Home of the Crushies

You’re on a particularly smutty part right now, your thighs rubbing together as you let yourself get absorbed in it. You would be jealous of Isa for Danny’s oral skills if Joel wasn’t equally talented. Lucky for you, you’re almost certain you’ll be in the same position at some point tonight. You bite your lip, letting your eyes thoroughly soak up every word. 

“Doll?” 

You almost jump when Joel calls for you from where he’s sitting in a lounge chair, doing some sort of paperwork for work. Nothing too heavy, he’d told you. You float to the edge of the pool, carefully setting your book down on the dry concrete. 

“Yes, daddy?”

“Would you be a sweetheart and go get daddy another beer, please?” 

You smile and nod at him before steering yourself toward the ladder closest to you. 

“Thank you, baby,” he says as you pass him by to slip into the house. You shiver once as the A/C hits your half-drenched body, and then again when you tug the fridge open to grab a bottle. You snatch the bottle opener on your way back out. 

You hand both of the items to Joel and wait for him to get settled. He sets his papers down on the table next to him and cracks open the beer, takes a sip, and sets that down too. 

“Thank you, sweet thing.” 

“You’re welcome, daddy,” you say, happy to have made him happy even though it was something small. 

He pats his lap and you eagerly come up next to him and side over his hips so your thighs are on either side. He pays no attention to the fact that you’re getting his trunks wet with your soaked suit as he holds your chin and presses a gentle kiss to your lips. 

“Enjoyin’ yourself in there?”  

You nod, a little breathless from his kiss. “I am, thank you.” 

“Mhm. Leavin’ daddy all lonely up here,” he teases, a smile playing at his lips. 

“Sorry, daddy,” you giggle. 

“Bet you are. Think I deserve a little somethin’ for that, don’t ya?” 

You nod again, catching his drift. “I think so, daddy. And you’ve been working so hard.” 

You exaggerate the last word as you reach down to palm his stiffening dick. He groans, the sound like heaven as it hits your ears. You watch him closely as you start to stroke him above the fabric of his shorts, waiting until he’s fully hard, and then lift your hips up. 

“Mm. That’s it, darlin’.” 

You pull his shorts down just enough to grab his cock and pull him out. He hisses as your bare skin touches his. 

“Get it nice ‘n’ wet for me, honey.”

You oblige, sloppily licking your palm before wrapping it around him again. 

“There ya go, jus’ like that, good girl.” 

You use your other hand to pull the crotch of your bikini to the side, stroking yourself a few times to make sure you’re as slick as you feel. Just the small touch feels so good. 

“C’mon baby, put me in that pretty li’l pussy o’ yours.” 

Again, you do what he says, bringing your hips back down to his to slide your lips over the tip of his cock. He shudders, and you smile. 

“Like this, daddy?” you ask innocently. He glares at you. 

“You know damn well what I mean, darlin’.” 

Your smile grows, but you give in anyway. You notch him at your entrance, slowly settling down on him. Your mouth falls open, your brows furrowing as you get light headed with the feel of it. The stretch and the way he pushes every thought from your head as he gets deeper inside of you kills you every time. 

You wait until you’re fully seated to take a breath, leaning forward to rest on him for a second as you pant. Joel gives you a moment, though you can practically see the smirk on his face. He knows how quickly he can wreck you. 

After a few seconds, he lifts his hips lightly, signaling that it’s time for you to start moving. You whimper at the way his tip nudges your cervix before you lift up, relishing in the smooth glide of him against your walls. Your hands are planted firmly on his shoulders to help with leverage. 

“Oh shit, that’s it, honey. Jus’ like that.” 

You whimper as you lift enough for just his tip to stay nestled inside, and then lower back down. This time, you both groan at the squelching noise it makes. You’re practically dizzy with pleasure.

“You feel so good, daddy,” you whine. 

“I know, baby, I know. So do you.” 

Before long, you’re bouncing on him at a rapid pace, each punch just about knocking the breath from your lungs. Joel’s got a death grip on your thighs, helping you move up and down with ease. Groans slip out through his gritted teeth, sweat drips down both of your bodies. 

You can feel the pressure in your abdomen growing, signaling your release growing closer. And judging by the sounds that Joel keeps making, he’s getting close, too. You slip one hand down to toy with your clit, your hips flinching at the contact. 

“D-daddy, please, can I come, please?”

“Shit, baby, yes, come on daddy’s cock.” 

And you do, you moan as you gush around him, tightening enough that he meets his end, too. He spills inside of you, quick spurts of cum hitting you just right and prolonging your orgasm. 

You cling to each other as you come down from your highs, breathing quickly but still finding time to press your lips together in a fevered kiss. After he lifts you off of him, both of you moaning again in light overstimulation, he holds you close, big hands making you feel small against him. You can feel him dripping out of you and mixing with the pool water still running down your thighs. 

“So good to me, doll.” 

You smile into his chest, soaking up his praise like the sun. 

“Alright.” He taps your hip. “Let’s get you cleaned up and back into that water ‘fore you have a heat stroke.” 

“You should get in with me, daddy,” you say, pulling back to give him your best pleading eyes. 

He puts his lips together and sighs through his nose, and you know you’ve got him. 

“Alright, baby. Just for a little while though.” 

You smile big. Yeah, right.