Stories From The 6 Train 2(211)

“Are you sure about this?” I ask, barely able to get the words out because I’m panting with need. “We live together you know.”

He smirks at me. “Sounds like it’s win-win to me. Baby, you don’t have to get off by yourself anymore if you don’t want to. I’m more than happy to take care of that every single night.”

I bite my lip, fighting a grin. “I think I can get down with that.”

Who knew that all this time we both wanted the same thing?

He grips my hips and winks. “Now be the best roommate ever and sink down on this cock.”

Finally.

I lower myself onto him, gasping at the thickness that stretches me so, so good.

“God, it feels good to have your pussy wrapped around my cock,” Dax growls.

I couldn’t agree more.

I ride him hard, loving how he fills me up. He drops a hand to my clit, rubbing it with his thumb until I’m dizzy and lightheaded, clutching his shoulders as I bury my head in his neck and come so fucking hard, clenching and gripping him until I feel him begin to throb too.

“Whitney,” he bites out as he digs his fingers into my hips even harder, fucking me all the way through both of our orgasms.

Then we collapse, sated, on the couch.

“Best. Roommate. Ever.”

I giggle at his words, stroking his cock lightly. I’m so glad that after all this time I made the mistake of thinking he wasn’t home this afternoon. Who knows where we’d be if I hadn’t walked out naked? Certainly not here. And as his cock stirs to life again, I don’t think there’s anywhere else I’d rather be.