Stories From The 6 Train 2(205)

No. That was the reward. Here comes punishment.

He sets me back up against his lap and my legs wrap around him. I start to grind on him, instinctually needing to hump him like some kind of animal. I know Darren wants me and I begged him to fuck me. Can’t he give me what we both want? I don’t know much about sex but I know that I feel his erection knocking at the door and I want him to answer so badly. I want him to fill me up and erase this agony his started in my body.

Darren grabs my wrists swiftly. It almost feels frantic. “I need to look in your eyes when I finally sink my cock into you, Jenny.”

I finally regain control of my breathing long enough to steal his, crashing my mouth on Darren’s lips and kisses him with every unbridled passion coursing through my body.

Darren’s hands reach down and grasp my ass, the still-warm skin heating up further with his hands gripping me. I pull back according to his request and look him in the eyes as he lifts me, then lowers me down on his enormous cock.

I can’t believe how incredible the feel of his cock sinking into me. I crave him buried inside me. My pussy walls stretch to accommodate the massive girth of him and it feels so damn good that my eyes roll back in their orbits.

Wait.

Darren told me this was going to be punishment?

That thought is barely out of my head when he starts mightily thrusting into me so hard that I’m screaming out in lust. My pussy is on delicious fire, taking every second of his pumping and thrusting and being so perfectly filled up by him.

“I fucking love you, Jenny. I love your perfect fucking pussy and your perfect fucking mind. You’re all mine,” Damien growls, pulling my tight and bringing his face to bury in my neck. I wrap my arms around him and pull him closer, loving this closeness to him.

Loving him.

“I can’t believe how this…” I attempt to breathe as an orgasm starts to overtake me. I feel his cock get rock fucking hard inside me, well, even harder — it is already like steel wrapped in velvet owning every inch of me with every inch of him.

I moan loudly and start to slam my body against him, my pussy swallowing up his cock as we cum together. I feel all of our cum spilling out and dripping down my thighs. That’s so fucking hot I feel like I’ve been struck my lust made of lightning.

I gulp big breaths until we both, sweat-soaked and holding each other, collapse together. “I love you so much, Darren. I had no idea one person could complete me the way that you do,” I say, and I kiss his lips softly.

I can feel him smile beneath my kiss and he kisses me so hard, I think I swoon. I didn’t even know swooning was real, and now I’m like, okay, that’s my life now. Because fucked up but perfect…that’s me and Darren, Angels.





And The Last One, Folks





Ladies, I proudly present… Whitney & Dax, which is a short story by Alexis Angel.

Thank you so much for reading!



xoxo



Alexis





Whitney & Dax





Whitney & Dax





Whitney





My mouth drops open, and I stare at my boss. I don’t know if I’m relieved or terrified.

He just offered me the job that I’ve been both wishing for and hoping I wouldn’t have to take. And now here it is. A “promotion.” From cocktail waitress to full-fledged stripper.

“Um, okay,” I stammer.

He gives me a harsh look. “Do you want it or not, Whitney? There are plenty of other girls willing to take Poppy’s place.”

“Yes. I want it.” The words fly from my mouth. I’d be an idiot not to. The kind of money the strippers make at this club is insane compared to the tips I make handing out drinks to the horny guys that come to see them.

“Good. After that stunt tonight, she won’t be coming back here. You start tomorrow.”

One of the club’s strippers just left without a word, yanked offstage by some guy that I was serving drinks to only minutes before. Apparently, you don’t get a second chance here.

I nod and gulp. Tomorrow. In less than twenty-four hours I’ll be taking my clothes off for money. Part of me thinks I’ve lost my mind. The other part is turned on by it. Knowing that all eyes will be on me. Wanting me. Hot for me. Cocks hard as I peel my clothes off piece by piece.

A shiver runs through my body, and I feel a needy throb between my legs. It’s been way too long since I’ve seen action if just the idea of it has me aching for someone to make me come.

As usual, I’ll be taking care of that myself when I get home. Most likely to fantasies of my fuck hot roommate. Also as usual.

I can’t help it. Dax has a body made for sex. I’ve seen it more than enough times to know what nearly every perfect inch of that man looks like. He’s not exactly modest, walking around our apartment in nothing but boxer briefs half the time. It’s like he wants me to look.