Stories From The 6 Train 2(199)

Right now, He’s not saying anything. He cracks his knuckles, looks to me. I know that he’s going to make me say more.

I did all this…well, now I have to earn that..whatever that is.

I shakily pick up one foot, then the other. I walk toward him, stepping over the pile of shit that I dropped. I don’t care about any of that crap, and neither does he.

I sit on the conference table in front of him. This room looks absolutely hideous after what I have done. He’s sitting in one of these crappy chairs and he stands out like the rest of the world is made of a mannequin and he’s the real deal.

Darren is the real deal. He’s a real man. He’s so fucking gorgeous the truth is that I almost trip on nothing — after all those catalogs — and have to grip the edge of the table tight. I want to be able to ask for what I want with some dignity but I don’t think that I have it in me.

“I want you to do that stuff with your mouth,” I say in a low voice. “I want you to do more,” I say with a gulp.

Oh god.

What if he turns me down?

What if he makes me beg?

What if he does exactly what I ask?!

I am pretty sure that these are the kinds of thoughts that lend credence to that whole idea that women are hard to understand. I mean, I agree right now. I am having a hard time understanding what I want right now.

“You want my lips on you?” Darren says. His hands reach out and grab my wrists.

His low, sensual voice echoes in my mind. It reverberates off my skin and I have shivers.

“Your lips,” I admit. “Your tongue,” I say, looking at the ground to the side of him. My face heats more, and I feel my skin flushing. I want to fan myself but he’s holding me. Besides, then I’d look as ridiculous as I feel.

“Ah,” Darren releases one of my wrists and crooks a finger under my chin. “My tongue,” he repeats in that dark velvet voice. “I think you can be arranged,” Darren says.

He didn’t say that could be arranged.

Darren said I could.

Before I have time to start to imagine just what that might mean, Darren has me torso and head flat against the table. My legs are spread out, and he’s shoved my skirt up to my stomach, torn my panties clear off.

And he runs his tongue down the length of my slit and then shoves it back up and inside me. His thumb works over my clit.

“Oh my goddddddddd!” I cry out.

“I prefer Darren,” Darren says, his words vibrating over my skin. His mouth is back on me in seconds.

I roll my hips up and press my hands into his hair. “Fuck, fuuuuck,” I moan. I can’t believe how good this feels. My need to protest is utterly gone. Never has anything felt so good. That pressure heating up my belly feels like it might burst within me.

“Your pussy takes as pretty as it looks,” Darren says, lifting up his face and looking up at me.

I watch him sliding two fingers into my pussy. He works them in a scissoring motion and stretches me, and I groan. The sensation is utterly overwhelming. I want to make him stop…and I definitely also don’t want him to stop because it feels so good. I bite my lip and let my head fall back as I moan.





Darren





Jenny’s sweet pussy is creaming all over my face. The sounds of pure pleasure are music from her lips and right to my cock. I orchestrate every sound I can from her. I could eat her pussy all damn day. All the tension of waiting, of putting up with these little games, I’m eager to bury my face in her now and feel just how hopelessly out of control she is right now.

That’s what she needs right now. All her tension has her ready to blow…and I know just the release she needs.

Her moans become staccato whimpers, her breathing shallow, and I know she’s close. “Yeah,” I say, sliding fingers back into her pussy and bringing my mouth to her clit. “Cum for me, Jenny. Let go,” I tell her.

I see confusion knit her brows.

Three.

She sucks in her lower lip.

Two.

Jenny inhales deeply.

One.

Jenny’s whole body rockets off past everything and she’s quaking around me.

I slam my fingers deep in her, curl, and stroke her G-spot. Tongue her clit with just the right intensity. She’s exploding all around me and drinking in every drop I can. I feel her gush cum all over my hand, sliding down my wrist. I want her to feel every second of this and maybe relax enough.

“Now I have to fuck you,” I groan when she’s done cumming.

“Oh,” Jenny says in a breathy voice. “Oh!” she says again. I can tell she’s trying to get her footing now.

“Bought,” I say, sliding my tongue down her pussy. “Paid for. Mine.”

Her lower lips trembles. Partially because she wants me to have her. And partially because she’s still hesitant. There’s something on her mind.