sydney

Softly, you embraced yourself in full, gently massaging oil into every nook and crany of your skin. The sunshine that baptized you in its golden rays shone until you and everything in its wake was anew.

"What a beautiful sight for sore eyes."

You startle, turning towards the voice.

"Pedro!" you cry out.

He climbs in the rest of the way through the window. You help him up, twice as scared, worried he may fall after going through all the trouble to scale a wall to get to your room.

You tenderly cup his face with both of your hands, overjoyed to see his smile in front of you once more, lifted from the pangs of a distant memory.

His skin, kissed by the sun, is a shade or two darker since you saw him last. His hair, soft tufts of tight coils, is longer as it sits neatly trimmed atop his head.

"Those eyes that you call sore belong to my beloved. He is the most fairest prince to the known and unknown world, and they are the most beautiful brown eyes, no matter how far they travel and how weary they grow when they are away from me." you pout and cross your arms. "Take back your unkind words, scoundrelous Knave."

"Knave!" he protested in jest.

"Yes, Knave!" You crossed your arms, continuing your game. You failed to hide your smile. The corners of your mouth quirked up to high. You thin your lips to prevent them from curling up, but your mirth prevails you.

Your teeth flash lightly against an unwanted curl of your lip.

He smiles down at your moment of weakness, not trying to hide is amusement in having the upper hand.

He rushes towards you, pushing you back against the foot of your need until you both fall languidly on top of it.

Your hair fawns around you in a halo, shimmering as it reflects bits of sun rays.

Tenderly he wraps your lips in his. Kissing you deeply, before pulling back, letting his tongue graze gently in your mouth, teasing it along your lips after each one. You try to follow him, more than desperate to taste him, but each time you raise your head from the sheets for more, he lightly pulls back before lightly kissing you again.

He smiles along your lips, enjoying his torturous game of cat and mouse.

"Pedro." You plea breathlessly along his lips.

His body is warm, flush against your skin. You can feel all of him as you were clad in only a slip.

He slides his hands along the ill covering clothing, practically feeling all of you. He hikes up the hem of your slip and lets it pool around your waist.

"I thought I was a Knave." He finally looks up from your body, locking eyes with you. His gaze holds such an intensity you can't help but fluster.

You avert your eyes, tilting your head away for reprieve but his body is heavy on yours. The heat begins to cling to your skin and the desire he awakens in you conjures up a humidity of its own. A thin sheen of sweat starts to cover every inch of you.

A hint of it steady upon your lovers brow.

"A knave you let ravish you," He envelops one of your breast over the soft thin material, swirling his tongue over the peak of your nipple. He teases at it with his teeth, nipping at it until you let out a small cry. Then he kisses the spot, sucking at it before taking as much of the soft tenderness of your breast into his mouth, sucking on you like a freshly born babe in its mother's arms, "steal away your honor and virtue as a lady," he murmurs into your skin before moving to your other breast to continue his slow torment on your person there.

Your hands fly to his head. You scrape your nails along the soft tufts of his hair, squeezing when his tongue catches your nipple just right, pulling when he sucks a tad too hard, but it only makes him latch tighter.

He laths at your breast, gently smacking his lips as he ruins you, as he ruins the thin slip of your underdress, soaking it with his mouth in his eagerness to carry out his cruel ministrations.

Your hips dip into the bed, chasing something— anything.

He pulls off you with a low wet pop of his lips, panting hotly against your already burning skin.

"You shame your husband," he locks eyes with you as he pulls your dress up even higher, "letting this scoundrel defile you in his own home," he kisses down your belly, his lips soft on your skin.

"His own bed." He whispers hotly between your thighs. The sensation unbearable against your sex.

"Please," you keen, pulling at his hair for something, anything.

He tsks and places one of your legs over his shoulder.

As gently as he kissed your lips, he wraps his mouth around your pussy.

Your hips buck into his face and he firmly holds you down with his hands, spreading you wider for him.

"Patience, Princess." He kisses the inside of your thigh before diving back in.

He flattens his tongue against you, slowly he licks along the entirety of you, opening his mouth wide to catch every drop of your arousal as it floods from you.

The soft smack of his lips fill the room, joining your low breathy moans.

You melt into the warm hot center of his mouth.

"My husband, will not—," a shudder ripples down you spine, cutting you off as you get lost in the way he laps at you. The eager suction of his soft lips and the swipe of his tongue causes the neat trim of hair on his face tickle against the soft tender skin. You swallow thickly before continuing with gasp, "—will not blame me for this."

Torturously slow, he drags his tongue from somewhere deep within you, making sure it brushes harshly at every spot it can reach along your puffy pink folds, making sure it brushes against your clit as he comes off your pussy with a loud wet smack.

"Is that so?" he challenges you with a heated glare from between your legs. His equally as heated words fan cruelly across you, making you flutter and squeeze around nothing.

"How am I to be blamed for your evil wonton seduction? You have clearly taken advantage of a young spirited newlywed who knows little of the world and what it has to offer!"

"Then let me educate you on what horrors lay wake in this world."

He wraps his lips around your clit and sucks hard. The air empties your lungs, leaving you breathless, your thighs tense as your hips dip under the pressure.

He firmly holds you down with both his hands on your thighs.

Your hands flies to his head, pulling the soft crop of his hair just as hard. The harder you pull the harder he pulls at you with his lips.

Soft moans loudly spill from your lips. You cry out his name over and over, but he does not ease the pressure.

You hate when he does this.

He knows your young tender spirit finds the extent of his pleasure overwhelming. Your freshly wed green experience is no match for a heavily honored man with a family name ordained by God to rule. A full man, grown and seasoned in this world.

Your orgasm strikes you like lightening, taking what little breath you had left in your young lungs. Only then does he stop sucking on you.

He opens his mouth wider over your pussy. Lathing at you lazily, he takes every drop of your arousal that floods out of you as you gush onto his tongue.

"My beautiful wife." He latches off you with a loud wet smack, "you never fail to steal my breath away."

He rises and climbs over your body, but his eyes never leave from between your legs.

He thrusts two fingers inside of you, making your chest rise and fall with heavy breaths as you moan loudly. He curls his fingers in a steady rhythm in your swollen worn out overstimulated pussy, causing you to cry out louder and louder like you both knew you would.

"My lady!" Bertha your hand maiden cry's out from behind the door. "Are you alright! Do you nee—"

"We're quite all right, Miss Bertha!" Your husband calls out to her.

You clench around his fingers and that only encourages him to push deeper, to stroke against your spot more slowly until you fall loose around his fingers and flood them with another wave of your arousal.

"Oh, m-my Lord," she stuttered out "I hadn't been aware that you were home!"

You mewl loudly and rewards you with another finger.

"I've only just arrived!" He smirks down at you with a keen curl of his lip."I'd have let you and the staff know sooner, but my wife has been busy welcoming me home!"

He begins to swipe at your clit with his thumb and thrusts his fingers along your walls faster. You grit your teeth to try to damper your cries, but it has no effect. You whine loudly through your teeth.

"Would you like me to start dinner?"

"And run a bath, would you dear? Me and my wife would like to freshen up before dinner."

"Very well my lord we'll—"

You keen loudly as another orgasm punches through you. He fucks you through it with his fingers, making your legs shake.

"W-we we will get-get started right away, sir!"

"Please do Bertha!"

You knew the sun would be baking today—the news alerted you of the rising tempers—yet it still didn’t prepare you to feel punched in the face by the suffocating humidity even when getting dressed, the sweat begun to pool around your forehead although you put on the smallest, thinnest clothing you owned.

Opening your backdoor, the bright sun instantly blinded you; the smell of booze and barbecue smoke sneaked up your nose as you walked out your white screen door to the backyard, the hinges snapping against the wall.

Thankfully you were just on time, walking through the soft grass, the freshly mowed clippings fluffed around your toes in excess, the strands sticking to your freshly lotioned skin causing your ankles to itch as you stride through the yard.

You can feel the sound of music beginning to shake in your eardrums—the country music booming out from the multicolored speakers.

As you approach the cul-de-sac, you quickly realize how crowded the block party has become.

Your neighbors have been hyping up this party for weeks now, an all-American, trashy way of celebrating Christmas, and if there was one thing people enjoyed most, it was drinking—always throwing unnecessary parties as an excuse to get shitfaced with little to no regrets, today being no different.

You were unable to complain as you imagined swimming in some rich neighbors pool, eating all of the free food you could muster and washing it down with expensive beer. Truthfully—that sounded like a damn good Saturday evening, and who were you to turn down some free ribs?

You could finally make out the lyrics to the end of the song that's played on your walk over. Getting distracted by all the people crowding the street, you almost trip over the spread out extension cords connected to the array of machines.

You didn’t expect it to be this crowded, the winter holiday was a time for families and cozy nights inside in front of the tv, but to your surprise—that didn’t stop everyone from showing up in abundance.

The strangers standing around the block weren’t dressed in the usual ugly Christmas sweaters, instead they shedded their layers for swimsuits and red sunglasses—you could only imagine how uncomfortably warm the large fuzzy Santa hats felt in this heat.

As you ventured further down the road, you stepped around the wooden corn hole setups and the booze spilt puddles, trying to find a good place to sit down and people watch, waiting to see someone you know. It was abundantly clear you misunderstood the popularity of the random celebration—the people going all out.

You watched in awe at the plastic fold up tables piled full with food, the lawn chairs and water inflatables filled the paved driveways, and the crowd? It was far too massive for the small space, hundreds of people spread out around the houses, their voices loud and slurred as they ran around rampant.

You quickly grew overwhelmed at the crowd, not recognizing any familiar faces, you finally found a safe spot out of the sun and underneath a tree. Leaning against the bark, you crossed your arms in an attempt to soothe yourself.

“Hey! Started to think you weren't gon’ show up.” A voice speaks, ripping you from your panicked thoughts.

Looking up in the direction of the noise, you see Tommy smiling brightly at you, holding a beer with his shirt unbuttoned. His cheeks looking flushed red from the sun, his freckles painting his nose bridge.

You go to reply, smiling big in his direction, but the grass crumbles behind him, a brown boot coming into your line of vision.

You quickly make eye contact with Joel, the man you always tried your best to make a good impression on, yet it always fell flat—him never bothering to start a conversation with you, no matter how hard you tried.

“Hey! Yeah-I um, I just got here.” You say loudly, yelling over the music. “It’s like, really crazy, I didn’t expect this many people to show up.”

You don’t mean to talk so much, yet the words effortlessly fall from your lips, quickly becoming overwhelmed with the party goers—and the quiet older Miller staring you down.

“You alright?” Tommy questions, raising his eyebrow in concern at your panic.

“Just…overwhelmed, lotta people here.” Humming quietly, you bow your head into the grass, staring at the small pale insects deep in the dirt. Joel instantly makes you start to second guess your actions just with his eyes—all without saying a word.

“We were just ‘bout to leave. Gonna head over to the gas station ‘n pick up some beers, you're welcome to join us.”

Tommy’s inquisition makes your ears perk up, more than ready to abandon whatever plans you had at the party tonight. “Okay, sounds good actually, thanks.”

Tommy looks over at his brother, yet Joel’s face remains stone cold. “Joel, you alive over there?

He doesn’t look at Tommy, instead he chooses to keep his eyes on you, holding eye contact as he lets out a grumble.

“You still comin’?” Tommy pushes, and you watch as Joel finally looks away from you, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat, swallowing his spit.

“Yep,” he speaks, and you can barely hear him, his voice hoarse and raspy, his hand coming up to push his hat down over his eyes.

Joel stood there similarly to you, his awkward intimidating presence a much starker difference than his lively brother, Joel not bothering to talk to you.

It wasn’t that you were trying to irritate him, and you truly believed you’ve never actually done nothing wrong to him—but each time he’d stare at you, you were met with the same look in his eyes of pure indifference.

The same look he’s doing right now as you turned your head to look at him, his broad body standing firmly in place. His eyes met yours as he cleared his throat, cautiously taking a single step forward.

Joel knows you—well, he kinda knows you. He knows of your parents, far too old to pay attention to whatever their promiscuous daughter got up to.

He remembered the first time he met you, he was helping your dad replace his brake pads one early summer morning, his sweat dripping down his face into the collar of his shirt thanks to the Texas heat.

Bent over, he heard your flip flops clomping against the cement when you stepped into the garage, your voice sickeningly sweet as you asked your father for some cash to go shopping.

Joel peered up at the noise, his ears perking up your sugary feminine voice, and when he saw you? He knew you were it—a cute little thing, far too young for him, yet that didn’t stop his eyes catching on the flesh of your thighs hanging out your denim shorts.

He watched you stand next to your father, your eyes glazed with a hint of manipulation as you silently begged for the cash.

As he breathed in, letting the air fill his lungs full of breath he didn’t realize he'd been holding, he instantly got a whiff of your strong smelling perfume—the fruity substance just as sweet as your voice, he quickly grew dizzy in the large garage. As his sweaty hands stuck to the metal of the car, he wondered to himself if it was you or the humidity that had this effect on him.

Your father didn’t bat an eye at your presence, instead he smiled brightly, showing you his teeth, lovingly pulling you into his side. He balled his hand into a fist, carelessly messing your hair up with his closed palm.

Joel attempted to listen to what he mumbled in your ear, yet it was quiet enough to not pick up his words, and he couldn’t help his eyes fall back onto your face.

He watched as you giggled, kissing your father on the cheek, you thanked him loudly for the money, waltzing back into the house, but right before you closed the door—you smiled at him, the apples of your cheeks shining as your eyes crinkled, and Joel knew he was in trouble.

Less than a week later, on an evening where Joel came home late from work, he pulled into his driveway, the brim of his hat not helping in his favor as the setting sun burned orange hues in his eyes. As he approached the garage, something caught his eye—there you stood, twirling your hair between your fingertips, giggling at some nonsense Tommy was spewing.

Joel felt puzzled, his brother—and you? Hitting it off? He simply couldn’t believe it, Tommy was cocky and raunchy, and a girl like you wouldn’t be caught dead being friendly with a guy like him.

He felt a sour feeling tucked tightly in his abdomen, jealousy creeping itself up deep inside of him, and he quickly began to hate the feeling.

He was green with envy as he shut the truck off, the roaring engine coming to a silence, he stepped out his seat, rounding the truck to grab his paperwork out of his tool chest.

Joel could instantly tell his presence cut your conversation short, and when he walked up the pavement—his instinct was right, watching as Tommy gripped your arm, nodding his head at whatever you were whispering.

Joel didn’t look over as he brushed shoulders with Tommy, the action hard enough he stumbled, but Joel paid no mind, slamming the front door behind him.

Tommy causally brought you up in conversation that night, doting on how funny you were, the two of you having a lot in common. Joel couldn’t hide the snarl that appeared on his face as Tommy babbled on about his new connection with the cute girl across the street.

As if God was playing a cruel joke on him, Joel always saw you outside after that, typically with little to no clothes on, parading around your yard doing god knows what.

Sometimes he’d catch you outside next to his own backyard, swimming or tanning—you always greeted him with that same big smile, and Joel couldn’t stop himself from staring at you.

He felt dirty—and maybe he was, always turning around, hiding himself behind the white fence, swiftly adjusting himself in his suddenly too tight jeans.

He began to wonder why you never started a conversation with him and why it seemed like everyone got a chance to get to know you except for Joel, and that began to piss him off.

From that moment on, he constantly caught himself looking out his window, hoping to see you in the grass, ready to finally talk to him, but for Joel? The world never worked out correctly, and when he finally saw you out the window, it was a much different sight than he expected.

The clock rapidly blinked in the pitch black bedroom, the green flashing lights shined brightly at Joel, reading just a couple minutes past midnight.

Cursing to himself—he was exhausted, the long days and even later nights were starting to eat at him mentally, finding himself unable to fall asleep easily nowadays, his work schedule not helping.

Throwing the covers off his legs, he decided to get out of bed, maybe walk around the house and get a glass of water, striving to reset his mind from the unnerving task of sleeping.

Running a hand over his eyes, he looked over to his cracked window, the cool air filling the bedroom in a comfortable manner. Walking up to the window, he leaned himself on its steep edge, peering outside into the night.

As his eyes adjusted to the warm street lighting, he instantly caught something in his tired gaze, there stood you—completely bare, inches away from your own open bedroom window.

Maybe it was too much over the counter sleep medicine, or maybe he shouldn’t have had a beer after dinner that evening—surley, his eyes were deceiving him.

But there you were, your bare spine glistening in the soft light of your bedroom, the warm hues from what he presumed to be your lamp, hugged the curve of your plump ass. Your silhouette somehow appeared to glow through the closed window—even from hundreds of feet away.

Holding a white towel in your hands, you shimmied it side by side, delicately ridding yourself of the droplets of water that trickled down your body from your late night shower.

Joel’s heart fell into his stomach, his blood pressure instantly turning his ears pink, he cautiously hid himself behind the navy curtains.

Rapidly blinking his sleep deprived eyes, he attempted to rid himself of your image but it was no use—like each time he sees you, your essence burns a perfect cutout tucked away deep inside his memories.

He felt like a teenage boy once again, peeping on his attractive much older neighbor—yet this time it felt increasingly dirtier, you were young—too young to be gawked at like a piece of meat, but Joel couldn’t stop himself, feeling the same growth in his pants he's felt all week long, and with each time you being the cause.

Bringing a hand down to palm himself, his nostrils exhaled the underlying tension he was holding in, feeling his cock jerk in the combines of his sweats.

Watching you was an adrenaline rush he never knew he needed, his eyes trailing your bare frame as you bent over, fumbling in your wooden dresser.

Joel’s breath stuttered as he gripped himself through the cotton, his dick rock hard at the sight of you, and he couldn’t help himself from pulling the elastic waistband down—his cock wildly springing up to his stomach, his typical pink tip reddened and angry.

Stroking himself, Joel watched as you pulled your panties over your ass, hiding the delicious view of your ass. Joel bit his lip, thinking of how soft and plush your thighs were, watching how they jiggled as you turned around.

Joel collected a loogie of spit, letting it fall onto his cock with a small ‘tut’, he rubbed it on himself, the wet squelching filling his bedroom. He pounded his free hand against the wall in a fist, the cool smooth paint against his calloused hand, but all he could think about was how you’d feel on his cock.

Your unaware movements caused Joel’s knees to buckle, your swollen breasts now in his view, your nipples looking right back at him. He turned his view to your face in an attempt to not cum so quickly, and he was unable to tell your exact emotion spread across your face, yet your features were much softer alone in the relaxing moonlight.

Raising your arms, you quickly scrambled into a cut-off white tank top, the hem tickling right under your breasts. The covering was incredibly thin—so thin Joel could see the outline of your pebbled nipples.

He began to feel disappointed, the show ended as quickly as it started, but Joel was so enamored by you—and he could feel his balls tightening, growing increasingly close to his release.

His hand was rapid against his cock, pumping it as fast as he could, the motion burned deep in the muscles of his inner thighs but then—he saw it, your eyes looking over in the direction of his house.

You looking in his direction caused his hips to buck in his hand, you none the wiser; had no idea someone was watching you—touching themselves at your naked body.

The concept was so juvenile and dirty, it caused Joel to cum hard and fast, his cum spurting down his hand, making a mess of his sweatpants.

After an outfit change, Joel finally slept well that night, dreaming about you, and when he finally could get his hands on you.

You think he’s going to finally say something to you—finally address you like you mean something, but instead, he pivots his movements—his boots kicking up a small mountain of dirt as he turned around, heading over to the parked truck.

You could tell Tommy’s teasing was beginning to effect Joel, his jaw ticking each time Tommy opened his mouth, the bones tightening in his face so strongly, the tenseness spreading to his neck, highlighting his veins.

“We takin’ my truck?” Joel questions, the first time he’s really spoken up in front of you today.

“Nope,” Tommy responds quickly, his lips popping the ‘p’ sound. “Gotta take mine, was gonna fill up my tank, ‘s almost about on empty."

Joel shivered at the inclination, Tommy’s truck couldn’t fit the three of you, hell—it could barely fit him and Tommy. The red two-seater truck was old and cluttered, the middle console so tall it could barely squeeze a second body in, let alone three.

“Ain’t enough seats for three.” Joel grumbles, furrowing his eyebrows.

You look at Tommy, his lips spread into a smug smile, and back at Joel—his face ghostly white at the idea of having to take you with them.

“Where am I supposed to sit?” You question, butting in their brotherly conversation with a curious glint in your eyes.

Tommy pats your hip, wiggling his eyebrows. “Hey that’s alright, me n you can share a seat.”

Joel blinks hard at Tommy, watching how he raises his eyebrow at you, his lip curled into a cocky smirk. There’s no way in hell Joel is going to let that happen.

“No chance I’m driving your truck, last time I did the tire fell off the axle.” Joel blurts out, his words charged in dominance.

Tommy sighs at Joel, staring at him with the knowing brotherly look in his eyes you can’t quite decipher.

“Then how about yall share the passenger seat then, just a couple minutes away, shouldn’t be too big of a deal right?”

Joel gets into the truck first, his boots flicking up the dirt stuck to the running board, his knuckle gripping the handrail with a groan.

He adjusts his legs against the floorboards, graciously giving you enough room as he spreads them wide, your own personal seat for the next uncomfortable sweaty minutes.

Shakily, you mimic his movements, grabbing onto the hand rail, you yank yourself up into the truck, clumsily landing in between his open thighs.

The position wasn’t terrible, you just felt awkward—sitting on a man’s lap who’s barely ever uttered a word to you made you feel funny, you could feel the clammy sticky skin of your lower back against his forearms, the uncomfortable situation already beginning to swirl deep inside your belly.

Bump.

Bump.

Bump.

Tommy should have told you he was taking the backroads, the terrain uneven and filled with potholes.

It was growing impossible to hold still on top of Joel’s lap, each time the truck plowed into a pothole—you couldn’t control your movements, your ass rubbing directly in between Joel’s legs, the friction driving straight into his cock.

You tried to force your weight into the balls of your feet in an attempt to relieve the tension on Joel—but it was impossible, each time you’d go over a hump in the ground, you’d end up right where you started, directly on his clothed cock.

You could tell it was affecting him by the way his hands flew down onto each side of your hips, gripping the flesh in his palms. His big hands held you so tightly his fingertips were sure to leave bruises in the soft flesh.

The short ride seemed much longer with Joel pressed against you like this. Arching your back—you could feel the outline of his cock against the inside of your thigh, the large imprint poking into your ass.

You tried to distract yourself from the tense situation, focusing on the dirty floor, the build up of sawdust so strong it ticked your nose, but you were unable to stay focused—especially when Joel’s hands swallowed your waist so easily, you caught yourself tracing his veins with your eyes.

“Tommy, outta all the ways you coulda went, why the hell you’d pick this one?” Joel questions, his gravely voice vibrating behind you.

Joel can feel you let out a shaky sigh against him, your back moving against his belly.

If you could only hear what Joel was thinking, or—what his dick is thinking, you’d probably scramble off of him, hell—you’d probably ride back home in the trunk with the metal tool box, far away from his perverted self.

“You saw how busy the street was, ain’t no way I was drivin’ through that fuckin’ crowd.” Tommy bites back, and you can’t help the feeling in your gut of nervousness, maybe you shouldn’t have come along with them, the air in the truck suddenly feeling suffocating.

In an attempt to get some fresh air, your arm reaches over to the passenger side door, pushing your finger down onto the window button, you hear it screech as it rolls down, the warm wind beginning to blow your hair back.

Catching a glimpse out the open window, the hot air flows into the truck as you stare blankly into the open fields, watching the sun begin to dip below the horizon.

But one particular swerve of the car causes your body to jump in the air, and as you land down against Joel’s legs you see him staring at your face through the passenger side mirror.

He looked angrier than the last time you saw his face, his lips pursed into a tight line, the irises of his eyes deepened into a dark black—frustratingly staring directly into his target—you.

Joel wasn’t holding up well, your ass feeling much better against him than he could ever imagined, and oh was he was growing mad— his body furious at how oblivious you seemed to the situation, he was sure that you were purposely rubbing yourself on him in an attempt to rile him up, and Joel was seconds away from snapping.

Joel angled his hips in such a way to feel the space where your thighs met between your cunt, the feeling instantly gratifying—your weight snug against his dripping cock.

The feeling made him quickly grow dizzy, and he could smell your sugary perfume mixing into your sweat—the smell causing his tastebuds to wetten.

He watched how your face seemed scared and uncomfortable, your wide eyed gaze staring back into his through the mirror made him want to take you right there in front of Tommy—that will show him, show him who you’ve belonged to this whole time.

The idea of taking you now, slipping his cock out of his jeans and pushing your panties to the side was a wet dream for another night fisting his cock alone.

Joel was too focused right now, remaining calm with your body on him in the tight angle—the gravel under the tires vibrating your ass onto his dick.

The heat omitting from your barely covered cunt seeped through the denim of his pants, you continuously tried to take your ass of his cock, yet the movement causes your skirt to raise up your thick thighs, placing your thinly veiled pussy right onto his cock, and he could ever so slightly feel the pulsating squeezes from your cunt.

Tommy remains completely oblivious to what’s occurring beside him, humming to the song that plays low on the radio and tapping his fingers on the steering wheel.

As the truck finally pulled into the gas station, Joel couldn’t help himself from “accidentally” pushing his hips up into yours, and he couldn’t hide his chuckle that slipped from his throat when he heard a small squeak slip past your own lips.

You couldn’t wait for Tommy to unlock the truck, pushing the button yourself—you peeled off Joel and out of the truck quickly standing on your wobbly legs, desperately trying to get yourself out of the uncomfortable situation.

“Gonna go use the restroom,” mumbling, you tucked your arms over your chest, staring back down at the beige gas station pavement.

The lights from the sign buzzed in your ears as you waltzed over to the glass door, pushing your body into it, the bell rang as you walked inside, heading straight to the only bathroom at the back of the store.

Joel watched your hips bounce while you ran away from him, and Joel wasn’t going to let you get the chance to slip away once again. He’s been waiting on this moment for far too long, a chance to finally get you alone.

He takes one look at Tommy, mumbling an excuse about buying the beer, he hops out of the truck—following you inside.

The shifty bathroom smells of stale disinfectant and mold, the old rusted lock barley works as you attempt to wiggle it shut, a sliver of the isles still leaking through the small crack on the side of the door.

Turning the faucet on cold, you push down on the plastic soap containers grey button with your palm, fighting with the thick old soap that refuses to drip down.

Cursing to yourself, you bang the side of it, watching as it tumbles off the wall and down onto the floor with a loud shatter, the contraption busting wide open, pink slimy soap seeping on the vintage tiled flooring.

“Shit!” You curse to yourself, bending down to clean up your growing mess, you don’t hear the door creeking open over the faucet pouring water down the drain.

“The fuck was that?”

His voice startles you, jumping so hard you feel as if your heart stopped, you look over in the direction—instantly knowing who it is.

“What?” You question, wondering if he heard the crash echo through the thin walls, but your response only pushes his temper further.

Joel steps further into the bathroom, pushing himself up against the wall, making sure to actually lock the rusted door into place.

“Shit, don’t you look at me like that, you know exactly what you were doin’.”

Your stomach sinks further at his admission, the adrenaline pumping in your blood. “I-I didn’t mean to, I swear!” You exclaim, your eyes wide and desperate as you defend yourself. “Went to get soap and it fell off the wall.”

“What?” He scoffs, looking at you then the disheveled container. “I…I ain’t talking about that.”

Joel takes a step forward, the floor creaking underneath his boots as he closes you in.

“Fuck, you got no clue what you’re doin’ to me do ya?”

You really don’t mean to irritate him, even though he came into the bathroom you were using, you still feel like at nuisance, his aggressive demeanor making you feel small.

“Is this about the truck? You could have drove, Tommy said-”

“Don’t you bring him up right now,” Joel’s voice ticks, his eyes darkening.

You watch him in the reflection of the mirror slowly steps forward, his frame easily filling up the small bathroom. Squinting, you brace yourself—having nowhere to hide, the feeling of him brushing up against you makes the hairs on your arms prickle.

The lighting is hazy in the bathroom, the hissing green hues distorting his face, and like a hunter hunting his prey—Joel has finally caught you right where he wants you.

Gripping your hip, he pushes you back onto his hard cock, and you can instantly feel him against you, the denim tight from his swollen cock—all from your teasing.

“You feel that? Been doing this to me since you met me, prancing ‘round outside like a slut, never payin’ me any fucking attention.”

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you watch as he bends your spine down lower, forcing you to arch your back. Your shirt lifts up at the position, feeling the cold porcelain on the freed skin of your belly.

Joel absentmindedly grinds his cock into your ass, watching every quirk of your face through the mirror. He feels bad for what he’s about to do, but you’ve been teasing him for far too long and a man can only take so much.

“All on purpose right? Trying to get me riled up? Well shit it’s working.” He spits, his words like venom, and in some sick way—you feel your wet cunt get even slicker, rolling your hips back into his, meeting his movements.

“Answer me.” Joel orders, his tongue clicking.

He slides his free hand up your spine, and you can feel his calloused fingers twitch ever so slightly through the material of your top.

His hand travels up towards your head, his fingertips grazing the hairs nestled at the nape of your neck. His hand coasts around to your face, his palm resting snugly against your chin, he forces you to stare back at him in the cracked mirror.

“Yes I-yes, ‘s all on purpose. ‘m sorry,” you manage to choke out, giving into his sick game, his cock feeling too good against your covered pussy.

“You ain’t sorry, actin’ all sweet, ‘s an act ain’t it?” Joel whispers into your ear, bending his body weight onto you.

His belly crushes your frame, unable to breathe as your chest is pressed so deep into the sink, you can smell the fruity soap swirling deep downwards the drain, yet you remain focused on him, your eyes meeting his.

“Yes, been wanting you Joel, just too scared to talk to you.”

“Yeah? Things ‘bout to be real scary, shoulda been good, spoken up in the first place.” Joel scoffs, finally pulling himself off your body.

The hand that remains on your side comes down the hem of your skirt, he has you believing he’s going to pull it off, but he doesn’t bother—instead pushing the flimsy fabric up past your hips, he uncovers your cunt, barely confined inside of your cotton panties.

“All it took was one word,” Joel mumbles, more so to himself as he throws his head down against his chest, fumbling with his belt buckle.

“Woulda took ya out, nice dinner.”

You can hear the metal of his zipper pulling against the grain of teeth, the denim brushing in his hands as he yanks them down to his knees.

“Took ya back to mine and fucked ya real nice ‘n slow.” Joel hisses, and you can tell it’s from his cock hitting the cold air from behind you, even though he’s not focused on your face, your me focused on his, watching him as if smoke will erupt from his ears in anger.

“It’s a shame, taking such a pretty thing in such a nasty fucking bathroom.”

He finally looks back at you, his head shaking in disappointment, he takes a hand down to your soaked puffy cunt, pulling your panties to the side in such aggression, the fabric burns, scratching on your inner thighs.

“But you want that don’t you? A dirty fuck for a dirty girl.”

And with that, Joel pushes his cock into your entrance, stuffing you full of his thick red tip, the head already filling you up as you mewl, the feeling ripping your thighs open.

Your jaw turns slack at the stretch, choking on your breath; the feeling of his cock is incomparable to anything you’ve ever felt before. You were far from a virgin, but for someone this big and strong, your cunt couldn’t take it, squeezing down hard on his cock in an attempt to still his movements.

“J-Joel, you’re hurtin’ me.” You cry, begging for him to give you a chance to take him, yet he smirks at you in the mirror, his lip curling just barely enough you almost miss it.

He’s never heard a painful plea sound so pretty, and he hopes you can forgive him, but when it comes from your pouting distraught lips—he almost busts right then, before he’s even got the chance to fully fuck you yet.

“Good, need ya ta learn a fuckin’ lesson.”

Joel was telling you the truth, he wishes things were different—he would have loved to be a gentleman, do all the sweet things he’s telling you, yet Joel knows himself—he knows what he needs and more so what you can handle.

Pulling himself out of your tight pussy, he watches as your slick coats his dick. He shutters as he slams back in, your warmth sucking him back in; he grabs your hip to stabilize his movements, his thrusts picking up speed.

“Knew you’d be too damn tight, just needed me to loosen ya up huh?” Joel tuts from behind you, his cock ramming so hard into your pussy, you can feel the tip of his dick prodding at your cervix, the tight muscle aching against the protruding presence.

God, Joel feels obsessed with your cunt—the way you pull him inside, it’s everything and more he could have ever imagined. Your velvety walls smooth over the skin of his dick, so soft and wet, makes his legs shake with each thrust.

Your pussys quickly becomes a sopping mess around his dick, feeling him mold himself into the perfect shape in your cunt; he fucks you deep—each thrust knocking the wind out of you.

“J-Joel, ‘s too much!” You gurgle, gripping on to the sink so tight it begins to shake off the wall, you can see the porcelain's dirt-stained caulk looking back at you.

“Shit you like that don’t ya?” Cursing, Joel grinds his cock into you, his pelvis flush fo your ass.

Your hands react faster than your brain can realize, throwing your arms back, your right arm instantly finds Joel’s neck, pulling him closer.

Joel’s quick to respond—spreading his large hand over the expanse of exposed skin on your belly, he rushes his palm up the flesh, his hand rubbing your shirt off your chest.

The fabric gives at your breasts, watching in the mirror as Joel manhandles flimsy fabric off the fat of your chest, exposing your soft breasts—you watch him carelessly touching you in the mirror as if he owns you.

“Looks even better up close,” Joel breathes into your neck, bunching the fabric of your top so far up your body it begins to rub angrily at your neck.

The grinding sensation he’s giving you is too dull for the intensity you’re craving. You push your ass onto him—pushing his hips backward in an attempt to use his cock for your own pleasure.

Joel pulls back slightly, watching the way you take his cock all by yourself, the noise of your ass clapping echoing off the walls and deep into his eardrums causes him to shudder.

“Fucking yourself using my cock, lookin’ so damn pretty.” Joel coos, approving your movements.

But Joel has waited for this moment for far too long, and he would be crass to allow you to use him like this, he much rather use you—just like he planned

He grips you tightly around him, pushing his belly deep into your spine, his arm comes around your neck; his bicep sitting snug around your throat.

You let out a gargled moan at the new angle, his cock tilting itself just right it begins to rock fast against your g-spot.

“Tell me how good I feel, hell—can see it in your face, just how bad you want this dick.” Joel pushes, not wanting you to be quiet.

He needs to hear every single squeak out of your mouth, the need for your pretty little voice to scream his name would be a stroke of his ego he could only imagine in his dreams and he’s so close to getting it—knowing exactly what you need from him.

He brings the hand on your hip down in between your legs, pushing his pointer finger and middle finger on your clit, he begins to rabidly rub the bead, the feeling making your eyes roll into the back of your head.

His skilled fingers are too much for your body to handle, the feeling only intensified by the bicep around your throat, you can’t help but feel breathless, your moans becoming raspy as he holds your limp, fucked out body up.

He can feel your cunt fluttering around his cock, your legs clenching around his hand tells him you're close and Joel isn’t far behind, his balls skin tight as they slap loudly onto your skin.

“How ‘bout I cum inside ya? Make you prance around town with my fucking kid in yer belly?”

His words make your belly quiver, imagining Joel out of all people in town to be the one to claim your cunt as his makes you feel a way you’ve never felt before—his seed knocking you up in an aged gas station bathroom is disgusting—yet so satisfying you can’t help but moan out in agreement.

“Can feel ya clenching on me doll, shit-know you want it, want my cum inside of ya like a slut.” Joel babbles, himself coming closer to his release.

Joel cums before you, his girthy cock spurting thick ropes of his seed deep into your walls, you can feel the cum seeping deep past your cervix.

“Cmon, gotta feel ya cum for me baby.”

His words do it for you, pushing your knees together, your body begins to shake, your bones prickling with stars as your muscles burn. Your orgasm snaps through you like a rubberband, Joel having no choice but to help you stand up straight, your legs feeling like jelly.

As you cum, Joel’s hand comes down on your clit, slapping the puffy bead into overstimulation, you scream out loud, your knuckles turning pale on the edge of the sink.

Screaming, you thrash around his grasp, using both of your hands to release yourself against his angry palm, he finally lets off your pleading cunt, your clit throbbing in agony.

“Gotta take it out, ‘s gonna sting.”

Pulling out, his cum instantly falls from your stretched out cunt, the warm clear liquid seeping down your legs, Joel is quick to rip a paper towel, wetting it in the bathroom sink.

Swiping it up your cunt, you hiss in discomfort—although it’s a nice gesture after he abused your cunt, the scratchy surface of the towel burns the inside of your thighs, each wipe of his hand hurting more than the next.

“I’ll see ya outside,” Joel mutters under his breath, “gotta buy beer, ‘s what I came in here for.”

You watch as he zips up his jeans, the dark spot of precum dampening against his denim catches in the light as he walks out the bathroom, leaving you in your messy clothes, ass and tits out with his cum still seeping out of your pussy.

Confusion washes over you, and if you thought you didn’t understand him before—you sure as hell don’t get him now.

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It was generational, a once in a lifetime opportunity for a man like him to get with a girl like you, parading around the sidewalk in your short pleated skirts, the stride of your hips always swaying so effortlessly, the breeze allowing the fabric to ride up the fat of your thighs with the wind.

Fucking you in that gas station—although ridiculously worth it, the encounter only made things worse for him, beginning to grow increasingly obsessed with you. From the moment he woke up to the time he flopped his head down on his flimsy pillows, he imagined the way you felt pressed against him, your soft skin just as plush as he always imagined.

You were starting to crawl your way deeper into his skin, ripping the flesh down to the bone, your scent flowing through his veins like a sticky, syrupy venom—one he couldn’t suck out of his bloodstream without getting withdrawals, his body solely devoted to your oblivious mind.

Life isn’t fair—Joel is a virtue to that, and he was losing his composure day by day, doing what he does best—watching you from afar, keeping his distance before he had the opportunity to explore you again.

Your window remains his only chance to see you—to make believe inside his mind. The casual glances he’d give you here and there rapidly turned into something stronger after your secret meeting together, his body turning with excitement every time he got a small glimpse of you, always thankful you leave your bedroom curtains open, your personal space exposed to his line of viewing.

Every night, Joel waits in his bed, tired eyes frantically scanning the clock—ten pm sharp. You submerge sneakily into your bedroom walls, always taking the time to securely lock your door behind you, a signal he takes note of—a delirious feeling taking over him at the idea of sneaking in while your sleeping, breaking the lock open and taking you in comfort of your frilly sheets.

It was addictive, never knowing what or where you’d end up each night, sometimes you’d lay on your bed painting your toenails, even some nights you’d spend extra time in your shower, meticulously going through the motions of your full body routine, popping straight into bed without a show, falling asleep with wet hair and glistening skin.

He desperately wanted to see you again, yet the stunt he pulled at the gas station made him assume he was at a crossroad with you, choosing to watch your night routine and make believe instead of falling asleep to whatever late night re-runs that play on cable.

It wasn’t okay to stalk you like this, the icky man breathing down your neck a couple hundred feet away from you—who remains none the wiser. But it wasn’t his fault your bedroom window is so perfectly placed across from his own and you never bothered closing those damn blinds.

Tonight wasn’t any different, Joel watching you carry out your usual night routine, the time spent in the shower always ending with a small ritual of lotions and creams. You slicked the vanilla scented moisturizers over your body—clad in nothing but a flimsy white towel, the fabric just begging to be ripped open by his clammy fingertips.

He watches for what felt like hours as you finally moved on to your next task, assumingly pacing over to your dresser in hopes of picking out some comfy pajamas to fall asleep in. He chews on his nails, anticipating you picking out something soft and skin-tight, his own breathing picking up at the idea of you in some tiny shorts—the globes of your thick ass hanging out of the material.

You calmly reached into your drawer, fingers rummaging around in the crowded space. Your hand is wrapped around something just slightly out of his line of vision when suddenly—your phone lights up, the slim metal sitting neatly against the woodgrain table-top, the small screen of the flip-phone startling you, your body jerking back.

You quickly reached for it, flipped its clunky screen open, answering whoever was calling you with a cheesy grin plastered on your cheeks. Your mouth slacks open as you began to speak to the person who called you this late at night, Joel mentally cursing to himself as he can’t figure out who it is, his window unfortunately too far away from you, your big yard dividing him from you.

He was enthralled, watching you plop down onto your mattress; stomach first. The new found angle pressed your tits together as you crossed your arm over your chest, the plump flesh practically choking on the seam of the tight towel. You raised your legs, allowing them to aimlessly dangle in the air, the soles of your feet pointed in his direction as you continued speaking.

You looked straight out of an R-rated movie, the kind where the man recording the film gets a chance to fuck the girl next store, and he hoped to god that’s where tonight was headed.

You were practically asking for it, a temptress covered in a small towel, your body already prepared for him to feast on and God was Joel was starving—drool collecting in his mouth, saliva glands drenched with need.

He begins to feel the same feeling in his mouth erupt down to his jeans, his cock thickening at the innocent sight of you, watching you aimlessly adjust and wiggle on the bed, the towel inches away from exposing your pert nipples.

Joel can feel his blood rushing to his ears, his cheeks flushed and irritated. He can’t cum in his pants already, not when the show just begun—awkwardly prying his eyes away from you, he begins to stare at the draft blowing into your window, the wind brushing wildly against your curtains.

The moonlight blooms brightly into the night sky, the pale light shining its white hues onto a metal ladder leaning up against the edge of your house, situated just feet away from your window.

He knew your family had contracted some work to be done on your roof weeks ago, the evidence still lingering around the backyard, boxes of shingles and planks of hardwood covering the green grass. It was clear the company was almost done with the job, yet their materials continued to linger in the yard.

The ladder was awfully distracting, the length perfectly placed. It would be easy to sneak in through the open glass—it was as if the universe put the hunk of metal there just to torment him, to tease him with the same repetitive idea about you—you were always just out of reach.

Thinking with his cock, he cursed under his breath as he slipped his boots on, not bothering to tie the laces, he ran through the house, not bothering to bring anything with him, his mind completely made up on confronting you, even if things go south.

He’s out of breath by the time he gets the ladder into position, shakily stepping up the stairs, he takes his time reaching the ledge of your window, his face just feet away from your unaware, gentle one.

Joel’s unlucky streak has finally ended when he realizes your window is conveniently placed right next to the porch, giving him just enough room to lazily pile his body on top of the small side roofing, the tin material creaking under his tremulous knees as he leans forward, feeling his calves biting the shingles.

The angle situates his predatory line of vision to easily peer through the clear glass, listening to your voice vibrate outside the crack of the window.

Your manicured fingernails continue their tortuous grip on the pink Motorola, holding it up to your ear as you listen to the person talking on the other line. It’s a stark contrast to his palms grazing the slippery vinyl of the window sill, knuckles white with the damming image of you up close, your body language relaxed—the opposite of what you're like with him.

He feels bad. It shouldn’t have to be this way—he shouldn’t even want you this way in the first place; seemingly always having to end up cornering you in a vulnerable position, taking what he wants and abandoning you, leaving himself only wanting more in the end.

You're so endearing and sympathetic, he’s sure you’ll understand soon enough why he’s like this and why he can never find it in him to be normal around you. Everything about you simply drives him crazy, wild enough to sneak into your house like a psychopath, trying to ignore the implications of breaking the law that creep up the back of his neck, hiding his nervousness behind his determination.

You begin to talk again, your voice chirping into the conversation with a slight hum, trying your best to suppress your giggles at whatever the person on the other line was saying. It’s been a while since he’s heard your voice so up close, and he begins to wonder who you're charming on the phone, the sound sickeningly sweet, the syrupy noise making his ears turn like a lost puppy, cocking his head against the concrete wall.

“Alright, have fun and stay safe. And don’t do anything I wouldn’t do! Which isn’t a lot but still, love you.” You sing to the phone, cheeks gleaming underneath the wooozy warmth of your bedside lamp, the lampshades beads dangling from the breeze of wind Joel is currently feeling biting the soft skin on his nose.

“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” Your wording makes his face flush and ears turn pink, unable to control himself bringing a hand down to the growing tent in his jeans, squeezing the spongy flesh.

He’s unsure if his growing member is caused by the adrenaline of sneaking over like this, his hands shaking so uncontrollably it’s making him feel like a teenager again. Maybe it’s from the way you said it; the kind of girl who’s so shy and timid in person but a little minx in the sheets—as if your friends are roped into your personal life, knowing all of your dirty little secrets, even the one where your the girl who does everything, including her next door neighbor.

He plants his body back down on the metal, his bulky frame hidden tightly under the window, squeezing his hand down on his tip. Choking back a groan, his eyes roll so far deep into the back of his skull he could almost see his brain screaming to him about how terrible of an idea this is, but his cock says otherwise, the tip throbbing around his sweaty palm, aching for attention.

His position on the edge is beginning to kill his aching bones, body almost in as much pain as you cause his cock—his patience is wearing so thin he feels translucent. He sits there, waiting in agony for your phone call to end, hitting his head against the wall looking up to the night sky, the sky empty besides the occasional glimpse of a star twinkling in the distance.

Closing his eyes in a huff, the brim of his trucker hat fully covering his chestnut colored irises, he finally hears it—your bedroom door slamming shut.

Peaking over his shoulder his eyes fit around the room, looking for any sign of you and when he sees no one in sight, he makes his move—standing up to pull the window the rest of the way open, he clumsily makes his way inside, tumbling onto the carpet.

Wandering back into your bedroom with a yawn, the minty flavoring of your toothpaste still coats your teeth, lazily rolling your tongue over the leftover residue that reminds clinging to your gums, you don’t expect to open the door to company—company in the man you’ve been attempting to avoid.

Joel Miller.

“What the fuck!” You screech, your hand flying over the glossy skin of your chest in pursuit to conserve yourself.

Your heart flutters in your chest, the organ fumbling head first into the acidic pool of your stomach, the muscle screaming the same way you are, trying your best to control your body from passing out.

You attempt to read the situation, unsure if you should call out for your father, or dial 911 to let them know the man you hooked up with weeks ago has now broken into your house and is currently sitting on your bed as if he’s been over a million times, his stature far too comfortable for your liking.

He’s leaning his body weight on his palms, legs drawn wide against your flooring, his brown boots taking up a considerable amount of space on the fluffy carpeting, the caked up outsoles sure to leave a streak of mud on the white fuzz.

“Quiet now doll, don’t want ya wakin’ anyone up.” He mutters slyly, adjusting himself on the mattress, placing a finger over his lips.

You stare in shock, unable to wrap your head around why he’s here—or how he even got here, let alone why he’s the one ordering you around in your house on your bed.

“Y-you need to leave, this isn’t a good time.” You reply shakily, your body language rigid, crossing your arms over your waist, suddenly feeling exposed in your skimpy towel.

“Thinkin’ it is a good time,” he instantly retorts, his arm brushing the side of your nightstand, fingertips finding solace around the pink alarm clock, gripping the plastic. “But it is getting pretty late, especially to be takin’ phone calls at this hour.”

The alarm looks minuscule compared to his large, tanned fist, swallowing the remnants of toothpaste down your throat, you try to ignore the way his large calloused knuckles make you feel, gazing at the veins in his hand tensing.

“J-Joel, I-what are you doing here?” You whisper, locking the door knob beside you, praying your father can’t hear your argument with the older Miller, knowing him—he’s not leaving anytime soon.

He was finally ready to face you—never bothering talking to you the rest of that night after Tommy drove the three of you back from the gas station, you wondered when he’d show his face around you again. Especially after he begrudgingly forced your wobbling legs back up on his lap in the truck, his body language much more relaxed as he gripped the fat of your thighs, the two of you reveling in the moment when you could finally feel his cum beginning to drip into your panties and onto his thigh, your combined fluids leaving a sticky spot against the denim.

It was your little, short lived secret—an odd and uncertain bond you formed only with him; you truthfully believed it wouldn’t go anywhere, despite how he made you feel.

You wondered when he’d show up again, catching him always staring at you from a distance like a wolf preying on a sheep watching its every slight movement in the pasture—yet this time it was around the neighborhood, catching him wide eyed and silent staring daggers into the side of your head as you’d walk around the block, or lay out in the backyard.

This was the last thing you expected from him, but maybe that’s why he snuck in like this, forcing you to face him in the tight combines of your bedroom.

He looks comedically out of place sitting on your frilly sheets, his saw dust covered jeans flaking off into the pink ruffles. His presence in your room alone is already such a glaring contrast to your soft decorations, his grey shirt looking dull against the baby pink walls you’ve never bothered to repaint as you transitioned into adulthood.

“Ain’t a good idea to leave your windows open sweet pea, never know who’s watching ya.” Joel chides, ticking the brim of his hat over to the opened window.

He stares admirably at your shocked expression, watching the gears in your brain begin to shift into place, realizing how he even got in here in the first place, the breeze blowing your free-flowing locks of hair.

His blatant disregard for your boundaries makes your heart begin to rapidly pound in your ears, the sound echoing much similar to rainfall connecting to a branch during the spring, the water gliding down from the leaves fusing together into fat droplets that fall on the dirt.

“You’re sick! My dads down stairs, all I have to do is yell and he’ll come up here.” You threaten, yet it doesn’t come out as a warning, more like a plea—as if you're begging him to leave because he needs too, not because you want him gone.

Your eyes flit around the room, wide pupils half-hazardly ping ponging around your now violated humble space, attempting to pay attention to anything except the man on your bed.

“Now I ain’t scared of your old man…and I know you don’t want that.” He coos, his face turning into a cocky grin.

He extends his legs out fully, giving you no chance to cower in the corner, your only options now are either facing him or running out your bedroom door, risking getting caught with him—the idea making your teeth clench down, your bite so tight it burns your jaw.

“I do want that.” You retort, throwing your hands to your sides, fingers brushing your towel around your body like a dress.

Joel’s staring at you only makes you grow increasingly frustrated, continuing your rant in a huff. “You really need to leave, w-we can talk about this another time-not tonight.” Your breathing is uneven as you stutter out your defense, but the way Joel’s expression doesn’t falter once at your demands—you know he’s not taking ‘no’ for an answer.

He has you right where he wants you, your resolve slowly dwindling away each second, your fingers picking at the threads of your towel, the thin fabric hugging the curve of your waist, the scratchy cloth traveling down to the fat of your thighs inches away from your cunt—the one thing you know he desires.

“Now I didn’t climb all the way up here for nothin’, how about you come over here and let me spend some time with my girl.” He gestures, fingers touching the loose hem of your towel.

His girl.

The name makes you feel funny, belly swirling, cheeks flushed. No one’s ever bothered to call you that before, truthfully—no one has ever claimed you quiet like this, let alone wanted you so openly they’d crawl through an open window for a chance to talk to you.

His movements are abrupt. Intentional. The dried cracks of his fingernails scratch your soft skin, just enough to send a stabbing jolt of electricity through your body, searing its twisted way between the sweltering valley of your thighs.

“I don’t think this is a good idea Joel.”

“Sure it is sugar, thinkin’ you’re just thrown off ‘n scared.”

Only Joel could make the cool winter breeze gusting into your bedroom feel boiling hot on your skin, the effect he has on you eminent.

Sighing out loud, you shrug your shoulders, looking him in the eye. “You confuse me.”

“Then lemme help clear up that mind of yours.” He retorts in a way you can’t throw a rebuttal at, his hand grabbing your own. “Come here.”

You felt deranged, the kind of feeling you haven’t felt since you were a teenager losing your virginity for the first time. Excitement pools its way through you, down to your toes, beginning to shift your way over to him, squeezing your knees between his open legs, awkwardly obliging his request.

Shame and embarrassment bubble deep in your belly as you drag your feet behind you, letting your toes spread around the carpet until you're standing inches away from him.

His hand still remains on your own, rubbing small circles into the bone that connects your thumb to the flesh. His hands are soft, gentle. Much gentler than the time spent with him in the nasty gas station bathroom, his touch far more intentional.

“There she is.”

He smells like all the other guys in town, tobacco and musk; the kind of smell that makes you gag, but on him it makes your mouth dampen. The aroma sends you into a Joel-filled trance as you inch your way closer to him, like glue on paper—you press firmly against him, fully lining your body up to his thighs.

“Been thinkin’ of what to say to ya, but I’ve never been too good at that.” He sighs, leaning his head into you.

His moments make you jump, head brushing its way to the side of your neck, pressing himself even closer to your body, your lotioned skin making a squishing noise as his cheek hits your shoulder.

“Always smell so sweet, bet you taste like candy.” He growls, voice vibrating through your body like a kettle screaming.

He can practically taste your skin. The sugary powder scent so addictive he can’t help but breathe you in, taking a deep inhale in the crest of your shoulder, his fingers finding the edge of the towel, slipping his fingers into the sharp corner you tucked underneath your armpit.

“Can I take this off?” He mutters, dipping two fingers under the fold, his eyes finding yours already looking down at him.

The years of working outside in the boiling rays of the sun have been surprisingly gentle on him, the crinkles around his eyes appearing far softer up close as you run your hand up his cheek, the scratchy follicles of his beard biting your fingertips.

Your hands find the brim of his hat, effortlessly flicking it off his head, letting it tumble off his back and onto the ground—you want to see him, his blown out pupils making it hard to resist his questioning.

“Okay.”

By the time your words slip from your jaw, he softly rips the garment open, the towel flowing down to the floor with a thump, revealing your body to his prying eyes.

Your nipples harden at the sudden exposure to the cool breeze nipping at your flesh, goosebumps erupting on the skin of your breasts. You go to cover yourself, elbows raising over your torso—but Joel’s hands come up to your own, forcing your palms back down to your side.

“Don’t be hiding from me now darlin’. This right here’s what I came to see” He praises, unable to contain his excitement, a slight drawl to his voice.

The blatant display of your naked body is a hard pill to swallow—even though he’s already seen what the sacred spot between your legs looks like, it’s hard to get used to a man like him staring eye level at your bare cunt.

“So pretty darlin’. Prettiest girl in all of Austin, maybe even Texas itself.”

You know he means it; his awkward way of complimenting you, but you can’t help the doubt that seeps through your bones, the room instantaneously feeling glacial on your blooming tummy, limbs beginning to shiver.

“Feels like you're teasing me.” Mumbling under your breath, you look down at your toes, the painted hues prickling around the carpet, his dirty boots beside them.

You shimmy out of his grasp, fully committing to hiding your body from his prying eyes, cold hands resting under your armpits, the action pressing your breasts together in a thick line of cleavage.

“Ain’t teasing you yet, you’ll know when.” He laughs, a small huff of breath releasing under his nose at your insecurities.

You look so pretty like this—it’s not an opinion, it’s a fact. He knows anyone would fall over dead to see you in this position, pouting lips and perked nipples, it’s ridiculous—yet it gives him an advantage over you, one he devilishly enjoys.

“Always so soft honey, looking real nice tonight.” He maunders, bringing a large hand to your waist, his fingers stopping against the slope of your elbow. “Now move out the way so I can see ya, don’t want to waste any more time.”

You shudder as your arms drop to the sides of your thighs, your nipples eye level to his browbone, the skin furrowed into a stern look as he stares through your breasts and into your soul.

“You make me nervous.” The admission falls aimlessly. He does make you nervous—it’s hard to read him, never knowing what side of him will reveal itself each time the big hand on the clock ticks, always bracing for the worst.

“Well that ain’t right is it?” He mutters, his hand falling flush to the curve of your back, pulling you into him.

You gasp as his face lands between your breasts, his nose nuzzling the supple skin. His lips scratch the soft surface, not kissing or licking; he simply feels around the area, as if he’s getting used to your naked body in a much different manner than before, finally having the time to savor you.

His hand drags down, falling off the curve of your spine, placing his hand onto his lap, palming his hard cock swollen in the fabric of his jeans. Pressing his fingers into the shaft, he growls into your flesh, his voice vibrating your ribcage. “Don’t ever have ta’ be nervous. Not with me sugar.”

His poking and prodding at your naked frame makes you grow antsy, wondering what he’s planning on doing to you tonight, the blood slowly rushing to his cock as you gaze at it, the girthy size filling rapidly in his jeans.

“These thighs,” he ticks, head falling to your hip bone. “Spread ‘em for me.”

The delicate touch suddenly dissipates, his chin pushing into the bone as he brings large hands up to your thighs, gripping the flesh in his palms.

“W-what?” You question, eyes wide as coins as you stare down at him, the vigorous exposure is something you're not quite used to in such an intimate way, a man inches away from your naked cunt.

“I said, spread these.” He repeats, fingers searing into the sides of your thighs, forcing your cunt to spread wide for him.

His fingers make five little indents into the flesh, molding the fat like dough, your lips repeatedly slapping together, mushing your slick around your clit.

You swallow the lump in your throat, anxiety forcing its weary head back into your chest with shaky muscles and even wobbly legs—you step around his boots, placing the balls of your feet on the outsides of his legs.

Your pussy opens fully, sticky lips prying wide in the quiet air of your bedroom. Closing your eyes, you suck in a harsh breath, awaiting his touch.

“Good Lord baby, ‘s real nice seeing ‘er up close, it’s been too damn long.” He mutters, his dominant hand shifting to the front of your thigh, petting the soft skin.

He’s leaned over now, his nose practically resting on your belly button, his eyes locked to the soaked lips of your puffy pussy.

His fingers ghost your mound, his touch so delicate against the skin he’s barely even touching it—the dull sensation causes your eyes to flutter open to catch him gawking.

“She’s real pretty too. Soft.” He whispers, placing a kiss to the squishy spot below your navel. “Who’d you shave for?”

“N-No one?” You stutter, his sudden questioning taking you aback.

Joel was accusing you of sleeping around, fucking someone else other than him. It wasn’t like you had a chance anyways; always finding him out in the yard, mowing the already trimmed grass, or when you’d occasionally catch him looking at you in the glass windows at night. He didn’t get you the opportunity to see other men, let alone fuck one, Joel’s image always on the back of your mind.

“Mmm, not for no other boys right? ‘Cus if ya did, I’d be scaring ‘em all off from ya, can’t compete with what’s already mine.”

His confirmed jealousy catches you off guard, the one thing he's somehow able to communicate with you, your legs stumbling backwards in shock.

“I’m not yours. Never even talk to me unless you want something.” You grumble, cheeks puffing.

You can’t help but glower at the man, all secrets suddenly feeling comfortable enough to expose in the thick atmosphere around your pink sheets, the world shrinking down into just the two of you left behind.

“Poor you. ‘s a good thing you look so pretty poutin’ for me.” He preens, fingertips grazing the apex of your thigh.

There’s a teasing tone in his voice, like you're a child telling her dad about a new toy he doesn’t care about, he isn’t listening to you—or taking you seriously.

“I’m serious.” You huff, fluttering your eyelashes at him and back down to the floor, pushing his teasing hand away from your mound.

“Well in that case. How about I start stoppin’ by more, keep that window cracked for me—hell, your daddy would let me inside if I asked, he likes me.” Talking mindlessly, his hand returns back to your thigh, his fingertips grazing your knee.

He continues speaking, his hand traveling back up to your cunt, this time inching closer and closer to your lips. “But if he knew what I was about to do to ya, I don’t think he would anymore.”

His knuckles hitch right against your slick, feeling the wetness coating his digits. He lets them linger there—watching you stammer over your words, attempting to speak.

“It-It’s not funny.” You shake out, legs wobbling. “You can’t just walk in here and touch me without asking.”

“Well I did, and you’re standin’ here letting me aren’t ya?”

You don’t say anything, your mind going fuzzy at his barely there touch, your cunt leaking slick down to his hand.

“Give up sweet pea, you’re gettin’ off to this ain’t you?”He laughs at you, your blown out state showcasing you your features is so blankly obvious, you’ve fallen into his cock fueled trap.

Clenching around nothing, your knees buckle towards the ground, forcing Joel's fingers snug against your cunt. “N-No! ‘m not!” You cry out, rolling your hips on his hand, forcing any sense of contact to your aching clit.

“You’re making a god damn mess babydoll, can feel it and I haven’t even touched you proper.” He growls at you, pulling his hand away from your pussy.

His fingers are taught underneath you, lining them up to cup your mound, he extends his hand backward, laying a firm slap to your cunt, his tortuous moments burning your overly sensitive clit.

“Joel!” You squeal, shaking like a leaf.

He ignores your pleas, sliding his fingers up your slit, collecting the rumination of slick you’ve been leaking since he stumbled in here, the wetness easily soaking his digits. He slips his middle finger underneath your cunt, prodding it to your entrance, letting his dry cuticles scrape the delicate skin.

His fingers get a good tour of your slit, playing with your clenching hole before he slides them up to your throbbing bud, rubbing a gentle circle against the nub, he slides back down to your entrance. He swirls his fingers around the hole, letting the slick bubble and pop around the ridges of your opening.

“What a fucking whore—‘you’re sick’,” he mocks from earlier, pitching his voice in a whiny rattle similar to yours, “sugar you’re just about as sick as I am.”

You already feel breathless, the dull sensation against your incredibly sensitive hole makes your body give out, learning further into his touch, forcing his fingers to hitch inside of you.

He brings his free hand down to the large protrusion in his jeans, flicking the button wide open, he jams the zipper down, releasing the tension on his choking cock.

It irritates you, your greedy pussy is desperate for stimulation—there’s no chance in hell you’re letting his hand go any further in his pants.

“Do somethin’, you’re not being nice.” You're begging now, rocking your hips like a bitch in heat, forcing his fingers to sink inside of your tight walls but his large digits can’t fit quite yet, the tightness only able to suck his pointer finger inside of you.

“You don’t like me nice.” He angrily barks, forcing his middle finger inside of you, stretching you wide.

The touch short circuits your brain, replacing any source of backtalk with a whine, your body jerking away from him. His skilled figures expertly swirl around your gushing cunt, feeling the ridges of your velvety walls, letting his fingers stretch you wide.

“S-Shut up ‘n make me feel good.” You manage to breathe out, trying to hold back your moans, small gasps of breath slipping out of your open mouth.

His fingers already feel so good between your thighs, yet you can’t help your attempt to get the last word in, toying around with dominance—although you know he’s the one in charge.

“Relax sugar, gonna take my time with ya, stretch this pretty little pussy out.”

Watching you in awe, Joel’s amused at your little show of him—he likes your disgusted attitude you use with him, the jarring juxtaposition between your twisted up face of disgust forget to transfer to your body, your cunt so soaked it sucks his fingers deeper and deeper inside of your body, the sight only making his dick harder and harder by the second.

He begins to scissor his fingers in and out of your cunt, forcing your walls to fit his thick digits, knuckles hitting your spongey g-spot so right, the wetness filling the room.

“Bet your daddy can hear how wet you are from the couch, shit ‘s probably echoing down the damn stairs.” He curses, eyes staring at your frame, watching how your stomach begins to stutter, learning how his pleasure affects your body.

“Joel!” You squeak, unable to hide the excitement in your voice, the stimulation of his fingers finally subduing the pain of your throbbing cunt.

“So tight baby, glad no one else has stretched ya out. Doing a good job keeping her tight for me.”

Joel makes you feel nauseous at the sickening sentiment, but his words hold truth within them—you secretly hoped he’d be by to see you again sometime soon, you just didn’t think it would be in this way.

You want to retort, attempt to give him any kind of response, but his fingers feel so wide in your cunt, the rolling motion of his knuckles making you clamp down on the digits, your orgasm already approaching.

“You like that? Can feel you chokin’ my fingers with this pretty little pussy, bet it feels even better on my dick.”

“Feels so good,” you sigh, biting your plush lip between your teeth, squinting your eyes shut. “But y-you’d feel even bigger.”

Leaning your body weight onto him, his palm inadvertently places itself right against your clit, the squishy skin rubbing into your swollen nub, the dual pleasure making your toes curl.

“Yeah? Stuff ya so tight you’ll be crying, gonna feel real full tonight.”

You look down to his jeans, his cock tensing so strongly through the light denim the tip effortlessly spits globs of precum into the fabric. Your hand craves to feel him twist in your palm as he did your cunt—the way it bruised your insides as he split you in half over the sink, his tip brushing your cervix with each thrust.

Your open mouth lets out a large whine, your fingers gripping the flesh of his forearms. “I’m close,” you cry out, your clit becoming sensitive from the aggressive rubbing of his palm, the rolling effortlessly matching the prying motions of his chubby fingers.

“I know,” he urges, his fingers suddenly halting their pace, “but I wanna feel you cum on my cock, not my fingers.”

He doesn’t give you any time to beg him for your release, confusing settling over your features. He pries his fingers out of your tight hole, the wetness squelching around nothing.

Your mind is almost as empty as your cunt is, the need to finally come face to face with his dick overriding your senses, your limbs reaching out for his jeans.

“T-Take it out. Your cock. Wanna see it up close.” You shiver, your hands snaking between the material of his boxers, swiping your fingertips underneath the thick waistband, gripping his dick with both hands.

“Fuck-k!” He curses, the feeling of your small hand pressing against his cock making his hips jerk in the air, his dick practically chasing you as if it’s mesmerized by your grip.

“Feels so big, can’t believe it fit inside of me.” You mewl, swirling your dominant hand over his tip, maneuvering his shaft out of the fabric.

His hands are quick on his jeans, pulling the material down by the empty belt loops the rest of the way. He lets them pool at his ankles, the material bunching and wrinkling at his boots.

“You keep talkin’ like that and I ain’t gonna be able to fuck ya right.”

Sighing, you watch as he kicks off his boots, letting the fabric swallow the brown leather as it tumbles off his body, leaving his heavy cock laying against his belly, the tip drenched in precum.

You’ve almost pushed Joel past his limits, your manicured hand lazily stroking his cock begins to drive him mad, the wide gaze in your eyes staring at him with one of pure seduction and adoration. It takes everything out of him to not grip your waist and throw you on the bed, his cock ready to fuck you until your screaming.

“Maybe I don’t want that, would rather just stroke you instead.”

It’s obvious your pushing him, trying to force the mean beast back out of him that he’s been failing to keep concealed tonight, readily awaiting it’s arrival to rip you in half, fuck you just how you like it, but your good at keeping him on his toes—feeling each stroke of your hand travel all the way down to his balls.

“That’s enough.”

He’s giving you a warning, one final veiled hint before he wrecks you, but the way your hand squeezes down against his tip at his words, he knows exactly what you want, your devious work on his cock not faltering.

“Bet you’d feel heavy on my tongue." You push again, and before you know it Joel is on you, fingertips bruising your hips as he tosses you on the mattress, the boxsprings snapping at the sudden weight.

You're unsure how you end up on your belly so suddenly, sweaty face plastered on your pillows and cheeks tightly smushed into the cotton with Joel on top of you.

“I told ya to watch that mouth,” he sighs, leaning his belly into your spine, the buttons of his shirt cold as they press against your bare skin.

“Couldn’t help it.” You squirm, wiggling around in his grasp.

“Sure you could doll, you just wanted to see me riled up didn’t ya? Wanted me to press ya into the mattress and fuck you ‘til your screaming.”

His words only make your aching cunt even slicker, the wetness spread around between your legs quickly making a mess of your sheets, the fluffy duvet starting smelling like you—sweet and tangy.

You didn’t realize how much you missed this—missed him. A dirty man with a nasty attitude, the one thing that makes you feel free from your spiffy lifestyle, his touch forcing your skin to buzz with the feeling of being alive.

“Been teasing me for too long,” you whimper, shaking your ass against his cock, feeling the shaft fit between your crack.

He’s so snug behind you, his squishy tip searing against your flesh, the dribbles of precum painting the round globes of your ass, you try your best to angle him to your entrance but it’s no use—his body too close to yours to move.

“Yeah? Then maybe you should go find someone else to fuck you, get some little frat boy to blow his load inside of you.”

There it is—again. His greedy jealousy showing itself even though he has you shaking like a tumbleweed underneath him, your cunt screaming and crying for him to put it in its place.

“I-I don’t s-sleep around.” You breathe out, twisting your head around to look at him lifting off your body, pumping his cock in his hand.

“Shouldn’t be fuckin’ around with a man like me anyways, maybe I should just leave ya here and leave back out that window.”

“No! Please stay, I need you Joel.” Theres no shot he’s gonna walk off and leave you, but it feels good to pretend, practically on your hands and knees begging him now, your body already in the perfect position for him to slip into your hole, arching your hips up to the ceiling, your puffy lips spread open for him.

“Yeah? What do you need me for?” He pushes, inching his knees closer to your thighs, angling his tip to your entrance.

“Need you to fuck me! Touch me, do anything!” You’re screaming now, so loud you're sure your father could hear your voice bleeding down the stairs, yet you couldn’t care less, fully surrendered to Joel's commands.

You squirm as he slowly unbuttons his shirt, revealing his toned hairy torso to your blind eyes, too focused staring at the edge of your headboard, impatiently waiting for him to do something.

Joel chuckles, leaning down onto your back again, the weight of him pressing your belly so deep into the mattress you can barely breathe, his cock slapping your thigh.

He leans on an elbow, bicep flexing against the side of your head, bringing his freehand to your cheek, gripping the squishy flesh roughly in his fingertips “Look at you, begging for my cock and asking for it so nicely, how could I say no to this face.”

Before you can respond, Joel’s cock shuts you up, pressing his tip into the entrance. He begins to slowly sink his way into your wet cunt, burying himself inch by inch until his balls press against your clit.

It’s the same feeling in your walls that you remembered all this time apart, his thick cock stretching you so wide he practically sears himself into the ripples of your heat, taking it slow so he can feel you stretch around him, stilling his movements.

“Joel-fuck!” The noise he rips from your throat would scare even a lion, your throat grumbling from the pillow swallowing your face, releasing a feverish growl into the fabric.

“Ah shit! Greedy little pussy ‘s why I love ya so much.”

You grumble in confusion, your cunt clamping down on his cock, “you don’t love me, you barely know me.”

“Maybe I do.” He snaps his hips back.

“Maybe I don’t.” He grunts, flexing his thighs back into your cunt, each pause between his words he forced his hips back and forth, his strength knocking your ass deep into the mattress, your lungs choking for air.

“But I damn sure know a lot about you, lot more than you’re thinkin’.”

He shouldn’t know a lot about you, he barely even talks to you—but you’re so cock drunk you can’t read into what he means by that, fingers gripping the corners of your pillow case as you let the pleasure consume you, his cock pummeling into your g-spot.

You’re already so sensitive from his earlier job with his fingers, his cock doesn’t need to do too much work to get your body tingling again, his squishy red tip pressing into you with precision.

“Oh my God Joel!” You scream, throwing your face into the same pillow you're gripping, attempting to stifle your voice but it’s no use, the fluffy material buzzing lively with your words.

He can’t help but stare down at your shoulder blades with his brown irises, watching how your bones and muscles shake in ecstasy—all for him, your smooth skin clinging to his hairy chest.

“So big Joel, f-feels so good! ‘s too much!” You wail, the sheer size of him beginning to burn your slit at the angle, his cock burning crimson at your tight hole.

“You took it last time like a big girl didn’t you? Just breathe ‘n let me take care of ya.”

This is what he’s been dreaming about this whole time, corrupting your sweet innocence into his personal little sex doll, your body responding to every sense of stimuli he gives it. He can feel you thrashing underneath him, the pain quickly subduing into white-hot pleasure, his shaft petting your g-spot with such aggression it consumes you fully.

“Next time I fuck you, I’ll make sure to look at this pretty little face,” he grunts, gripping your chin to the side, fingers tapping your cheek. “But right now, I get ta’ use this little pussy, feel it cum on my cock.

The aggressive tone he’s using with you only makes you grow more urgent, squeezing your tearful eyes shut, you savor the feeling of his cock against your ridged walls, the repetitive motions rocking into you.

“Gimmie a kiss.” He bites out, fingers still pressing into your cheek, forcing your mouth into a pout.

“You never kiss me.” You mutter through his bruising grip, smelling you on his fingerprints. “N-Never pay attention to me unless you want something from m-me.”

You don’t know where the babbling admissions come from, chalking it up to the intimate position he has you in, his body so tight against you, your breathing becomes shallow, words stuttering and faltering out your mouth like a failing car motor.

“Oh baby, if y’only knew.” He muses, leaning into you, his nose finding the side of your cheek, approaching your mouth for a kiss.

You turn your head halfway to meet his lips, instantly tasting the remnants of chewing tobacco on his breath. His lips are softer than you imagined, slowly pecking your flesh, tasting your strawberry chapstick, growling at the taste.

“Even your lips taste like fucking candy doll, sweetest I ever did taste.”

It’s almost juvenile, everything about you is so sugary—from your lips to your white painted toes, the thick vanilla lotion that covers your ankles, and all the way inside of you, it makes his teeth ache, your presence similar to a cavity, painfully sweet.

“Mhm, Smuckers.” You murmur between kisses, thinking back to your vanity drawer, the wide variety of flavors you secretly match to your outfits, a childish routine you never grew out of.

Joel stops responding, letting his cock do all the talking. He begins to set a firm pace, hips brutally bucking into yours, his thighs forcing your legs together tightly, his balls slapping your clit.

“Look so damn pretty gettin’ fucked real deep, better tell all your friends who’s pussy this is.”

He’s crazy to think you’d let anyone know about this little arrangement with him, selfishly prepared to have him fuck you like this forever, you’d be a fool to let him and his skilled cock go.

“Ahh shit! ‘s yours Joel!” You cry out, lower abdomen swirling with pleasure, laying limp and pliant for his cock to drive you to your high.

“Good girl, taking it so well, can feel you squeezin’ me with this tight fucking cunt.”

“Need more!” You're unsure exactly what you need, your impending orgasm just minutes away, you scream into the pillow—the case slick with your drool and tears, every single bit of your body leaking from his pleasure.

“Yeah ya do,” he grumbles behind you, snaking a large hand to your clit, his finger rubbing tight circles on the puffy bud.

The band in your belly begins to tighten into a ball of fury, a warm fuzzy feeling beginning to slowly bloom down the sensitive muscles of your thighs, your clit burning with his touch.

“Joel! Joel! Gonna cum!” You wail, fists finding the flimsy material of your sheets, twisting the material in your hands so hard your digits shake.

“Yeah that’s it, I know you wanna cum so bad sugar, how ‘bout you show me ‘n soak my cock.” He commands, rubbing your cunt with vigorous need, his own orgasm beginning to creep up on him from the hours of your unknowing teasing.

“Yes! Fuck right there—right there!” You scream, listening to his words replaying in your mind, his voice overriding any sense of doubt in your body.

Your orgasm instantly snaps through your prickly core, your back arching, ass shaking. You wither around him as the pleasure whips its way through you, your mind and soul floating to the ceiling.

Your cunt clenches down on his cock, your release coating your already gushing cunt to soak him with a fresh wave of slick, each thrust making loud squeaks that ring though your dizzy eardrums.

By the time you start to come down from your high, you begin to hear Joel moaning and groaning behind you, his cock still pumping its way through your tight walls, chasing his own release, your cervix gripping his tip.

“About’a cum in this tight little h-hole, doin’ s-so fuckin’ good for me-shit!” He curses, holding you in place with a painful grip on your thighs, his feverish grip sure to leave bruises on your dimpled flesh.

He rubs his hips against your ass in a rolling motion, a strangled groan pouring out like a rabid dog as his balls tighten, his release spilling in thick spurts.

“Ah-fuck! Stay right here for me baby, gon-gonna st-stuff this pretty p-pussy full!” He grunts out through clenched teeth, not bothering to pull out of you, forcing you to take his cum.

His cock spills his sticky, milky seed deep into your hole, stuffing your body with his special essence, giving you no chance to escape him.

It’s not like you could move from the position he currently has you in, your body cages in by his own heavy sweaty one, his thighs forcing his cock into your pussy like a plug, making sure you don’t waste any valuable seed he has to offer.

“I got ya honey. Thank you.” He mutters, his beard brushing down the curve of your spine, plating small kisses to the supple skin.

“For what?” You wonder, still unable to read him—especially in your fucked out state.

“Lettin’ me in,” He pauses. “For letting me have this, have you.”

Patting your butt, he lazily pries himself off of you, his half-hard cock slipping from your drenched walls with a hiss, the loss of contact suddenly making your womb feel cold.

Joel’s knees crack as he stands up from the sunken mattress, the wooden legs of your bedframe creaking from the weight change, hearing him fumble with his clothing from behind you.

Using your aching muscles deep in your core, you flop yourself around on the bed to lay on your back, crossing your shaking ankles at the feeling of his cum beginning to ooze out of you.

You assume he’s getting ready to leave, force you to pick up the pieces like last time, watching him pull his jeans back up his stocky legs.

“D-Don’t go down the stairs when you leave, you’ll need to leave the same way you came in.”

Your nervousness makes him leer up at you, his mouth curling into a slight smirk. He thinks you’re cute like this, vulnerable and scared of him, he enjoys keeping you on your toes, only able to stare at you and grin.

His staring only makes you huff, continuing on your tangent. “Sometimes my dad falls asleep on the couch, I don’t want him to see you.”

“I know. Could hear him snoring from here.” He sarcastically jokes, turning his back to you with a sigh, sitting back down on the edge of the bed.

He’s being weird, a far different Joel than the one you’ve grown used to, suddenly feeling like the room is swallowing you full, like your forced to talk to him or say goodbye or tell him—

Suddenly he’s moving again, grabbing your ankles to lean against his thighs, your heels touching the freezing wet spot he leaked earlier in his jeans.

You wonder if this is his way of being a gentlemen, his awkward way of soothing you before he leaves, the possibility that he’s trying to not push you away anymore.

“Did…did you mean it?” You ask him, staring up at him with wide eyes.

There’s a lot of things he’s said tonight and if he had to repeat them to save his life—he wouldn’t be able to, a curse of his own mind speaking before he can think.

“Mean what?”

“Before we-we…” you drift off, hands dropping to your belly. “You said you’ll start coming by to see me.”

You’re cute when you’re shy—like always.

“Hey, listen. How about we get you cleaned up and maybe we can talk about going someplace nice together,

“You wanna take me to dinner?”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

Joel seems to be found of his sharp contradictions tonight, but when it comes to you, he can’t keep his mind on its swivel—always saying whatever comes to mind just to see that confused pouting look on your face.

“Last time you said something about that.” You mumble, thinking back to how nasty he was at the gas station. “Said you wouldn’t ever take me out all because I didn’t tell you how I felt about you.”

Shit—he was pretty mean last time wasn’t he? But he couldn’t help it, not when Tommy almost had you instead, the idea making him shiver.

He sighs, leaning over the edge of the bed, fingers grasping the abandoned towel you were covered in earlier in the evening, bringing it to your inner thighs to clean up his mess.

You hiss as the gritty fibers of the towel scratch at your overtly sensitive cunt, the wiping motions burning your skin.

“Shit, shoulda told ya it was gonna hurt. Sorry doll.” He mutters, finally beginning to answer the question about the future for the two of you. “I wish you did tell me sooner, would’ve been taking you out some place nice every damn weekend if I knew.”

It’s a nice change with him, his causalities seeming far more relaxed and laid back, like he’s not scared of speaking to you anymore—but you don’t wallow on it, choosing to take his words to your heart.

Smiling, you close your eyes, throwing your head back down on the sticky pillows, your cheeks shining with sweat.

“You know now, don’t you?”

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The infamous Spider-Man had saved you many times now. Honestly, with how much you needed rescuing it seemed like you were just asking for trouble. You never got close enough to learn anything… personal. He’d swoop in, save you, carry you off to a safe spot or even your apartment, and that was that. Despite not knowing him personally, you started developing feelings for the masked hero.

Every time he saved you, you became distracted by him. How tall he was, the way his tight suit defined every curve and muscle of his body. That sexy voice that made you wet every time he spoke. His entire being turned you on. Your body had very inconvenient timing. You couldn’t believe you were more focused on swooning over him than your life being in danger. Maybe your body just knew you were safe in his presence, and all worries washed away.

Today was no different. After so many encounters with villains and criminals, they started to not scare you, you knew he’d rescue you. So when a giant slimy tentacle monster grabs hold of you, the usual sense of fear didn’t overwhelm you it like so often did. You did scream at first, as the monster coiled it’s long tendril around your ankle and houses you up in the air. Blood flowed to your head quickly and you squirmed. Of course this happens the day you wore a skirt.

Just like clockwork, you saw the familiar neon red webs go flying by as Spider-Man swung in. And like every single time you grew so wet at the sight of him, your mind completely forgetting about the danger you are in.

“You should really be careful. Wouldn’t want a monster swallowing you up now~” Spider-Man teased as he tied the beast up with his webs. He did take notice of your skirt, exposed panties so wet. He’s so distracted he doesn’t notice the monster swinging a tentacle at him, slamming him against a building.

His suit glitched, and you could see his face for a brief moment. Your eyes widen in shock when you immediately recognize him. Miguel O’Hara. The mafia boss that practically ruled the country with his power. He was Spider-Man? He was the one saving everyone? The one that made you feel so incredibly horny every time you saw that blue and red suit.

He quickly got his suit fixed before getting back in the fight, easily defeating this monster. The tendril let go of you and you fell to the ground with a yelp. He caught you in those muscular arms and your heart skipped a beat. Spider-Man, well... Miguel, brought you to the rooftop of a tall building and set you down to make sure you're not injured.

“So...” You started, “You're Miguel O'Hara, huh?” That was a very bold starter sentence, even for you. His head snapped in your direction, the eyes of his mask squinting as he looked at you.

“Who told you that?” He growled.

You suddenly realize what the fuck you just did and you back up against the railing. “Well your suit glitched and I saw your face and-” You cut yourself off when you heard him chuckle. He was laughing at you?

“I figured you'd find out eventually, Carino. With how wet you are I just knew you'd learn sooner or later.” A deep blush spread across your cheeks as you realized he had seen your panties, soaked with your slick just from watching him as he saved you. You subconsciously closed your legs, and he definitely noticed.

Without saying another word he scooped you up again and took you to your apartment. You knew where this was going, and the thought just soaked your panties even more as you clung to him. He entered your apartment through the window and his mask dissolved so you could see his face clearly. He truly did look intimidating face to face, but you didn’t feel any fear.

Miguel looked around your apartment before looking back at you. He smirked before pushing you against the wall, and you pulled him into a deep kiss, feeling a bit impatient now. You didn’t know what came over you, you didn’t understand why you had this deep need to get fucked by him.

His hands are all over you as the two of you make out, your hands on his big shoulders. You felt the rest of his suit dissolve and his bare skin on your hands, letting out a small gasp when his hard cock sprung free against your clothed pussy. He shivered a little feeling the wet fabric on his dick.

You were lifted with ease, your legs wrapping around him as he pinned you to the wall. With a free hand he ripped your panties off using his talons. He rubbed his cock between your wet folds, getting it all slick and lubed up. You let out another gasp when you saw the size, now you were scared. How could that fucking fit? He was huge!

As he rubbed against you, the tip kept teasing your needy hole and covering your pussy with precum. You pulled him closer with your legs and he grunted when he felt the tip almost enter you.

“Cálmate…” He groaned into your ear before dipping his head to kiss your neck, nipping and leaving hickeys. His actions as well as the feeling of the cock tease your clit made you moan. You whine and try to pull him against you more. He gives in this time, pressing the tip into your hole slowly.

You moan as he enters you, feeling your pussy stretch so tight around him. He goes slow at first, pushing in inch by inch until he’s completely buried in you. His hands grab and grope as your body, your hips, your tits, your ass, he wants to feel all of you. He groaned when he couldn’t and started ripping the rest of your clothes off so he can see your skin against his.

His hands settled on your hips as he started rocking his slowly, moving his length in and out. It was agonizing. You needed more. To feel more. Your hands found their way to his waist and you tried to make him pick up his speed. He let out a chuckle, and suddenly your hands were tied with red webs, suspended to the ceiling. Now you were truly at his mercy.

You moaned as his pace quickened, your pussy clenching around his girth as he fucked you into the wall. Your mind went fuzzy, all thoughts consumed by Miguel and how fucking amazing he felt inside you. Your head fell against his shoulder as more beautiful moans escaped your lips. He whispered praises in your ear, telling you how good you felt on him and how amazing you sounded.

As you clenched around him more he groaned. He had been pent up all day, and everything about you was just pulling him to the edge. He did not want to release first, and he started thrusting faster in hopes to make you cum first, to give you a mind blowing orgasm. You moan against his shoulder as the tip of his cock hit that special spot.

His hand traveled down, and he started to play with your clit. You squirm and cry as he rubs circles around your bud, feeling that familiar tightness in your stomach.

“Shit I… fuck I’m close…” You moaned and he nodded in response, speeding up with hand to match the pace of his cock. A few more thrusts and you were undone, letting out a loud cry as you came all over his dick, tightening around him over and over. He grunted and hilted in you as he released as well, filling you up with his cum.

He rocked his hips slowly as you both rode out your orgasms, placing kisses to your neck and shoulders. Once you both calmed down you whined as the overstimulation as he continued his slow thrusts. He finally pulled out and you sighed in relief, your clit twitching from so my stimulation.

“Does this make me your hot trophy wife?” You joked as you panted, earning a grin from him. “You know ‘cause of the mafia thing. We could make this a regular thing~” You chuckled.

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Your fathers best buddy.

He was his best friend for as long as you could remember. They met at the construction company joel owns and since then they were spending every single weekend together. And after Joel broke things up with his wife and got custody over Sarah—his daughter, he somehow became a family member as much as he was visiting and helping around.

This was a huge deal for you.

Joel got so so much hotter after his divorce. He was always hot but after that he suddenly grew more of his beard out, biceps got bigger, he leaned more into the dad bod and he slicked his hair back that slowly turned grey. It was killing you, always having him over for the holidays or some special events, your thoughts were just only on him and they were dirty. But deep down you kinda felt bad. He was a nice and sweet man, doing the best for his daughter and being a best friend for your family, you could trust him with everything. It felt wrong reducing him just for his looks.

But that didn’t stop you. You wanted to fuck him.

And you always tried to. Every god damn year.

You can remember one years ago, you were trying the same thing. A summer break, visiting the family and joel also being there, a sweet little barbecue evening with your family. And after the party ended and the sun slowly start to set, you saw him sitting on the couch, drinking his beer while looking trough his phone.

And hell, he wasn’t stupid.

He saw the way you looked at him hours ago. He saw the was your eyes scanned his body up and down all the time, trying to not catch his gaze as he sat with you on the dinner table, your cheeks blushing whenever he caught you looking. The little summer dress you wore, barely covering knees as you bend over besides him, showing him the panties you wore and doing that so sneakily that so nobody around you saw that.

And you can’t believe how bold you were on that day. As he sat on the couch you came over to him, sitting on down on the other side and putting your legs up, your feet landing on his lap. He sighed, putting his drink and phone down.

“You’re trouble.” He murmured, gripping your ankles and yanking them from his lap earning a gasp from you.

“Heyy, don’t be so mean. I didn’t do anything! Just let me rest my feet.”

“Is that so, hm?” His jaw was clenched, eyebrows pinched he looked at you. The slicked back hair, his tanned skin and his big board shoulders made you absolutely feral.

“Mhm, yea! since when did you become so mean joel? You were always nice to me” you fake pouted, seeing him swallow looking around the room and sighing.

“I was nice to you before you started to cause so much trouble, girl.”

“I don’t even know what you are talking about.” You shrugged your shoulders, acting so clueless. You put your feet back on his lap, precisely on his bulge that you already saw forming on that day many, many times before.

He just looked at you, his face not pleased as he put his hands on your leg and squeezed as a warning and went back on his phone with a disappointed small shook of his head. He couldn’t be mad at you, your father would absolutely tear him to pieces, you knew that.

You were absolutely dripping after that, still feeling the hand on there whenever you thought about it, to this day.

So today you were going to see him again. Already standing in front of your mirror trying to find the best thing to wear, because this time, you were going to fuck this man. Your choice was simple but effective as always. A small white sundress. Perfect for this breezy summer day. And perfect for Joel too, you knew it.

The day began slowly with you helping your mom and dad make the garden as comfortable as possible, table put, chairs, some sweet radio playing summer hits, gras was recently trimmed, a cool box ready to keep beer cool, the beautiful flowers your mom planted saying hello and oh!— There was the doorbell.

He was there.

Excitement run through your body, warmth spread all over you and your cheeks heated as you saw him coming in. Sarah besides him already grown so much.

But you only looked at him.

Almost the same clothes, same board shoulders, huge frame, hair slicked back and his hair and beard got just a tiny bit more grey which made you almost lightheaded. There was this tan on him again, sweat was dripping from his forehead, his hands looked like he just worked hard, he probably came from his job. And his smell. His usual cologne mixed with the smell of the Marlboro reds he always smokes and tad bit of sweat. You were absolutely going feral and if no one saw you in this room you would be drooling.

“Hey, sweets” his rough voice greeted you, opening his arms for a big hug. You embraced him, hugging his huge body tight as you used that opportunity to really inhale his scent and make up for the days you missed him. He kissed the top of your head and let go of the hug, looking at you up and down, his gaze staring a bit too long on your legs. Even tho he acted as normal as possible there was still uncomfortable air between you two.

“And everything alright so far?”

“Yea, everything fine. What about you and sarah?” You asked smiling softly.

“jus’ the same old. Sarah was actually very happy about the gift you send her, so thank you, girl.”

You smiled again, you loved Sarah and never missed her birthdays even tho you were away. She was the sweetest girl and you loved spending time with her whenever you could.

“That’s why she avoiding me right now? Where is she?” You looked around the room.

“Ah there she comes again, got a little sweet treat from your mom I suppose.” He chuckled as Sarah walked to you a bonbon in her hand and the biggest smile, she hugged you.

The day was going well. So far.

You were playing with Sarah while the "grown-ups" sat at the table, talking about everything they've missed lately. Every time you heard his voice, however, you looked for his eyes. But he absolutely wasn't looking at you. He laughed a lot, talked a lot, but never looked over to meet your eyes. You could just feel the way he wanted to avoid you, to make it really seem like nothing happened and maybe you were just messing with him. But you were not going to let this go so easily.

“Sweetheart, can you go with Joel? While he buys the charcoal, you buy this list I made you.”

Jackpot.

This is the moment you were waiting for. An opportunity. On Joel’s face you could read how he was absolutely not fond of this idea. Your father needed charcoal for the grill and conveniently, Joel wanted to be the one to get it with his truck and even more conveniently was it for your mother to want you to go with him so you could buy a few groceries that were still needed for the party.

But joel couldn’t just say no. Your parents knew that you two had a good relationship so they would question on why he would not want to go with you.

So you and joel made your way to his truck, he did not once look at you or talked to you. He completely avoided you just like the whole day but you knew this was going to change.

It’s been so long since you were in his car, he was a clean man so nothing changed, everything still smelled like leather, a picture of sarah hanging on his mirror, with that an air refresher.

The windows were open, you were enjoying the fresh summer breeze as he drove to the next best grocery store, still not even looking or talking to you. But him driving was another level of hot. His big arm on the steering wheel, flexing his muscles, one hand on his chin as he looked concentrated to the streets. Eyebrows pinched and all grumpy.

You laid a tiny bit back on your seat, gently and sneaky putting the hem of your dress up till it reached your thighs. You opened a little bit your legs, laid your head on your hand and leaned to the door, sighing trying to get his attention.

You saw his grip getting tighter on the wheel, his expression changing into that of someone who was barely controlling himself. And then you caught him, just with a little side eye he looked down on your thighs.

You got him.

He was sweating more than usual beside you, you could see the little pearls forming on his forehead, his jaw was clenched and the concentration he built while driving away from your house completely left him.

You bit your lips, tracing your hand up and down your thigh slowly. Making circles, teasing yourself and him.

“Joel.” You called out, your hand still on your thigh as you looked at him with a pout and tried your best to put on your pretty doe eyes.

He first looked at you, trying to act like his bulge wasn’t growing in his pants and then his eyes fell to your thighs again, he followed your hand going up and down, he cleared his throat and then swallowed.

Poor guy.

“What.” He murmured his voice not pleased and not kind like as you greeted him today. You wonder what happened.

“How long till we arrive? I’m hot.”

You saw him rolling his eyes, sighing as he turned his head to you.

“Rolled the windows for you down, ain’t that enough girl? We arrive in like 5 minutes, be patient.”

His tone was stern and you didn’t except him to be this harsh by the way he was talking with you. So you crossed your arms and looked at him, trying to act all angry but in a playful manner. His face didn’t change a bit, he didn’t give you a smile, a wink, nothing. His eyebrows were still pinched and jaw clenched he drove you two to the store and parked.

He walked in straight without saying nothing, he was fast, doing everything to avoid you.

It had been 10 minutes and you already had the things your mom put into the list she gave you and now you waited for Joel. You didn’t even know where he was, let alone when he was coming. So you tried to catch his attention.

You stood there and spoke to an employee, a normal young guy who doesn’t look older than 23. You turned a strand of hair on your finger, leaning to the side and laughed about nonsense, making it seem like you were flirting. And then you saw him.

He was standing there with narrowed eyes the charcoal in one of his hand and the other one on his hip. He stood there jaw clenched looking like he was trying to control himself not to take apart the poor guy you were talking to.

“Girl, c’mon now. We ain’t got all day.” He suddenly almost yelled to you. The boy you were talking to flinched and you had to suppress a giggle.

As he paid for the stuff you walked to the car again and waited for him to come. He came with the two bags in his hands, opening the cockpit and putting the things in. But he suddenly stopped there, looking to you as he wanted to say something.

“What?” You asked

“You’re gonna get us both in trouble.”

“What the hell are you even talking about?” You still tried to act all clueless.

“Sweetheart. I know what ya’ doin’. It ain’t gonna work on me.“ his voice sounded softer but he was being serious.

“It’s already working tho.” You pointed down to his bulge, biting your lips by doing so.

He looked around the parking spot, his whole face flushing red. You kinda fell bad for him, exposing him like that but he was giving you a hard time so one way or another it had to happen.

“You get in the fucking car.” He suddenly spit out, you heard his loud boots walking to you as he quickly grabbed your arm and yanked you to the passenger seat.

“Hey! Ow, that hurt, you asshole.” You muttered out, as he sat you down on the seat and put your seat belt on.

He didn’t even say anything after that, he was furios. The car started as you sat there with crossed arms and this time being really angry and disappointed at him. The car suddenly slowed down and he looked at you, his gaze softening and a sigh leaving his lips.

“Baby, I don’t even know what you want from a man like me.” He said, his voice sounding genuine and warm.

You looked at him dumbfounded

“Look got all these grey hair, haven’t been able to go to the barber shop for god knows how long and I trim my beard but it’s still messy, and heck— look— look at my body. Ain’t the one I was once.”

Your eyes widened. He wasn’t being serious right now, right? You have never seen a more handsome man than him and that after he started to look like how he just described. He was waiting for an answer with those big puppy dog eyes, from his stern and harsh manner was no trace left.

Instead of an answer, you slowly and gently neared your hand on his thigh. Feeling the rough material of his jeans underneath your fingertips, you softly stroked his thigh. You heard him shudder under his breath, his body sitting up, just like his cock. The bulge was growing just more and you wanted to tease him more.

But most importantly you wanted to show him how pretty he is.

“Ain’t gonna let me go so easily, huh?” He mumbled softly, earning a giggle and a shook of your head.

You leaned over, putting your seatbelt away and slowly unbuttoned his flannel shirt. His breath hitched, suddenly steering the car towards the side and stopping it on the field of gras.

He dropped his hands from the wheel and let you fully take control. You opened his shirt, greeted with a beautiful body, the one you just dreamed of having on top of you. His chest hairy going down to his soft belly and then a pretty salt and pepper happy trail. You were drooling.

You didn’t waste any time as you softly rubbed your hands over his chest, leaning in to gently kiss him, working yourself down, kissing his belly and happy trail.

“Jesus christ, girl.” His head was thrown back but he was watching you. You hummed, biting down his breast, then neck, and suckling on his skin. His breathing was coming quickly, you could feel his poor heart beating at a higher rate.

“You don’t even know.” You mumbled, slightly standing up and kneeling on your seat, now your body was completely turned to him and this way you had full access to his body.

“Don’t even know how fucking sexy you are.”

One of your hand went to his bulge squeezing him earning a groan and a desperate buck of his hips. Your mouth continued to work on his tanned body, kissing his collarbones, nipping at his skin.

He was whining.

“Sweet girl.” He groaned as he made his way to your waist, squeezing you there then making a stop on your back because now you were unbuckling him. Pulling his pants down, you gently stroked his hardened cock through his shorts, seeing a small spot getting wet, knowing it’s pre cum. You decided to tease him more as you pulled his briefs slightly down so his bush was out. Your face diving into the hair, kissing him and smothering in it while rubbing his shaft up and down. Slowly you licked your way from his happy trail to his chest to his neck and then landed on his lips.

You kissed him, catching him by surprise as he moaned into your mouth. Hot breaths left him, your hand never stopping on his dick. He took your cheeks into his hands and deepened the kiss, messily making out with you. It was unbearable for you too. You finally had him where you wanted, as his beautiful lips kissed you, you drooled down your chin, bit landing on his briefs, mixing with the pre cum that was already oozing out of the material.

Whining out loud you broke the kiss, taking in deep breaths as he looked at you. His puppy eyes, trying not to squeeze with pleasure, his lower lip trembling.

“Baby—fuck. What are you doing to me hm?” He took your chin between his fingers.

“If your daddy finds out what we are doin’, whatcha gonna say to him?”

“That his best buddy’s cock was hardening every time I was around and that I decided to help him out.” You shrugged your shoulders, smirking at him as he looked at you dumbfounded, he was clenching his jaw, veins popping up on his neck, he was close.

You pulled his shorts finally down. Revealing his big cock, red and switching. He could never be insecure, that was a blatant lie. He was beautiful, the big mushroom head red and glistening, veins trailing down and his big salt and pepper bush was covering his balls.

You squeezed your own thighs to relieve some friction. Gently grabbing the base of his shaft, you squeezed to the top, smearing the pre cum on his tip earning a big hiss. He gripped your arm tighter, the other hand gripping the car door.

You looked at him through your eyelashes batting them one and two times before starting with kitten licks on his head. You kissed down, licked and enjoyed the way he was a big mess under you.

“Please, fuck— please baby.” His voice was coming out shaky, the rough man from before was now completely gone.

You smiled, finally opening your mouth and taking him in. Swirling your tongue first around his tip then slowly sinking and hollowing your cheeks as you went up and down. His hips were bucking into your mouth as he released moan after moan.

“Y’look so fucking beautiful, sweets. So fucking beautiful.” He said through gritted teeth.

Your one hand wrapped around his base, and the other one down his balls, taking them and messaging them. Joel’s eyes were shut down as the pleasure overcame him. You felt him pulse one and two times on your tongue and he was shooting his cum into your mouth.

He gripped your hair, putting it in a ponytail and gently moved your head up and down the way he liked. His legs were shaking and his chest was going up and down as he released his last drops of sperm and let go of your hair, taking a deep breath and laying there almost boneless.

You swallowed, gently stroking him for a few more times and then letting him go soft, laying his dick down. You sat up, seeing his face being all soft and sweaty. His eyes droopy and breathing heavy. He looked fucked out. And you didn’t even fuck him yet.

Your hand slowly traced down your dress, as you sat down, leaned back and strategically removed your soaked panties. You held them in front of his face, swaying them left to right, making him chuckle.

“S’that what ya wanted the whole time? Tempting me right in front of your daddy.”

“Mhm, s’what I wanted, joel.” You mumbled, your body laid on your seat as you opened your legs, your fingers finding your soaked pussy, gathering some of the wetness and bringing it slowly to his mouth.

He immediately opened them and sucked on your fingers, his cock starting to pulse again, as you giggled.

“Don’t even know how long, I wanted you joel. Always made myself cum by thinking of you.”

You pulled your fingers out, going down to your cunt again and hooking them in, gently thrusting them in and out while whining into the car.

“Fuck baby. Can’t say shit like that. If I knew you were serious I would’ve already took you to the bathroom, bent you over and fucked you.”

His hand pulled the hem of your dress up, revealing your swollen cunt to him. He gently laid one thumb on your clit and started rubbing in a steady place.

“Hmph— was always serious. Always wanted you to fuck me always, always.” Now you were the one turning into a mess as your fingers pumped in your pussy, his thumb pressing and rubbing just the perfect way.

His other hand took his cock into his hand, jerking up and down, his shaft harding again as the sweat on his face began again.

“C’mon, c’mere then.” His hand left your cunt, going to your waist and gripping you so you could move. You stopped your movements and obligated, carefully going over his lap and standing on top of him. He rubbed his cock up and down your cunt, gently smearing the tip on your little nub as you tried your best to holding yourself up, grabbing his shoulder and moaning his name out.

“Gonna fuck you nice baby, so nice. Just like you’ve been waiting for.”

With that he gently pushed his cock into your hole, the stretch slightly burning you as you slowly and steadily sunk into his lap. You both squeezed your eyes shut as you enjoyed the slow place of his cock entering your pussy.

You looked at him, your mouth gaping open, as you run your hands trough his beautiful hair.

“Shh, take it, yea baby. Yeah. I know. Begging for it so long and now taking it so good.”

His praise was echoing in your head, not leaving as you sat down his lap, his dick now fully buried in you. The stretch was too good, you truly felt full of him.

He didn’t leave you time before bucking his hips in need, little breaths leaving his lips. He suddenly latched himself on your neck, gently nipping at the skin, careful enough so he wouldn’t leave any marks for your parents to see and while doing that he massaged your tits trough the fabric of your dress.

You whined out, slowly getting used to his stretch and him slowly figuring out a good pace to steadily fuck into you. His cock going in and out as his big rough hands were deliciously tight on your hips, they were going to leave marks for sure.

You ran your hand trough his hair once more but this time tugging it gently away from your neck, revealing his pleasure blissed face, cheeks flushed red, the sweat making his hair and beard wet as he gave you these pretty ‘fuck me’ eyes.

“Take what you need baby, there you go.” He whispered as you took the lead. Your hips now going with a rhythm, fucking yourself on his cock, hips bucking and tits bouncing up and down as the car filled with you two’s moans and whines both desperate and pathetically trying to chase the high you guys deserve.

“Poor fucking man. Fuck— haven’t been taken care of for so so long.”

“Yea, baby.” He could only agree, his gaze never leaving you. You could literally see sparks in his eyes, totally mesmerised by you and the way you were handling his cock.

“Gonna take care of you from now on. Not gonna leave without empty balls, joel. Man like you need all the lovin’ they can get. Wanna see your cock bent after a while at how much i’m taking care of you.”

He grunted, almost releasing at that but you stopped with your hips, leaving him high almost at his orgasm. He was breathing out, whimpering and shaking as you took his cheeks into your hands and gently stroked the skin.

“You don’t even know how handsome you are, so fucking sexy.” You murmured, his eyes turning into those sad doe eyes again, clearly unsure and not excepted the way you were thinking about him.

“You understand?” You asked him, pinching his cheeks together as he nodded his head up and down.

“Mhm. Yea—yeah. Understood.” He breathlessly said, his hips starting to buck into you again, seemingly wanting to finally release and get the satisfaction he totally earned.

You leaned back to the steering wheel so you could get access to your clit, gently rubbing the nub he fucked up to you again, finding his pace once more. His gaze never left yours as his cock deliciously touched that one spot over and over again, making you roll your eyes.

“Gonna take care of you too hun. Feed you my cock whenever you want, fillin’ you up so it makes up for the times i’ve left you hanging.”

You whined at that, nodding your head up and down, whispering a little ‘please’ out.

“So pretty, look at that. Just enjoying her sweet fucking, rubbing her little clit and taking care of her man.”

Now he was the one who suddenly got a mouth on him. You thought maybe he wasn’t that talkative but apparently you were wrong. You felt his cock switch in your cunt, knowing he was close and you were too.

“In me—please. In me.” You whimpered out, your legs shaking and his thrusting growing sloppier and sloppier, he harshly tugged you into him making you yelp. He held your hips tighter then before, his groans and moans getting louder and louder.

“C’mon baby, c’mon. Cum. Show me how good this pussy takes care of her man.” He said into your ear and that was it. Your legs completely shook, as a sharp cry left your mouth. You squeezed your eyes shut as the waves of the release washed upon you, making you feel almost dizzy at how good it felt.

He thrusted as much as he could one and two more times, making you ride out your orgasm as he stilled and released into you. His face burying in your neck, chest going up and down and silent groans and whimpers leaving his mouth. You let yourself get filled, enjoying the fullness and coming down from your climax as you gently stroked his hair, slowly moving your hips at the rate at which his cock was shooting his cum and after it getting soft in you, you stopped gently kissing his cheeks and neck, while softly praising him.

“Mhm, we are so fucked baby. Look at how messy we are, how are we going to go back to your parents?”

You giggled at that, shrugging your shoulders at him, enjoying the quiet after the storm and finally having his presence near you, just like you wanted.

You finally fucked him.

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His house sat on the quieter edge of Jackson, marked by a ‘Miller’ mailbox, a wooden porch, and a dried-out garden. (You couldn’t blame him though, he was working way too hard to keep up with his garden.)

Three knocks.

“Hi.” You greeted him, a smile tugging on your lips. His eyebrows quickly furrowed—just as you know him. Joel looked exhausted. His green flannel dirty, hair messy and dirt stained boots. He just came back from work.

“Whatcha doin’, girl?” His voice hoarse, deep. Sending shivers down your spine.

And you knew this was a bad idea. Heck, asking Joel—your mentor, your teacher and someone who took care of you countless times—to show you how to give someone a blowjob was embarrassing.

But you didn’t know how else to learn. You were way too inexperienced—no enough friends to ask, no porn, no education in this town.

And after your last time, having to interrupt a heavy make out session with that one boy who works at the day care, you needed desperate help for next time.

“Bought you cherry pie.”

His eyes lingered over the pie for a moment, then landed on your body—following the curve of your skin up and down, lingering far too long on the red crop top you were wearing.

“Made me pie, eh? It’s cold outside. Come on in.” He opened his door wide, a hand coming to the small of your back and letting you in—lingering a bit longer than usual.

From the inside, his house was cosier—the last bits of sunlight spilling from the windows, painting everything into a golden haze. His furniture, old and rugged like him, was scattered with soft pillows and a few photos here and there. And of course, his beloved wooden carved animals, carefully crafted, sat in every corner, quietly collecting dust.

You carefully place the pie on his kitchen counter, nervously biting the inside of your cheek.

Joel already pulls out two forks, one for you and one for him. “Now what do we have here.”

You knew he adored your pies. Sometimes you’d bake him two or even three, and he’d devour every last bite—but only after he’d done something in return. Whether it was fixing something around your apartment or bringing you something from patrol, there was always a little exchange involved.

“What’s the matter with you? Why the face?” he asks, and your heart leaps, suddenly remembering why you came. He already took a generous bite of cherry pie, a smear of filling resting messily at the corner of his mouth.

“Just—uhm. Can you do me a little favor?”

“A favor? Should’ve known. Y’never bring that old man pie without wanting any favors.”

You giggle quietly, also taking a bite of pie.

“What is it this time, sweetheart?”

Sweetheart.

The first time he called you that was when you were together on patrol. He taught you how to use a sniper, his hand landing gently on your shoulder, squeezing softly when you did well. Or when you helped him fix your light—tools in your hand, his voice calling you a good girl when you handed him the right ones.

Or when he had you creaming around his fingers. After giving him his pie, quietly, on your couch. Leaving small kisses on your neck, the other hand rubbing your nipples through your shirt, telling you how good you are for him.

And a ‘this can’t happen again.’ leaving you with wanting more.

So, you weren’t sure if you were here because of that boy or because of Joel. Because, admittedly, you have been aching for his touch since then.

“Cat got ya tongue?” He interrupts your thoughts with a quick snap of fingers. “My back is fuckin’ killing me. Let’s sit down on the couch, then you can tell me about that little favour of yours.”

Before you can answer him, he pulls out two plates, carefully puts one slice for you and two slices for himself, and then walks to his living room with them.

You take a deep breath.

Walking into the living room, you see him sitting there—already one of the slices gone—as he starts on the other. You gently make your way to him, sitting down next to him. He takes his fork with pie and brings it to your mouth, making you giggle and take it, a coo leaving his lips.

“C’mon, say it,” he urges, nudging you. Your mind spins with all the ways this could end.

Either he’ll react well—just as you know him—and help you, or he’ll make you leave his house and never contact him again.

You start, “So there is a boy.” And you can see him clenching his jaw tight, fork leaving his hand as his eyebrows furrow.

“That so?”

“Mhm. And I—I don’t know how to ask you this but—“

You look down, your fingers fidgeting with each other, heart thudding in your chest like it’s about to break out.

“Spit it out, kid.” He sighs, sets the plate down, and turns his body toward you—making it now impossibly more difficult for you.

“I—I want to do things with him. But i’m kinda too inexperienced.” Your cheek heat up while you’re talking, your gaze falls down not wanting to look into his disturbed face. The air in the room now feeling impossibly thick.

After an awkward silence you peak up to Joel, who is just looking at you. You can’t tell if it’s disbelief or disgust. Or maybe something in between.

“Jesus christ, girl.” He mutters out. “And what do you want me to do? Hold your hand while you’re getting dicked down?”

Your eyes widen, a gasp leaving your lips at his wording.

“Oh my god—no, no. That’s not what I meant.” Well, what you meant might be just a little bit worse than what he interpreted it as.

“Just—ya know…maybe show me how to give a blo—“

“Nah.” He interrupts you swiftly, shaking his head. “Not happenin’”

You sigh, defeated. Not only did you feel embarrassed, but you probably just ruined your almost perfect relationship with him. Joel took a pillow, mumbling something under his breath, and placed it over his lap. Your eyes perked up at that—he was hard. And he was trying to hide it.

“B-but, you also showed me something else the other time. Wouldn’t be that the same?”

He sighs. “Baby, you ain’t comin’ here dressed like that, bringing me cherry pie and asking me to give you sex ed.”

“Y’know I ain’t got anyone else.” You pout—maybe that’ll help. “And besides, you told me to come to you whenever I needed something right?”

“Christ,” he groans, rubbing his forehead. “Just can tell you how it’s done, yea? Nothin’ more.”

You hesitate. Hearing it out loud would be more awkward than him simply showing you. His eyes leave no room for choice, so you give a small nod.

“Comin’ here asking me how to blow someone.” He shakes his head, in disbelief.

“Heyyy, Joel—I don’t know how else to learn okey? I don’t want to embarrass myself.” You whine.

“S’fine.” He grumbles under his breath, sitting up straight. “Y’start by teasing.”

His eyes land on your tits.

“Show ‘em. Every boy will appreciate it.”

Your cheeks flush red.

“Then you get on those pretty knees. Take it out, give it some love.”

You ask, curious. “How do I give it some love?”

“Can’t serve everything on a silver spoon can I?” Grumpy, annoyed—making you amused. The pout from earlier starts to form again, you give him a pleading look.

He sighs once again. “Give kisses first. From top to bottom. Stroke gently.” And you notice how the tip of his ears are red.

“And the rest is pretty much self explanatory, ain’t it sweetheart?”

You look at him, the curiosity not letting up. As if you had no clue of the world, wanting him to explain it to you in every single detail. And you were so amused at how flushed and annoyed he was getting.

“God damn, girl. Open them lips, wrap them around and go up and down.”

“How fast?”

“Just how fast that person likes.” He shruggs.

“How do I know how fast that person likes it?” And it’s laughable at how dumb you were making yourself seem, but seeing him grip the pillow over his crotch tighter, his cheeks flushed and sweat dripping from his forehead—it was worth every single second.

“I let my girls know when I gather their hair in my palm and push them faster down.”

Your breath hitches, his girls.

“Then I buck my hips into their mouth,” he continues.

All this time, you thought Joel was a miserable, lonely man with no relationships whatsoever. Embarrassment washes over you as you think about how you believed you were the only one he liked—and that when he fingered you, you were special. You came here to get educated—no, you came here to seduce him. And that was the plain truth.

“Got that in your pretty little head?” He asks you, suddenly pinching your chin between his fingers and making you look at him.

You wanted him to push your head down and buck his hips against you.

“Not really.”

“You’re getting on my last nerves.” He grumbles before putting the pillow away and revealing his bulge. Your eyes land on it, as he zips down his pants, looking at you. His eyes darkening.

“C’mon. That brain of yours had to take some sort of information, right?”

His eyes land on your tits.

You quickly nod, pushing your crop top up quicky, revealing your breasts to him. You hear a groan leaving his chest, then a chuckle.

“Good, that’s what I like to see.” His hand finds your chest, fingers squeezing, then pinching your nipple. “Now what do we do?”

“Get on my knees.”

“Atta girl. Get on those knees.”

He doesn’t need to tell you twice when you slide down the couch and kneel in front of his bulge. Nodding, he gently pulls his hard one out of his boxers.

You almost start to drool at the sight.

He was so big. And he was pulsing. Red mushroom head, precum dribbling from the slit and decorated with veins from bottom to top.

“Now, what did we say?” He asks, his hand gently pumping himself up and down, while your eyes follow.

“Give it some love.”

Your hands shakily grab his cock, looking small compared to his length. Stroking up and down, looking up to him with doe eyes and placing kisses on every inch while you listen to Joels groans.

“That’s it.” He gathers your hair into his palm, forming a loose ponytail to keep it from falling in your face. “A man should always do this, yea? Not let you do all the work.”

Your cheeks heat up again, his eyes lock into yours as you nod. There was a warmth spreading inside your panties. You had already difficulties taking his fingers last time, you wonder how it’ll be if you took his cock.

“Wanna take him into my mouth.” You mumble.

He coos. “‘course ya do. C’mon then. Show me how good you listened.”

“Up and down.” You nod. “Hm, up and down, that’s right.” He answers.

You open your lips, hand gently stroking up and down his dick. Slowly, you wrap your mouth around his tip, hearing him shudder in response.

You try different things out. Swirling around, getting deeper, pulling out and giving small kitten licks. All the while Joel groans your name, and without noticing, your ponytail wrapped in his fist, he moves your head—slow, deliberate—up and down his length.

“Just like that. Y’learning fast.”

The pleasure in your abdomen getting unbearable. You feel yourself soaking through your panties as you start grinding your hips against the heel of your foot.

“Would ya look at that.” He chuckles, his hand going faster.

And as Joel’s movements get messier, he dives your head down until a gag rises sharp in your throat. You cough, and he pulls out quickly, watching your face closely.

“Deep breaths, deep breaths, baby.” He carefully tries to calm you down, and while you try to breath normal again, he starts apologising: “I’m sorry, sweetheart. That should’ve not happen. Got too lost in the pleasure.”

“S’okey.” You smile lazily to him, drool hanging from the sides of your face, lips swollen red. You looked too beautiful for your own damn good right now. And Joel wants nothing more to take you right then and there.

“I think that’s enough for today. You already learned how to use your mouth. I’m sure you’ll do good.”

Disappointment washes down your face. You sit there looking up to him with pleading eyes. The throbbing in your cunt unbearable and the urge to take care of him way too big.

He slips the edge of his shirt over his thumb and brushes the drool from your mouth, slow and careful.

“Pretty girl. You let that boy treat you well, yea? Or else.” He mumbles, but your eyes are only on his wet, aching cock.

The boy was forgotten, and Joel could see it in your hazy, fucked-out eyes. You were needy—needy to be touched—and he wished he could just take you, right on his couch. But he made that mistake once. He couldn’t let it happen again.

You move before you even realize it, climbing onto his lap and settling on one of his thighs. His hard cock grazes your skin, and he takes his time looking at you—your lips, your tits.

“Oh angel, we can’t.” A breath leaves his mouth.

You lean in and start kissing him—his cheek, his neck—fingers stroking through his hair as you suckle on his collarbones. His hands find your waist, gripping tight. One hand cups your breast, pinching your nipple. And before you even realize it, your hips are grinding against his thigh.

“Why?” You ask, laying your head against his chest, moving your hips in a slow rhythm.

“I would ruin you.” He answers, “And people in this town would kill us.”

“But you’re just teachin’ me something. Nobody has to know.”

A groan leaves his lips when your hands wrap around his cock, gently stroking up and down.

“That so?”

“Hm”, you nod. “Y’still need to teach me how to take cock.”

“Jesus christ, sweetheart. When did ya get so bold, huh?”

And you want to say ‘when you left me with aching for more’ but you don’t. Instead, you focus on the pleasures building in your tummy. Grinding harder against the rough fabric of his jeans, and a whimper slipping from your lips.

Suddenly, Joel mumbles a “fuck it,” then follows with, “Pull your pants and panties down. Now.” He demands it—and you do just that, standing up and tugging everything down.

“But you ain’t gonna complain if it hurts.” His hands pull you back into his lap, making you sit down again. “All this begging and then complaining about it hurting would be pathetic, girl.”

“C’mere. You’re wet enough.” One hand touches your folds, the other holding his cock. You buckle up, his tip gliding over your folds as you release a breath.

You gently and slowly, sink down.

“Easy, easy, babygirl.” He helps you. Squeezing your hips and guiding you through. A cry leaving your lips when you fully sit down. His length stretching you, touching places you’ve never even felt before.

“S’big, yea? That’s a mans cock, baby. Not gonna gave that much satisfaction when you ride that boy.”

Your head falls to his shoulder, biting down, clenching on his cock. “So big.” A whimper falling from your lips.

“Oh I know, I know.” He whispers. “But you’ll take it, baby. Still need to teach you, don’t I?” He says it playfully. Joel knows the boy is long gone from your mind—and that you came here for one thing: to get fucked by him. There’s no denying it.

He shifts underneath you, gripping you by your thighs and thrusts two times up, leaving you breathless.

“Good?”

“Mhm. More.” And he doesn’t need to hear that twice. He starts giving you quick thrusts, altering between deep and slow, while your moans fill the room.

Your hands grip his shirt, looking at him, his eyebrows furrowed, concentrating, rough breaths leaving his mouth. Tits start to bounce up and down, while he pumps in and out of your squelching cunt.

“Ain’t the one I used to be, girl—help that old man, will you? Start moving your hips.” He groans.

Your body almost limb from the pleasure, starts moving at his request. Going up and down, circling. His hands guiding you, helping you. Biting your lips, whines filling the quiet room and as Joels body suddenly shudders, you feel it.

His cum pumping you. Spurt after spurt, filling you to the brim.

You whimper, looking down, seeing drops of cum escaping your pussy.

“Oh, that’s a good girl.” He coos. “Tightest fuckin’ cunt i’ve ever had. Made me cum in no time.”

And you’re still aching for more.

“Could’ve just go to him.” You shrug. “He would’ve at least lasted longer.”

Joel looks at you with widen eyes. The relief after his orgasm completely gone, his cheeks and the tip of his ears flushing red. Not with shame or embarrassment.

But anger.

Without a word, he grabs your hips and forces you down onto the couch beside him. Your eyes widen, hands clutching his neck as he looms over you.

“Joel, what are you doing?” You ask, with no answer. Instead, he spreads your legs and grabs his cock.

He glances down, noticing he’s still soft. After a few frustrated strokes, he mutters, “God dammit.”

You giggle.

“Find that funny, huh?” He asks and you can’t even answer before he fills you with two of his fingers, a yelp leaving your lips. “Still got my fingers, baby.”

“Joel..” You squeeze your eyes shut when he curls them, his thick fingers going in and out of you.

“M’right here, angel. Y’think that boy of yours can reach those spots huh?”

And the spots he reaches are indescribable. Your mouth falls open when he hits your g-spot over and over again. Your legs start to shake, as you feel yourself getting close.

“Look at that, y’let me cum in you so well.” He whispers, looking at the ring of sperm build around his fingers whenever he pulls them out of your cunt.

“Joeljoeljoel.” With that you clench down his fingers, hips bucking, tummy clenching, you come around his fingers with a big cry.

Before you can even come down, he’s filling you again—his cock sliding in. The stretch feels good this time, and you clutch his shoulders as he murmurs your name. Your sensitive walls tighten around him, his length still a bit soft but just firm enough to push deep.

“Takin’ it so so good, baby.” He gently whispers in your ear. His lips latch into your neck, kissing and biting. Your moans start to fill the room again, as his thrusts begin in a quick rhythm.

“Feels good, feels so good.” You whimper, and squirm around. “I know it does, I know. That boy may last longer, but he won’t give you a reason for your pussy to be swollen red.” He looks down at your cunt while saying, a thumb landing on your clit.

You can’t even listen to him as the pleasure grows in your tummy once again. “M’gonna cum, please.”

“Good, c’mon then.”

His thumb speeds up at your clit, your leg falls from the couch because of the hard thrusts. Your hands grip impossibly tight to his shoulders.

“Gonna fill you up again, show this whole town who you belong to, yea?” Your eyes get wide at that, making him chuckle. His thrusts growing sloppier and sloppier.

“Joel, please.”

“Shh, s’okey. Cum with me, baby.” And you do.

You let go. This time, it’s harder than any orgasm you’ve ever had. Your mouth falls open, silent, as Joel gives you two more hard thrusts before spilling inside you—filling you up again, his release dripping onto the couch beneath you.

He kisses your temple, your nose, your forehead while you come down. His breathing is still hard and deep just like yours, softly coming down from the hard orgasms you two just had.

He pulls out, sits up slightly and watches as his cum oozes out of you.

“Christ, all filled up aren’t you?” His fingers wander to your slit, then he gathers the cum that drips out of your hole and pushes it in with two of his fingers.

With all the exhaustion, you can only whimper.

He thrusts them in and out, thumb gently landing on your clit, just slightly grazing it and making you shudder because of the sensitivity.

“No boy, yea? You’re mine. And if that takes, that’ll prove it.” He looks at you, furrowed eyebrows. And you nod your head softly, limbs to weak to function as you lay on his couch filled to the brim while his fingers are still working inside of you.

The next orgasm rolls in quietly, soft and fleeting—just enough to leave you relaxed and sleepy. Joel lets out a quiet chuckle, then pulls you close by the waist and shoulder. You nestle your head against his shoulder, and he kisses your forehead with quiet affection.

“God damn, y’need to bring me more often pie, sweetheart.”

😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 just need that old man so bad…