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He knew it was wrong. She was barely 21. But since Joel’s divorce from his awful, witch of a wife, he’d been incredibly lonely. But ever since his daughter Sarah came home from college this summer, and she had started bringing her friend over to the house more frequently, that had changed. 

The first time he met you, you had come over for a sleepover. Soft voice, sense of humor, and angelic body ran his imagination wild all night long. When he had gotten in the shower and thoughts wandered to you, his cock hardened faster than it ever had in his entire life. He fucked his fist and pretended he was cumming down your throat, then went to bed and pretended it never happened.

He promised himself that would be the only, ONLY time he’d give into this fantasy. Spoiler-alert, he didn’t keep that promise. 

“You gonna be done soon?!” you called up the stairs. Sarah’s greatest flaw was being late. You’d come to love that about her in these specific moments, because there was always a possibility you could have a private conversation with Joel. Even if it lasted 30 seconds and was extremely surface level, at least it happened. It kept your addiction stable.

Joel, the man who fed your fantasies. Strong, carved arms. Clothes that outlined him and fit in all the right places. Broad shoulders, salt and pepper hair. Melancholic brown eyes. When he looked at you for more than 5 seconds, it felt like he could unravel every sickening secret you were hiding, secrets you wouldn’t even tell Sarah.

“Give me a second!” She yelled down from the bathroom at the top of the stairs. 

You sunk into the couch further. To Sarah, a second translated to at least 10 minutes. You clicked around your phone mindlessly until you decided to actually do something productive: responding to your private DMs on your cam girl site.

What started off as a joke exchanged between both of you, became a reality. Sarah was far too shy to post nudes online, so you came up with a plan. Sarah was the camera-lady, and took pictures of you to post on your page. To be somewhat safe, the website you posted your pictures on was an exclusive one called CamGirl Chic. The entry fee was $12.99, and after that you’d have access to the content posted. Any time someone clicked on your account, it was 3 cents directly to you. You accepted tips, had a cashapp, venmo, you name it. You also took requests and private chats, which the consumers had to pay extra for. 

3 cents per-click didn’t seem like a lot, but on a good Saturday night, you would rack up 45,000 profile visits, and it was an easy 1.3k. Horny men who were extremely desperate for porn became the source of your income, and you climbed to the top of the site, earning yourself a feature on the homepage. That mixed with tips, requests and private messages, you earned a lot of money. Of course, you gave Sarah a portion of the earnings, and put a decent amount in your savings. 

Joel noticed. He’s always been a perceptive man. He noticed how you would go shopping more frequently, and come home with loads of shopping bags, which he’d always help carry inside when needed. He noticed your perfume that smelled decadent and expensive. The way you’d adorn yourself with good quality jewelry. Always a fresh set of nails, hair always done. He’d noticed a receipt from Sephora laying on top of the trash can, and remembered being rudely awakened from learning the price of makeup. 

It wasn’t his place to pry. You were adults, responsible for yourselves. But he was definitely interested. 

You were seated on the couch, scrolling through thirsty messages you’d received on the site. Your attention completely shifted when you saw Joel walk into the living room.

He sat down in the seat across from you. He leaned forward into his spread legs, intertwining his fingers to sit in mid air below him. “Plans tonight, huh?”

God, that deep voice. “Yes,” you replied, quickly shutting off your phone and tucking it under your thigh. 

“Where are you guys going?” 

“I don’t know yet,” you lied. “Shopping maybe.” 

“Dressed up like that to go to the mall? I don’t think so.” He watched your eyes widen, like you didn’t know how to respond. “I’m only joking with ya, hun.”

You took a long, deep breath. He hadn’t gone past ‘hun’, or ‘sweetheart’ yet, but those pet names always made your stomach spin. “I like to look nice in case I meet someone.” 

“Ah, youth. I remember those days. Pretty girl like you shouldn’t have a problem meeting someone, huh?” 

You shifted in your seat. “Well, you’d be mistaken. I’ve had no luck lately. My last boyfriend cared more about spending his days at the country club and the stock market more than me.”

“Interesting.” His eyebrows furrowed. “Please forgive me if I’m wrong, but I’d assume you go for older men? Never heard of a young guy who belongs to a country club and invests in stocks.”

“Oh my GOD! Dad, shut up! What the hell?” Sarah scolded, heels clicking as she walked down the stairs. “Jesus christ! You have NO filter.” She looked over to you. “We are leaving now. Let’s go.” 

“Geez, okay. Have fun girls. Be safe. Sarah, call if you need anything. Love you.” He stood up, kissed his daughter on the cheek and went upstairs. 

“I’m sorry about that, He can be so annoying. Come on!” Sarah pulled on your arm, and you were out the door.

Meanwhile upstairs, Joel sat in his desk. Doing exactly what he promised himself he wouldn’t do. He couldn’t get his mind off of you. “Christ,” he mumbled to himself. His eyes trailed over to a picture of his daughter on her graduation day he had on his desk. Shame running through his veins, he reluctantly placed the picture frame face-down. 

Scrolling, reading some meaningless article to get his mind off it, he saw a rather interesting add. 

☆ CAMGIRL CHIC ☆ 

☆ EXCLUSIVE CONTENT ☆ $12.99 PER MONTH FOR ACCESS TO THOUSANDS OF PAGES OF CONTENT ☆

He wasn’t going to lie. The description sounded pretty enticing, sounded like a good deal. 

To make sure it wasn’t a scam, he googled the name, read through a few terribly embarrassing Reddit reviews, and clicked the link. 

‘12.99, fuck it.’ He thought, reaching into the pocket of his slacks for his wallet. He typed in the numbers on his credit card, and pressed pay. There had to be some girl on here he found attractive. Something he didn’t want to admit was that the only way he’d been getting off was to the thought of you. He knew he should probably get around to breaking that cycle.

After creating a meaningless username and a few seconds of authorization, he was met with some most streamed videos, and top viewed accounts. He pressed ‘view all’

The last thing he’d ever expect was right in front of him. In 19th place, was you.

Without even thinking, he pressed on your profile.

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“Ooh! Another 3 cents!” you laughed, showing the notification to Sarah. “You wouldn’t think that would add up, but it really does.”

“I know, right?” she replied, flipping through the pile of clothes they’d picked out in the dressing room. “I can’t believe it honestly. Also, men have weird kinks. 100 bucks for taking slutty changing pics in a dressing room? Props to you girl, I could never do this.” She handed you a lace bra to change into. 

“I got used to it pretty quick. And got used to the money, so.” You dug into your purse for your lipstick, touching it up in the mirror. “Another 3 cents!”

“People love you...r tits. Double D’s, am I right? Very click-worthy.”

“Guess so. I’ve already made $30 in the past 10 minutes. Being on the leader board really upped my stats. The only thing is, I get so cringed out when I think about the fact that multiple guys are jerking off to my photos right now.” 

“Gross.” Sarah said. “They pay up though!”

-

y/n, girl of ur dreams <3 dm 4 personalized vids + messages. cashapp & venmo below! kisses 💋 

Fuck. 

Your profile picture was you licking whipped cream off your fingers, tongue out and a smile on your face and the tightest bra that Joel had ever seen. His dick was rock hard in mere seconds.

It was wrong. It was so, so incredibly and undeniably wrong. If his daughter found out, she would probably kill him, or never talk to him again.

He was shocked, to say the least. He felt like he had stumbled on a gold mine. Without thinking, again, he unbuckled his belt and zipped his fly down, palming himself. He pressed on your most recent post. ‘3 minutes ago?” he thought to himself. 

It was a picture of you posing in a changing room mirror, tight skirt and a lacey bra that was pulled down revealing your chest. Captioned: hiya ! pic from a recent request.. dm me 4 one! price varies depending on what u want <3

Groaning at the picture, he slipped a hand in his boxers. He scrolled again, and it was a picture of you bent over in a skirt with some see-through silk underwear. He fucked his hand and came in a killer 2 minutes, not being able to control himself seeing such vulgar pictures of the girl he fantasizes about 24/7. 

He pressed his forehead into his palms, thinking about his actions. Obviously, it was the hottest thing he had ever seen and it gave him unlimited masturbation material, but his goal was to get you off his mind, not to imprint a picture of your bare tits in it. He wouldn’t be able to be in the same room with her without getting a boner.

He cleaned himself up and went to take a nap. It’s the only foolproof method to stop thinking of you.

-

“Dad! We’re home!” Sarah said, walking through the door with you and a few shopping bags. In a few seconds, he came down the stairs rolling up his sleeves. 

“Hey girls, have fun?” His eyes trailed over to you, immediately thinking about his discovery earlier. He had to concentrate harder than he ever had in his entire life to not get a boner right now.

“Yeah! She’s gonna stay the night, that okay?”

“Sure. Just don’t make too much noise past 11, okay? I have work tomorrow.” He answered.

“Yeah, of course. I’m going to go to the bathroom, be right back.”

She left you standing alone in the living room with Joel. 

“I’ve been wondering, where do you guys get all this money for weekly shopping trips? To my knowledge, and not to offend you, I thought you guys were just broke college girls.” He stepped closer, still a considerable distance between you, but closer. 

“Um,” you shifted your weight. “I’m, uh, an intern.” You sounded like you weren’t even sure what you were saying.

“An intern?” Confusion painted his face as he looked you up and down.

“Uh, yeah. Sales.” She stammered. 

“Well,” he couldn’t tell if you were completely lying. You could be an intern and a pornstar on the side. “I’d assume inters don’t make that much money to be carrying around a 3,000 dollar bag.” He was prying. Just a bit. 

“Um,”

“Come up here, why are you still downstairs??” 

God, your best friend has impeccable timing. 

“Coming!” You squeezed past Joel, and ran up the stairs. 

-

“Okay, give it to me slut!! Okay!” 

“Oh my god, literally shut up.” you replied laughing. You were dressed in brand-new lingerie that someone had bought for you off of your amazon wishlist.

You had climbed to the 12th top creator on the site, started making personalized recordings for those who asked. 

Two weeks had past since the incident with Mr. Miller. You wouldn’t necessarily define as an incident, but it was still nerve-racking. If he had looked at you for a second longer with those stern eyes, you would’ve broke. 

Two weeks had past since Joel had stumbled upon the treasure trove that was your page on CamGirl Chic. He started jerking off 3 times a day, unable to feel any emotion but horny. He’d cherish the days you’d come over, incredibly thankful that his daughter has befriended someone like you. The fantasy of you grew by the second, and he wasn’t sure how much longer he’d be able to handle it.

Now, you, Sarah, Joel were sat at the dinner table. Joel sat next to you and Sarah across from you and Joel. Joel was going on about how Sarah used to do fashion shows for him when she was little.

“And look at this one, it’s when she found her mom’s makeup.” 

“Not that one, come on. That leopard jacket was definitely it though, not gonna lie.” 

He swiped on his phone and turned it over to you. Right as you were looking at Sarah and laughing, a notification popped up on his phone. 

CamGirl Chic: PSSSST... Y/N posted! We’ve noticed she’s your top viewed profile. 

Shock had taken over every limb of your body. You froze. Your eyes widened and thousands of thoughts swarmed your head, and you could barely make any of them out. As soon as he felt the buzz on his phone, he pulled it back and noticed what you saw. You locked eyes for a split second, and you got up immediately and mumbled that you were going to the bathroom.

Every instinct told him that he should follow you and explain himself, but he couldn’t. Not with his daughter sitting in front of the two of you. 

“I’ll be right back.” Sarah stood up, pushed her chair in and followed you to the bathroom.

Swiftly climbing up the stairs and locking the door behind you, you stared at yourself in the dimly lit bathroom. Mentally recalling everything you’ve ever posted, everything he’s seen. 

You felt so exposed, even though you were fully clothed. You couldn’t comprehend every thought you were having, but there’s one thing you couldn’t ignore: the throbbing in your cunt. 

“Open up,” Sarah said, banging on the door. 

“My stomach started hurting.” You lied through your teeth. “It’s okay.”

“Okay, are you sure?”

“Yep. I’ll be out soon.” 

Every bone in his body was deeply, fucking embarrassed. He’d hope you’d just leave, so he’d never have to face you again. 

The rest of the night passed, and he sat in his own guilt, thoughts spiraling. You still hadn’t left, still upstairs with Sarah, so he supposed that was good. His mind was still going a mile a minute, and he realized it was 1 in the morning. 

He decided to get up off the couch, and pour himself a drink to ease his mind. Pouring scotch into thick rimmed glasses, he sat at the table and tried to calm down. 

He wondered if you had told Sarah, and what would happen if that was reality. Guilt and shame poisoned his veins, as he took a drink of the expensive amber liquid.

His thoughts were interrupted when he heard footsteps coming down the stairs. He wondered if it was Sarah coming to give him a lecture on how disgusting he was. 

It was you. 

You sighed and trailed your fingers along the cabinet, and took out a glass. You filled it with water, but still didn’t see Joel seated at the table in the dim glow of darkness.

“Can’t sleep?” He said lightly from across the kitchen. You jumped, and spun around, glass in your hand.

You flushed red embarrassment, and let your lips fall slightly open in surprise. “No,” you responded, shaking your head. 

Joel got up from the kitchen table, making his way over to you. He stood across from you, leaning on the opposite counter top. It was the furthest thing from roomy, the two of you were tightly together and with another step your chests would be pressed to each other. 

“Me either.” He caught your eye. “Guess I have some explaining to do, huh?”

He was confused at your eagerness with him, your comfortability. The sense that your body was tense, but not in a way where you wanted to retreat back upstairs, or leave the room. 

“I don’t know what to say.” You said, flatly. 

“Well, that makes two of us.” A smile played on his lips, looking down your frame. “I’m sorry.” He thought saying sorry would be the best thing to do in this situation.

“Why?” You looked directly in his eyes now, truly wanting to know the reason. 

He didn’t say anything. His face was also expressionless, so you had no idea what he was thinking.

“I’m the one who posted them.” You took a sip of your water. “Anyone can view it, I guess.” 

“Why are you still here?” He asked, changing the subject. The air was hot between the two of you and the small amount of distance between both of your bodies was making you sweat. “I’d thought you would have left by now, y’know. And never come back.”

“I didn’t want to leave Sarah.” You faked a smile, looking at the ground and definitely not the way his hands gripped the counter top and the way his shirt strained his broad shoulders.

“Is that really the reason?” He probed, raising an eyebrow.

“Joel, I-“

“I couldn’t help myself.” He interrupted.

You took a deep breath. “What?”

“Don’t pretend like you didn’t hear me.” He took a step closer to you, taking the water out of your hand and putting it down on the counter. “You’re beautiful. I’m sure you know that.”

He lifted his hand, brushing hair out of your face and tucking it behind your ear. He let his fingers trail softly down your jawline. “Am I making you uncomfortable?”

“No.” You didn’t even think about your response before you said it. 

“Good,” his hand returned to your face, cold fingers lifting up your chin, forcing you to face him. “Have you thought about this?” his words barely above a whisper.

“I...”

He tilted your head to the side, exposing your neck, leaning in gently. “Answer me.” He whispered against your skin, you could feel the soft vibration of his words against you.

“I have.” You admitted, adjusting yourself against his frame, his body weight pressed up against yours.

“Me too. A day hasn’t gone by where I haven’t thought about this.” His fingers slipped down, and brushed the strap of your tank top off of your shoulder.

Every bone in your goddamn body wanted to submit to him. The intoxicating smell of his cologne filled your senses, his body heat pressing against yours and his hands trailing up your frame.

“Sarah’s upstairs, Joel.” you whispered in his ear while his thumb slipped in the waistband of your shorts.

“Guess you’ll have to be quiet then.” He smirked, trailing kisses on your collarbone.

His hands swept down your frame, just below your ass. He picked you up like it was the easiest thing in the world, and set you on the counter top. You were eye to eye.

“Do you want this?” He breathed. “Say the word and all of this stops, you understand?”

“I want this Joel, I want you, take me. Please.” You pleaded, your hands searching for the hem of his shirt.

“Someone’s eager.” His hands sat at the small of your back. “Listen to me. I won’t be gentle. I can’t be gentle. Needed this for so fuckin’ long.”

You nodded. His words were sickening. He slid your shorts off of you with ease, discarding them somewhere irrelevant.

He pushed you forward. Your legs spread by default, pushing your clothed cunt against his throbbing cock. You moaned at the impact, and he felt you clench around nothing.

“Shhh, you have to be quiet. Remember?”

“Yes I’m sorry. I’ll be quiet. Please.” You didn’t even know what you were begging for. You were rutting your hips against him, trying to find any kind of friction to satisfy you.

He kissed you. Hard. Lips melting together as he took control over your whole body. You could die from the intimacy of it. It was slow, raw. He tried kissing away all of your thoughts, until the only image that would be imprinted in your brain was him. He wanted to consume all of your senses until there was nothing left for you to do but beg him to fuck you.

Transitioning away from your lips, he kissed along your jawline and down your neck, pressing a hickey into your searing skin below your neck. He stepped back and looked you up and down, spread open and ready for him to do whatever he pleased.

“Saw these.” He tugged at your lace underwear and let it slide off his thumb with a snap. “In your pictures.” He angled your hips up slightly to get a better angle, touching you ever so slightly through your underwear.

You rut against his hand like it was an instinct. He traced the wet outline and thumbed your clit until you bit your lip to conceal a moan. He moved your underwear to the side and ran a finger down your folds. He relished in watching the curves and contours of your body against the soft glow of the moonlight seeping through the window.

“You let everyone see you.” Two fingers rubbed your clit in circles. “I don’t like that.”

No one had ever touched you like this before. He twisted his wrist to fit his fingers inside you like it was nothing. You were so wet you could hear it. His palm flat against your clit as he fingered you wide open on his expensive marble counter top.

You held on to his arm to root you to reality, trying so hard not to make a sound.

“For fucks sake, it’s killing me that I can’t hear you right now. I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

Your breathing deepened at the slight promise of this happening again. He noticed your grip on his arm growing tighter, and he slid his fingers out of you almost instantaneously.

“No, please keep going.” You whined at the loss of contact, looking up at him with wide doe eyes.

“Shut up.” He snapped, the darkness of his voice settling in your stomach.

He pulled your hips off the counter gently, placing you down on your feet. He spun you around until you weren’t facing him anymore. Your hands flat against the marble. He shoved his knee in between your legs to spread you out, and gently pressed your body down to get your hips where he needed them. Your top half was laying down against the cold. 

He dropped to his knees and places two firm hands on your ass, stretching, to give him the perfect view of your wet cunt that was dripping down your thighs. He pulled your underwear down to your ankles, and the strings of wetness that clung to the fabric made him groan. 

He kissed in between your thighs, leaving hickies along the way. Secretly he hoped you’d post pictures and everyone who saw would wonder who had taken you, worshiped you.

He wrapped his lips around your clit and it ignited something devastating inside of you. It made your legs squeeze together, but he effortlessly kept you apart. This was so obscenely sexy for him. He wanted to tear you apart from the inside out, spread you open and drink from the source. He could feel you dripping down his throat as he scissored you open with just the flick of his tongue.

You felt him moan against you, the vibrations sending sparks throughout your whole body. He was eating you like a man starved, and you were his last meal. There was no method to his madness anymore, simply animalistic, and it felt so fucking good.  

He was devouring you. He snaked an arm around your waist and encouraged you to grind against his face. For a split second you were embarrassed, but he face fucked that thought right out of your mind. You were gripping nothing to keep yourself steady, and one hand over your mouth to stop yourself from screaming his name. 

Your vision went white and your body went numb, spiraling pleasure coursing through your veins. He had to keep you steady, but his tongue fucked you through it. He didn’t stop until you were done shaking, and still kissed your clit a few times after that for good measure. 

The taste of your pleasure on his lips is something he could only dream of. He could’ve came right there, through his pants and untouched by you.

He stood up and promptly slapped your ass, grabbing it like it was his. He spun you back around so you could face him. He kissed you, but not like before. You tasted yourself on his tongue as he moaned into your mouth, one hand cupping your cheek and the other grabbing a fistful of your ass. You felt his cock throbbing and straining against you, and suddenly you needed to know what he tasted like. 

You pulled away from his kiss and started to untie the drawstring of his sweatpants. A low groan rumbled through him as you palmed him through the layers of clothing. He caught your eye for a moment, smirking down at you in the darkness. The way he looked at you made you feel warm. It made you appreciate the deep grooves of his cheek, the purse of his lips, the furrow of his brow. 

“Can I?” you questioned, eyeing him up and down as you pulled down his sweatpants. 

“Yes. Fuck.” 

You started to crouch down before him, but before your knees could hit the ground he stopped you. He pulled his shirt off and from this angle he looked heavenly. You were sure he was hand crafted by the gods and put on this earth for only you to enjoy. 

“Here baby,” He bunched up the shirt and placed it on the ground in front of him. “For your knees.”

Your cheeks warmed up at the sincere gesture. You knelt down on the ground and steadied yourself before reaching up and pulling down his pants and breifs. His cock springs out in front of you. Shit. He’s fucking huge. Bigger than anyone you had ever been with, bigger than any toy you’ve ever tried. You struggle to fit your fingers fully around it. 

You look up to him as you watch his eyes flutter closed. You open your mouth and cover your teeth as you take the tip of him inside your mouth. Bobbing your head up and down a few times, you go back to the top and lick the slit drooling precum on your tongue. 

The strangled moan of your name makes you drip onto his shirt. He moved his hands down to your face and gathers your hair in a makeshift ponytail. You go down further, pushing your limits, all to please him. 

When the tip touched the back of your throat you gagged, pulling off of him with lines of spit connecting his cock to your lips. You stared up at him through your eyelashes while stroking him mindlessly, trying to catch your breath before taking him again. 

“You’re so fucking pretty.” He growled, tightening his grip in your hair. “Thought about you taking my cock in your mouth every damn time you talked to me.”

“Wanted it for so long, Joel.” You mumbled against him before going back to suck him again. You found a steady rhythm, your hands and mouth working simultaneously. Every so often going back to the top and showing extra special attention to his tip because he seemed to like that, every time you did earning extra praise and a tighter hand tangled in your hair. 

“Look at you. Fuckin’ mess.” He said through gritted teeth. Your hair was sweaty stuck to your forehead, mascara running down your cheeks, lips pouted and glossy covered in spit. It made him feral. “Get off honey. Wanna cum inside you.”

You popped off of him with a moan, standing up and pressing your chests together. 

“I need you baby. Need to know what you feel like.”

“Fuck me Joel. I’m begging you.” 

He spun you back around to your original position, belly flat against the counter. He lay a hand flat against your back and placed his cock at the entrance of your hole. He felt you clenching, and he started to rub your lower back. The calloused fingertips against your soft skin.

“Relax.” He whispered and you obeyed him. 

It was a sweet sting at first, that turned into a flaming ache. It made your vision foggy. You knew right then and there, nothing you would ever experience for the rest of your life would feel as good as the drag of his cock inside you. You felt every ridge, every vein, every twitch. 

You felt like you lost consciousness for a second, but regained it with the brutal snap of his hips. Very quickly he found a pace he liked and stuck with it. You screamed out on instinct, and seconds later you were met with his hand across your mouth.

“Be fuckin’ quiet.” He snapped. He pulled you up by your shoulders, your back against his front. You’d never been in this position before, his cock was so deep inside you, you were seeing stars. You were whining against his hand and letting him use you like a toy. He was splitting you open and you fucking loved it.

“Shit, this is a perfect pussy.” He said, his pace increasing as you felt the head of him brush something deep inside of you. You felt impossibly full, pleasure coursing through every vein of your body just letting him take you in any way he needed. “If it were up to me you’d be all mine. All those pictures gone. No one else could look at you, fuck you, except for me.” 

That made your eyes roll back in your head. If you could drop everything and belong to Joel, would you?

“None of the guys who look at your pictures could ever fuck you so stupid. None of them deserve you. None of them would worship you like this.” 

The white hot pleasure rolled inside of you, sparking every where it could like a frayed wire and igniting fires inside of you. He was playing you like an instrument, every move methodic as you internalized the divine feeling of the snap of his hips. He struck down on your ass, leaving a red mark. 

“Oh fuck, oh god Joel” you panted. 

He snaked a hand around you and rubbed your clit in circles, and relished in your bitten back moans and cries for his name being muted by the roughness of his hand. He felt your muscles going limp underneath him. He felt you squeezing him tightly.

“You gonna cum baby? Go ahead, soak my cock.” His voice just above a whisper. 

You soaked his stomach, his thighs, yourself, cumming all over him but his pace didn’t relent. He’s using you. Sliding in and out while holding your body upright against him. He’s ruining you even more than before, the sound of your wetness squelching with the crack of his hips. You felt like you were going to die, in the best way. If you died right now with his cock inside of you, it wouldn’t be too bad. 

You felt his hips falter, and you knew he was close. The moans he was choking back sounded like heaven. The whisper of your name on his lips did something cynical to you. 

“Where do you want it?” He managed. 

“In. Inside. Need to feel it, Joel.” 

Not even a second later you felt it pour through you, the warmth of it filling up your cunt and dripping out of your hole. He pulled out and watched himself drip out of you. It was pornographic. He ran the tip of his cock through your folds to push it back inside you, gasping when it hit your swollen clit. 

He grabbed your underwear off of the floor and pulled them up your legs. Gently fitting them back around your waist.

He pulled you around by your hips and gently kissed your forehead. Pulling away, he wiped the hair stuck down by sweat off of your neck. “You’re fucking amazing.” You didn’t answer, too blissed out from the pleasure he just poured from you. 

“Okay, come on.” He gathered your clothes off the floor and poured you a cup of water. “Come sleep with me in the guest bedroom down here.” 

“Kay.” You purred, following him. He opened the door for you and let you walk in first. He listened for any noises before closing the door and locking it behind him. 

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