Stories From The 6 Train

by Alexis Angel

  “I love you,” I say, smiling as I watch him hold our baby. The look on his face reminds me of all the reasons I’ve fallen in love with him, and trust me, they’re too many to count. All I know is that falling in love with Parker was the wisest thing I’ve ever done in my entire life.

  And, if you’re wondering, that has nothing to do with the amazing sex we have every single day. Yes, even while I was pregnant; that required a bit of creativity, but it was fun nonetheless. What I mean is that, despite our bodies' burning need for each other, my relationship with him goes way beyond that. Okay, sure, amazing sex is one of the pillars in our relationship, but there are many others: trust, kindness, and fun. And, above all, love. Genuine love.

  This last year has proved that, even though our relationship might live on the outskirts of what society deems to be moral and decent, we were made for each other. Life’s an open road right now, and the only thing I’m sure of is that I’m going to be by Parker’s side until the very end. Wherever that road may lead.

  He has taken to his position as a Senator, and a few political strategists are already trying to peg him as a presidential candidate for the next elections. Which I think Parker will win if he decides to go for it. Can you imagine me as the First Lady? Yeah, neither can I.

  But I try not to think about that stuff too much. The thing I’m most excited about for our future concerns the child Parker is cradling right now. I’m a mother now, and that feels like a heavy responsibility. After what I’ve lived through with my own mother, I’m hell bent on doing the best I can for my own daughter.

  Not that she’ll have to worry about an evil grandmother. Mom went to jail roughly 6 months ago - abuse of power. She’ll be gone for a long time.

  “What are you thinking about, momma Amy?” Parker asks me with a teasing smile, and my heart melts as I notice Natalie’s tiny fingers wrapped around his thumb.

  “I’m thinking of how perfect life is,” I reply, and he just looks into my eyes with a loving expression on his face.

  “It is,” he whispers, and then we fall silent, both of us looking down at the small human we’ve helped create. If that isn’t a miracle, I don’t know what is.

  Sometimes life’s like that. If you believe hard enough, it might just surprise you with a miracle. My miracle came in the shape of a family.

  My best advice? Believe a little. Love a lot. It might work out for you.

  It did for me.

  Time For Some Short Stories

  Now that the novels are over, it’s time for some shorts!

  After that, I have two short stories.

  Followed by Buyer’s Remorse, a short story by Cara Angel - who is new to the Naughty Angel lineup.

  All followed by, Whitney & Dax, which is a short story by Alexis Angel.

  Our goal in this is simple.

  To entertain you as long as we can to give you the best experience with the words that we hold so dear. Because while we may be in various corners of the world, the fact that we are sharing these brings us closer together we feel.

  Thank you so much for reading!

  xoxo

  Alexis

  Buyer’s Remorse

  By

  Cara Angel

  Jenny

  Okay, so don’t judge me too harshly.

  Three things you should know first.

  One, you haven’t seen his butt. Like, even I know that’s the kind of butt that you can take a chance or two on.

  Two, I was pretty sure the agency that brokered my virginity to billionaire CEO Darren Zaft was legitimate. Like, they definitely seemed to be reputable and stuff so why not.

  Like as reputable as you know, virginity selling brokers are. Like it’s not like going to Wal-Mart, ya know?

  Three, Darren and I both were way too busy to have significant others. I was too busy to have sex, period, and he just never had time to date.

  I mean, what could go wrong, right? Maybe a lot of things…but both Darren and I were pretty sure that we both knew what we were doing.

  Until about twenty seconds after we met and we both were like, “oh shit.”

  For him, well, Darren knew that when I screwed up my face, walked past him, and took a nap in his bed, he knew that I was going to be more than he counted on having to handle.

  For me, it was the just before I walked past him. He told me he owned me and that we could go over the rules tomorrow.

  I mean, at that point, I just assumed it was good to be outtie, but he seemed to be expecting more. “Do you have makeup remover?” I yell out from his bedroom. He has a swanky executive suite right off his office. Honestly it is a little sad that he’s so tied to work. I say this as someone who literally worked my own ass off for a company that folded and left me high and dry, so I get it. You recognize your own, you know, and we were both workaholics.

  “The agency dolled me up like this and I so don’t need to look like a human-raccoon hybrid when I wake up in the morning, you know?” I say, and Darren walks into his bedroom and looks at me, stupefied.

  “Okay, you can get that for me then. I need some rest, sitting and getting your hair and makeup done and stuff is pretty exhausting. Not to mention a waxing…” I start and okay, I really don’t want to finish that sentence. That’s something to handle later.

  A girl makes a deal, she has to keep good on it. But…I am still a virgin and the idea of changing that right now has me ready to crawl into a corner. And mostly I just want to sleep.

  “The rules, tomorrow?” I say finally, and pull the bed sheets up over me. I don’t even have to fake my yawn.

  “Tomorrow,” Darren says, his voice sounding far away. I watch his butt as he walks away and I must say, that is a damn fine butt.

  I mean, if you’re going to sell your virginity to a rich man, isn’t it better that he’s gorgeous and totally lets you act loony so you can go to bed?

  Hint: it so is!

  Darren

  Yesterday, I had a blonde, a brunette, a redhead, and a raven-haired girl all sharing my cock, sucking my dick until I thought that shit might empty out of me with a force that would knock me over. I had the BJ appointment in the books with the rest of my meetings.

  But then my fucking assistant. She keeps an eye on my margins, updates my ‘dashboard.’

  And today’s dashboard is about how I told myself I’d find myself a suitable girl to settle down with.

  Fuck, it all sounds depressing, until I realized that this is the first BJ appointment that I’ve had in weeks. I’m too damn busy with work to even pick out the girls I want to suck my cock. I stopped picking up my own girls and I started ordering them a while ago, but now I don’t even have time to look at the menu. That’s why I ended up ordering one of everything.

  That’s why I ordered someone up from the Waterstone Agency. They sell the finest girls who sign up to belong to wealthy assholes like me that don’t have time to find what they want. So they buy it. Generally they’re hot girls that need to make a horizontal move upward. You know, fuck their way into a higher tax bracket.

  Well, I’m here to be helpful. I’ll be a good boy. I’m not going to break any of the rules. And I paid top dollar for one of their virgins. I like the idea of having something and someone all to myself.

  You look at me — I’ve got perfect fucking hair, for fuck’s sake. I wear suits softer than a newborn baby’s ass and I look so fucking hot I can smell the wet panties of women around me.

  I’m prime fucking meat, but I’m busy. I love my work. I love to fuck, but the thrill isn’t in the hunt for me because pussy always falls into my lap.

  So why not just buy?

  Well, that was before Jenny.

  Jenny who is nervous. Understandable. I watch her fidget while I drink in her slender body, her little handful tits and that ass that makes me want to hold up her thighs and bounce her on my dick like a fucking toy.

  Jenny’s hot as hell, and though she’s attracted to me — every woman is — she lets he
r fear take over for just a second. Instead of leaning into her arousal, she fucking goes batshit on me!

  Now I’m walking out of my bedroom and she wants me to get her some makeup remover?

  My assistant Genovee can handle that. I wave my hand at her and explain.

  She laughs a little. That’s fine. Damn women is like a mother to me since my mother spends more time doing lines of cock off the dicks of whatever dude she’s pounding for cash. All dear mommy’s money goes up her nose…

  So, yeah, I tell Genovee with a dismissive little hand gesture that I need makeup remover, and she gets to make a judgmental sound and I don’t care much.

  I pace back to my office. But I can’t get shit done. I’m back through the wall and into my office.

  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.

  Okay collarbone now.

  Oh god…Darren’s mouth is on my breasts.

  He’s going lower.

  “Okay, stop!” I yelp it out and it shocks us both. He pulls his mouth off me but doesn’t move.

  “I’m just not ready,” I say in a small voice. That’s the truth.

  And not just because I don’t want to have sex yet. I mean, the truth is I’m bad that I want to have sex with him now, no matter how crazy a thought that is for me to have.

  The truth is I just want to play more games to see if he wins me. And I honestly hope he does.

  Darren

  I wanted to eat Jenny’s pussy like it was my last meal and I was a prisoner.

  When she said she wanted me to stop, I respected that. I plan to marry this woman soon. When I can find the time, arrange the PR for the most opportune moment.

  So I didn’t want to freak her out. She wants to wait, I can wait some. When I do fuck Jenny, it will be so goddamn perfect that she blacks out from how hard she orgasms.

  Jenny will want me. Fuck, she wants me now. But she will be ready to want me soon.

  But this?

  My conference room is pink.

  Fucking pink.

  Pink as the pussy I should be licking right now…

  Instead there are giant yellow roses all over the table.

  The pens all have fluffy shit on top of them like a cheap stripper’s boa or something.

  The chairs are patent leather and covered in glitter.

  A fucking unicorn could have been slaughtered in here. Gutted and laid out for dead.

  Like, no way in hell Jenny is this dumb and tacky. There’s an understated elegance to little miss bubble gum princess. She wants to piss me off. Or at least test me.

  “The children’s clothing line I’m acquiring tomorrow could have designed this room,” I say with a huge smile painted on. I rub her shoulders. “This is fantastic work. You should do every floor in this building however you like. There are 37 floors you’d want to start with,” I say. Yeah, top that, little Jenny. Want to some puke unicorn innards all over my conference room, well, I can play that game.

  Jenny’s eyes barely flicke
r a bit of shock and she’s smiling, all saccharin sunshine. “Oh, sure then. I know your budget must be huuuuuge,” she says and I can tell that she’s a little disappointed at herself pushing that button.

  Yeah, Jenny has no idea that I’ve got a 12-inch pole in my pants ready to get piped up her until she screams. I’m going to watch that perfect little mouth open up and hear all the low groans that build in her throat when my cock fills her up, air tight.

  So I keep smiling.

  “Sure thing, Jenny,” I say, letting my mouth linger on her name.

  The way I lingered over her body.

  Jenny

  Damn. All day I’ve been showing swatch after swatch to Darren. He’s kept his eyes all over me but his mouth is spread wide in that acquiescing grin.

  I won’t fall for it!

  Except…I’m totally falling for it. I want to rub my body all over that smile like, like I’m some kind of wild animal! I want to be able to feel him all over me again.

  I show him another putrid lime green paint chip and I think I might barf the same color on it.

  And when I show him the fire engine red plastic chairs with holes in them, I think, god, my face must be the same shade of red. I know the AC is running, this is a multi-million dollar tower. The temperature is so controlled.

  But mine isn’t. I can’t handle the effect that he’s having on me.

  “So you think the lime and the red work together?” I say, dropping the paint chips and the catalogs of shitty furniture that would hurt a blind man’s eyes.

  “Cherry limeade,” Darren says, raising an eyebrow and regarding me.

  “Fine, fine, I just can’t take this anymore!” I shout out. I didn’t mean to have quite so little chill…but I do need to release all this tension right now now. “That stuff you were doing with your mouth,” I say, turning away from him. I want to walk in the opposite direction but I can’t. I can’t bring myself to. My feet seem to be magnetized to the ground, propelling me to stay put when I want to run away.