Stories From The 6 Train 2(197)

I see that Jenny’s sleeping. That’s a damn relief for me. That nervous little sound shaking through her voice got my cock so rock hard I thought it would bust through my Brioni, and what a waste of a 50,000 dollar suit.

I’m a billionaire CEO. I shouldn’t be in here watching the virgin I just bought here sleep. But, well, I have two fucking meetings. There are two words that own my day until I get back and own her tight ass.

Mergers. Acquisitions.

You don’t grow an empire without conquering.

That’s true with my business.

And It will be true when it comes to that tight virgin pussy breathing slow little breaths, in and out, on my bed.

I can see the outline of her breasts, rising and falling, through my sheets.

I can smell the scent of her, invading the privacy of my room. Normally it only smells like Armani and leather.

Now there’s a sweet pussy and her dainty floral scent filling the air. I breathe her in and I almost forget that I’m supposed to be in a meeting in ten minutes.

How did I stand here so long without realizing it? Fuck, I’m stroking my cock and I squeeze the damn python in my trousers when my smart watch decides to violate the airwaves to tell me to get my meeting.

I pass Genovee on the way out and she manages to give me a laugh again.





Jenny





Okay, so, I knew that I would fuck this guy. Like, that’s what I signed up for. I figured, not a big deal. I’d squeeze my eyes shut and some nasty dude who couldn’t get a woman would stick it in, grunt and pump, and it would all be over in three minutes and I’d point the shower head up my pussy and drain out his mess.

But Darren is the hottest fucking man I have ever seen. I can see the eight-pack abs outlined under his shirt.

Now I’m feeling them mashing my tits up while his perfect mouth is on my neck. His tongue, his lips, are doing things that I didn’t know could be done.

I’m fucking moaning like a cat in heat.

I’m nervous but oh my god I want him!

And some stupid part of me kicks in and is like, yeah, no, we don’t let him win like this.

Foolish actions for me to take?

Check. This is so dumb of me.

Inevitable action for me because of how my brain is working in overdrive.

Ugh, fucking check. I have that thing with my mouth where it does stuff my brain knows I shouldn’t.

Mouth.

Now why did I have to go and think about something like that?

Darren’s mouth is all over me. His hands are pulling me close to him, roaming all over my body. Things are happening so fast and I can’t breathe.

Not even if I wanted to.

My brain’s distraction from the twisting, aching pull in my pussy that makes me want him desperately?

I’m going to redecorate his fucking conference room.

See, let’s flash back to this morning.

I woke up and he had clothes, makeup, makeup remover, shoes. I got dressed in everything and before he could give me any rules, I opened my mouth to cut him off. He grabbed my wrist when I raised it, his thumbs working voodoo over my skin. The way that he watched me then? It was like he was listening but he was still winning. “Mr. Big Bad Billionaire, don’t you have more important things to do than boss me around? I mean, you have more money than god, don’t you want to tend to your peasants? Your staff?”

After three very long seconds, Darren said with a huge grin, “Why, yes I do.” He released my wrist, grinned at me some more like the cat that ate the canary, and he says this.

You won’t believe this.

“I suppose showing off my property to my company, as I go about my affairs today, not such a bad idea.”

That man had meeting after meeting after meeting.

He didn’t introduce me beyond my first name. No job title, no ‘she’s my property’…so that’s when I realized.

No one knows I’m property.

Now it is just me and him in his private office. No meetings. No visits from his real assistants…so I knew we were alone.

He knew we were alone. If he cared before he pawed me.

He walked up to me. He looked into my eyes and dared me to do otherwise. I kinda wanted to see where it was going.

Kinda have no idea what any of this is going to be.

And now here I am.

His mouth is all over me. His hands are all over me. Darren is a like a wild animal with his eight pack abs pressed against me, those hard pectorals sinking into me, his mouth and tickling lips all over me.

Oh my god?!

He could have any woman and he bought me.

Like that’s so weird.

I wanted to be like, oh, stop. Or oh god, give me more.

But my damned brain is like, beat him! Don’t let him win.

Win.

That words explains it to me.

I want him to win me.

See, he may have bought me, but I want him to win me. And as good as that feels, I need more than hot kisses on my neck.