about this? Does it drive you insane?” I ask him, brushing my wet pussy lips against his mouth. Still grinning, he pushes his tongue out from between his lips and reaches straight for my clit, lapping at it eagerly.

“It does… It fucking does,” he breathes out, his hands darting to my ass. He squeezes both my cheeks at the same time and pulls me into him, forcing me to press my pussy harshly against his open mouth.

“Oh God,” I moan as he starts to devour the wetness between my thighs, his tongue working on my clit and then running up and down the length of my drenched folds. I shut my legs closed, his head pressed between them, and lean back, swaying my hips back and forth.

I don’t even know if he can breath like this, but it’s not like he’s complaining—far from it, actually. He lashes out at my pussy with renewed strength, ravaging it with each movement of his tongue.

I laugh and moan, moan and scream, my voice spinning out of control as darts of pleasure poke holes in my mind. All thoughts scatter inside my skull like fleeing mice, and I close my eyes as I start to hear the roil of thunder and ecstasy closing in on me.

“Oh my fucking --” I start, but my words fall into oblivion as fireworks go off behind my shut eyelids, the fingers of pleasure reaching for me and smacking me so hard that I don’t even remember what my name is. Every woman should feel pleasure like this, at least once in her life. Being fucked all the way into ecstasy is the pinnacle of a wicked existence, sure, but there’s something about being eaten out until the climax… Especially when the man that has his mouth on you knows what he’s doing. And, lucky for me, that’s exactly the case.

The moment my back arches and my muscles start to twitch, Parker stops the erratic movements of his mouth and simply wraps his lips around my clit, pressing down on it with his tongue and amplifying my orgasm until it becomes so massive I feel dizzy and on the verge of passing out.

“Fuck… Now that’s talent,” I say as I roll to the side, sprawling myself on the bed and breathing so hard that it feels like my lungs are filled with sharp needles.

“Givin’ up?” I hear Parker’s voice, and I open my eyes in time to see him following after me. Kneeling on the bed, he leans into me, and placing his hands on my waist, forces me to roll to the side so that I’m lying flat on my stomach. He then pulls me into him, making me thrust my ass up, and I go on all fours.

“I never give up,” I reply, swaying my ass from side to side as an invitation.

“That’s exactly what I wanted to hear.” Running his fingers up and down the curve of my ass, he then lifts his hands up, and I hold my breath as I feel the air moving around my body; he brings one hand down fast, smacking me across the ass, and I let out a wild moan.

“Your cock, give it to me,” I moan, still swaying my ass, and he slaps me across both my cheeks with the back of his hand. He does it over and over again until my flesh is burning up, and I bet that tomorrow it’s going to be hell to sit down. But it doesn’t matter; the sweetness of this pain is worth all that.

“C’mere,” he says, his voice barely a whisper, and pulls me into him. I don’t even have the time to exhale as, grabbing his cock with one hand, he presses its tip against my pussy and simply thrusts.