#joel

Joel

‘Fuck this shit!’

Joel growled, wiping sweat off his forehead, and grabbed another nail. The nagging bitch which he called his wife had made him fix the fence in this damn heat so he was gritting his teeth at the Texan sun that had been fucking everyone in the ass every day that summer.

The back door creaked and Joel turned his head toward the sound. Here you were — his cock-hungry stepdaughter, sauntering into the yard with a glass of lemonade in hand and a pretty smile on your face. You were wearing a tight top and the shortest Daisy Dukes he'd ever seen in his life. Damn! He was really lucky to have such a slut walking around the house.

"Thanks," Joel barked before taking the glass from you and downing the refreshing liquid in one go. He wiped his lips with the back of his hand, shamelessly checking out your naked legs, tummy and cleavage. "Get me a beer next time. I ain't twelve."

"K," you shrugged and headed back. Joel covered his eyes from the sun and ogled your asscheeks, poking out from under the jeans shorts. Ughhh... He adjusted himself with a grunt, already in need of a release - only a minute next to you and he already popped a semi. But that goddamn fence wasn't done. And his wife was home. 'Fuck my life!' Joel thought and kept on working.

A few minutes later you surprised him when instead of hiding inside the house from the unbearable heat you came out, sat on a lawn chair and stretched forward your gorgeous naked legs.

Joel scoffed, noting that you didn’t throw one glance at him but instead pulled your phone out and started click-clacking over the screen.

Joel spat onto the glass, thinking that you deserved a good spanking, didn’t you have anything else to do besides taunting him with your sexy body? His balls were getting heavier the longer he was staring at you but he wanted to finish the work today so he turned around and continued to hammer away.

Joel considered himself to be a strong-willed person, yet he couldn’t help but check you out again and again. Without a care in the world, not aware of his struggles, not looking at him at all, you were focused on your phone, your fingers typing.

Soon Joel realized it would be impossible to work — his head kept turning your way, his attention drawn to your gorgeous, almost naked body. Besides, he was getting really annoyed by you giggling like a silly schoolgirl, distracting him from his task.

Of course, you were addicted to your stupid phone like everyone in your generation so Joel didn’t think much of it at first but you kept tapping and laughing, laughing and tapping and Joel snapped. You knew your stepdad’s rule number one — ‘NO BOYS’ so who the fuck were you texting?

Joel threw the hammer on the grass and stomped to you.

“Whatcha gigglin’ about?” He gruffed, stopping so close, his leg was touching yours. Not waiting for an answer he unceremoniously grabbed your phone out of your hands.

“Hey! Give it back!” You jumped onto your feet, matching your stepdad’s scowl with your own. Joel didn’t give a fuck. He looked at the screen and his expression softened when he saw a girl's name at the top. For a second he almost felt bad, thinking that he had overreacted and you had just been talking to your friend, but he knew better than to trust such a slut like you so he began scrolling up and found a video.

“Joel, you can’t do this!” you exclaimed, trying to take your phone back, but Joel pushed your hands away and pressed Play. Music and loud voices filled the yard and Joel turned the volume down not to attract his wife's attention.

“No! Give it!” You tried to grab your phone again but Joel turned around and kept watching.

It looked like a house party and you were dancing with a girl among other people.

“Lookin’ like a slut… what a shocker!” Joel growled, getting even hornier at the sight of you in a short tight dress. His eyes were getting progressively wider the longer he was watching the girl and you grind against one another, hands roaming each other’s bodies, until she leaned over and kissed you on the lips.

Joel’s jaw dropped and cock twitched.

He was staring at you two making out for a few seconds and then the video ended.

A scowl returned to Joel’s face and he hissed through his clenched teeth, “What the hell is this?”

“Nothing,” you mumbled, sneaking your phone out of his big hands, your anger gone and quickly replaced by embarrassment. You looked like a puppy who’d just wet the floor. Joel placed his hands on his hips, his pose intimidating.

“Didn’t look like nothin’, little slut. Why were you kissin’ that chick?”

“We were just dancing, Joel.” You kept looking at your feet, avoiding your stepdad’s glare. It was almost cute but Joel was too angry and horny to be charmed.

“I saw that. You always shove your tongue into other people’s mouths when you dance? Is she your girlfriend?”

“No!” You finally lifted your head, locking eyes with your stepdad. “Well…”

“Well?”

“We’ve just met but… I like her,” you said with a trace of defiance in your shaky voice.

Joel narrowed his eyes.

“You a lesbian now? As far as I remember you were happily bouncin’ on my cock just two days ago.”

“Yeah but ..,” you held your head high and declared, “I’m exploring my sexuality. I don’t wanna limit myself to boys. Or.. men.”

Joel inched closer to you and anger rumbled in his chest as he gruffed,

“Ya better limit yourself to this cock or we're gonna have a problem.”

You were staring up at him with concern in your Bambi eyes, then threw a glance at the house, making sure your mom wasn’t looking, and put your hand on his broad chest.

“But, daddy,” you purred, pressing your body to his. “You said that I can be with girls.”

Joel was still glaring down at you but your sweet tone, your soft hand on his pack, your pretty eyes full of submission, all that made his cock harden and heart soften.

“Yeah, yeah…,” he muttered, his gaze darting from your eyes to your lips. Joel was conflicted, he wanted to have full control over his stepdaughter, wanted you to be horny just for him but the images of you fucking another chick made his dick very very happy.

So he leaned over and asked with a wolfish smile,

“Did you eat ‘er pussy yet?”

“Oh my god, Joel! No!” You took a step back from him and crossed your arms over your chest. Your tits looked even better now. “I said we just met.”

“Who knows what you kids do these days. A bunch of pervs.”

You rolled your eyes.

“Aren’t you the one fucking your stepdaughter?”

“Watch it!” Joel pointed his thick finger at you and added, “Or no more daddy’s dick for ya!”

Your expression soured and you were fumbling with your fingers for a few moments, then looked at Joel and said quietly,

“I still want you to… to use me. All the time.” Then you glanced at your phone and added, “But I really like her.”

“Aww,” Joel mocked your confession with a sarcastic tone. “I don’t give a fuck what you want.”

Now you looked downright hurt and he hated when you were in a sulk — your pussy wasn’t as wet, your blow job technique turned sloppy and not in a good way. He liked you needy and willing to give yourself to him completely.

So Joel took a deep breath and sighed,

“Pussies are ok, I guess.”

When you heard him, your face lit up and you bounced on your feet with excitement.

“Thank you, daddy!” You chirped but Joel quickly wiped the smile off your face when he added,

“But if you two fuck I wanna hear the details.”

“Eww, Joel! You’re the worst!” you exclaimed and crossed your arms again.

Meanwhile Joel’s eyes skimmed the windows, looking out to the yard. He was painfully hard but his wife could catch you and him inside the house. Suddenly a bright idea popped into his mind.

“Let’s go to the shed! All this pussy talk made me hard.”

Joel grabbed you by your arm and began leading you to a small construction on the other side of the yard. Your eyes widened and you screeched,

“Spider shed?”

“There aren’t any spiders, jeez… Your mom’s home. She’ll see us inside.”

“Any shed has spiders!”

You were trying to free your arm from Joel’s iron grip but he was relentlessly pulling you forward.

“Not this one! And you gonna be busy taking my cock. Spiders will be the last thing on your mind,” Joel chuckled, already opening an old wooden door.

“Mom can catch us here too!” You whined, giving him your last argument, but Joel was already pushing you inside.

“Nah. She’d never believe you’re in the spider shed.”

“Joel!!!”

You

Joel was right. It was hard to think about anything else except a huge schlong filling your mouth, a fat tip hitting the back of your throat. Your stepdad was towering over you in a tiny shed, his feet planted wide apart, his sweatpants and boxers tucked under his sweaty balls, while you were on your knees, gagging and drooling all over his crotch. The musk hitting your nostrils was intoxicating you, the salty taste of his sweat and precum made you salivate so much, your chest and top were soaked. Your eyes were watering profusely, tears streamed down your cheeks. You looked like shit with all the throat fucking and the temperature inside the shed being hellish, but damnnnn you were in heaven.

“Yeah— fuck—take it—take it—take it,” Joel chanted, rocking his hips and pushing his cock deeper down your throat with each thrust. You were doing your best, trying to breathe through your nose, but Joel was like a feral animal, smashing his lower belly into your face so fast, you started suffocating.

Desperate for air you scratched his hairy thighs and his hand, that was clutching your hair, roughly pulled you off his cock.

“What?!” he grunted, stroking his glistening shaft. You were coughing and wheezing, blinking your tears away and swaying on your shaky knees. You couldn’t reply and Joel slapped your cheek with his big wet cock and chuckled,

“Look at you. Nothing better than daddy’s dick, right?”

Your throat was sore already and you just nodded, looking up at him with your glossy eyes.

“Reckon that’s enough for your suckin’ hole. Let’s use your fuckin’ hole,” your stepdad smirked and pulled you up onto your feet. He pushed you to an old workshop table in the corner, unzipped your shorts and manhandled you to lie down on it.

You scrunched your nose in disgust feeling the dusty surface under your hands but the desire to get railed was so strong, you didn’t complain.

Joel looked insanely hot— his golden skin glistening with sweat, his hair wet and dark, his neck veins bulging.

“Spread ‘em. Knees bent. Yeah like that,” Joel threw commands at you after taking your shorts off and leaving you ass-naked. As always in your stepdad’s house, per his rule, you had no panties on.

“Here's my favourite cunt,” he said with a carnal smile, staring between your thighs, his head titled to the side. Your holes were fully exposed to him and Joel lightly slapped your pussy, coaxing a needy whine out of you, then laughed at your reaction and repeated the spanks a few times, watching you jerk again and again, each slap sending electricity through your whole body.

“Slutty snatch. Droolin’ when she gets spanked.”

Joel’s obsidian eyes were set on your leaking entrance, his breathing heavy, then he licked his lips, bent down and latched onto your spread cunt like a man starving.

“Oh my god!” When his hot mouth crashed against your heat, you gasped and arched your back. Your mind was short-circuiting as Joel began lapping at your folds, sucking on each pussy lip, flicking your clit with his tongue. It was his turn to drool now. Soon your already wet cunt was drenched with a mixture of your juices and his saliva.

Joel locked eyes with yours, his lips and facial hair shiny with your slick, and smirked, “Watch me,” then opened his mouth wide and stuck his tongue out. The next second he pushed it into your dripping hole and started tongue-fucking you, grunting and slurping, keeping your folds spread with his thumbs. You lifted your torso on your elbows and watched Joel eat you out, committing the sight and the sensation to memory for your later ‘self-care’ sessions.

Even biting your lips you couldn’t stop yourself from moaning and whimpering, filling the small space with your noises. You dropped your head back when pleasure rippled through your body, heat rose up in your core and you began shaking on the table, a hard orgasm hitting you like a freight train.

“No one’ll eat you as good as me. Got it?” Joel gruffed, parting from your hole that was clamping around nothing, then pushed your trembling hips down and kept sucking on your pussy throughout your shattering climax.

“Yes—yes—no one,” you mumbled as if drunk. When your orgasm began subsiding, your limbs felt weak, your body spent.

“And no one will fuck you as good as daddy,” he smirked, straightening up and settling between your legs. His cock landed heavily on your mound and lower belly and you shifted on the table, eager to fill up your wet but empty hole.

Apparently Joel wanted to play with you first, so he dragged his big fuzzy balls against your puffy pussy and you jerked, overstimulation burning you.

“Beg me to fuck you,” your stepdad gruffed and roughly snapped his hips into you, his leaky cockhead drawing a wet line on your skin. You wanted him so much, you’d do anything. You locked your blown out eyes with his and purred like a good stepdaughter,

“Please, fuck me, daddy.”

“Yeah? You want it?” He asked and pushed his hips into you again. Your core was aching for him so you nodded eagerly.

“I do, Joel. So much.”

“Good girl.”

Your hardened clit twitched as you heard his praise and when Joel finally began pushing his big rock-hard meat inside your pussy, you took a deep breath and relaxed all your muscles, getting ready to take him. Even after being opened up with his tongue, taking Joel’s cock was not an easy feat for your tight pussy yet extra pleasant for Joel, judging by the way his face twisted in ecstasy.

“Fuckmeeeeeee,” he exhaled, bottoming out inside you. “Best place on earth, this cunt.”

You smiled at him, filled to the maximum with joy and his cock, but he didn’t give you much time to enjoy the compliment because the next moment he grabbed your hips tightly and started rocking your world. The rutting was relentless and though you were holding onto the table, your back was still sliding up and down with every hard thrust and pull.

Joel was groaning, fucking into you, his curls wet and sticking to his sweaty forehead, his jaws clenched. He looked so hot your eyes might as well be hearts.

Your stepdad’s cock was rubbing the soft gummy spot inside you deliciously and you felt another orgasm building and brought your fingers to your clit to help yourself come.

Joel slapped your hand away.

“I’ll do it,” he barked and began rubbing your puffy bud with his calloused thumb. You knew that he'd do it better than you so there were no objections and soon you were thrashing against the table, seeing stars while coming on Joel’s fat cock.

“Shit…gonna… bust…,” Joel choked on his words and started spurting his load deep inside you. With his thick fingers digging into your thighs, he was pumping you full for what felt like hours. Before him you had never known a man who could jizz so abundantly, and while you were praying for your pill to battle through, your pussy was greedily milking him, wanting more and more of his hot sticky cum.

When his balls were drained, Joel planted his hands on the table by your sides and hovered over you, covered in sweat, catching his breath. His cock was still anchored inside you and your walls were clamping around it from time to time.

“Damn,” he chuckled as your eyes met.

“Yeah, damn,” you repeated, giving him a hazy and satisfied smile.

Finally, Joel pulled out and wiped the wetness off his face with his tee that looked completely soaked. Breathing heavily, he picked up and threw your shorts at you and after you both got dressed, he came up to you, pinched your chin and turned your head to face him.

“So that chick of yours…” You swallowed loudly, scared that he’d prohibit you from seeing your crush, but Joel surprised you. “You can fool around with her, I ain’t stoppin’ ya but —…” he leaned down, pressed his wet lips to yours and then whispered, “don’t forget that you’re mine.”

That word hit you straight in the sore pussy and you almost moaned. Mine.

“And my rule still stands,” Joel gruffed, his breath hot on your lips. “The only cock you take is daddy’s. Repeat it.”

“The only cock I take is daddy’s.”

“That’s right,” he nodded and turned around before saying over his shoulder,

“Wait for five minutes and then come out.”

Your jaw dropped.

“I’m not staying in the spider shed alone! Joel!” you yelled but your stepdad was already out of the door.

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Joel grumbled something, propping his foot on the coffee table in front of him. "Get lost, Tommy."

He'd thought that with his daughter, Sarah, at summer camp he'd get six weeks of peace, get work done, maybe take his daughter somewhere nice when she got back. But he forgot he had a brother and he forgot how annoying he was.

Sure, six weeks without his kid was a perfect and maybe a once-in-a-lifetime to get his dick 'wet' as Tommy put it. But he'd been out the game for years, out of practise. He wouldn't know how or who to approach.

"C'mon, what kind of brother would I be if I let you mope around alone in the house," he said, whacking Joel on the shoulder.

"A good one." Joel took a swing of his beer, watching the sport without knowing what team was doing what.

Tommy turned off the tv and snatched away Joel's beer, getting him up from the sofa. "There's a bar I know where everyone looking to get fucked goes, c'mon."

Joel decided he didn't want to know how his brother knew this place but as Tommy was already grabbing his truck keys and heading out the door. He'd be damned if he let Tommy drive his truck.

Yeah... that was why he was going...

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The bar was already loud when he and Tommy got there and ordered their beers. Joel would have one, maybe another if he was here long enough but then he'd go home and... see to himself if he had to.

It would have been nice to have something for the evening. It had been a long time and his own fist wasn't enough. He had a pick if he needed, he guessed. He wasn't immune to all the single middle aged mom's around him that would talk to him on the school drop off, invite him to one of their garden parties. Even some with rings on their fingers always lingered too long when shaking his hand or asking for some 'construction' advice.

But none of them did anything for him.

Tommy patted his brother on the back as he winked at the lady behind the bar. "See anything you like, yet?"

They'd been there... what? Ten minutes.

Then yes, he saw something he liked and his jaw almost dropped.

Tommy spotted the way he stilled and followed his gaze. "Holy shit."

You were with three girls- your friends, Joel assumed- and a guy hanging onto you, an arm draped around your hips. You were nursing a drink, laughing with your friends, tongue darting out to the straw of your cocktail.

Joel was done. He knew it immediately.

You were only twenty-one, young and beautiful and worse, Sarah's baby-sitter. Sure, his daughter was fourteen but on the late nights he had to work he didn't like to leave her alone.

Enter you. Good grades, polite, always called him Mr Miller like it wasn't the hottest thing. You stayed every night Joel needed to work, you cooked for Sarah, even ensured there was left overs for Joel and Tommy sometimes.

You'd tidy when he never asked, you never drank the beers he left for you. You were perfect.

And Joel knew, the first day you'd baby-sat his daughter over a year ago he'd made a mistake. He knew it when he watched you walk down his porch, when he started offering you lifts home and wishing you'd accept, when he had a wet dream like a horny teenager and it was you under him.

This was some cruel joke.

As if you could hear his thoughts your eyes caught over the noise of the bar. There was shock registering first and then you were dismissing your group to walk over to the Millers.

Joel gulped when he spotted what you were wearing. A tight high collared shirt, your hair pinned and the shortest skirt with heels.

Like a present to be un-wrapped...

"If it isn't the Miller brothers," you grinned.

"Hey darlin'," Tommy greeted first, reaching up to give you a small hug.

Joel's jaw clenched as you hugged him back. But Tommy was respectful, hands staying high on your body. Better than Joel would do.

You pulled away and smiled at Joel. "Mr Miller."

He nodded, taking a swig of his beer as he watched your tongue dart out in search for the straw. Fuck.

Tommy held a hand on your back. "I gotta take a leak, keep him company would you."

Joel didn't know what kind of game his little brother was playing.

"Of course," you smiled, sliding into the seat Tommy had vacated. "Don't I strive to look after the Millers."

Tommy chuckled and winked at Joel as he disappeared into the crowd.

"Hi there," he drawled.

You smiled. Maybe it was the lighting, or the alcohol, but your eyes were darker than he'd ever noticed. "Hey. Didn't expect to see you here tonight."

"Sarah's at camp," he said. He was painfully aware you knew. You hadn't been around in two weeks because he'd had no reason to ask you. Well, no appropriate reason.

"She enjoying it?" you threw a leg over yours, grazing his leg as you did.

"Think so," he said, "what about you, huh? Enjoyin' your freedom?"

You chuckle. "You know I love working for you, Mr Miller."

"Joel," he corrected you. He took a swing of his beer, watching you watch him.

"Jo-el," you draw out his name.

Something in Joel stirred, his pants couldn't be growing tighter, right? Thank god for the dim lighting.

He cleared his throat. "So this is where the kids hang out these days, huh?"

"I dunno about kids?" you said, leaning your body over slightly. "Am I a kid?"

Joel let his eyes wander down. The expanse of your legs, the skirt riding up your thighs and the way your chest rose and fell with your breath. Then slowly, he trailed back up your body. "I guess not."

Of all those times he'd watched you from the porch, you'd always looked back at him at least once, maybe twice to give a little wave as he leaned on the door. Or when you'd started accepting his lifts home and would always linger in his seat when he turned the engine off, the two of you leaning over the console and chattering a bit longer. Or when it came to staying to watch a game with him when Sarah had gone to bed when he knew you hated sport.

Of all those times he'd never let his mind wander as much as it was not.

"Tommy dragged me out," said Joel, taking more of his beer.

"He dragged you?" you chuckled. "You didn't want to come?"

"I'm glad I did," he said.

You take a longer sip of your drink, nodding. "I'm glad you did too."

Joel watched you a second as you tilted your head, a small tilt to your head. "You wanna another drink?" he asked. He wasn't even sure how much you'd had already. Was all this new look and attitude the cocktails talking?

"I should be good," you muse.

Joel decided in that moment he'd either spend the rest of the night in your company, or go home alone. "Your friends not missing you?" he didn't even want to look back at your friends maybe waiting for you. Or that guy watching you.

You also didn't care to look back. "Let them."

Joel smirked as he brought his bottle to his lips. "Atta girl."

He heard your intake of breath and felt satisfied. Your leg kicked off your other one and had grazed his, going down and down and he was sure you weren't doing this on accident. Not anymore.

"You can't say things like that," you chuckle, shuffling in your seat.

God, your thighs were pressing together tightly. Such a pretty sight...

You leaned over in your seat. "Do you know how many women would kill to hear you say that to them?"

"Well, i'm saying it to you, ain't I?"

You look at him through your lashes and Joel's legs widen to accommodate for the rising need in his crotch. It was wrong. It was so wrong. It was crossing a line. "I think I'll take that drink, if you're still offering?"

Joel nods and waved someone over to get you the same. The two of you talked a little more as you waited, your drink sliding over moments later.

"It must get lonely," you said, fingers dancing around the condensation of the glass. "That house all alone."

It seemed both of you had forgot about Tommy at that point.

The game being played between the two of you suddenly seemed real to Joel. "You tryin' to get an invite over?"

"Maybe."

You didn't miss a beat.

Joel looked at you. People were piling into the bar, music was being played but all he could focus on was you.

Your hand darted out, your fingers grazing his knee.

He looked down at his knee, where you touched him. Could you make out the dent in his jeans. "You know, i'm old enough to be your father."

"So should I start calling you daddy?"

He chocked on his beer. He managed to finish it, smirking to himself. "You got a mouth on you."

"You started it looking at me like that."

Joel rested against the bar. "I'm your employer."

You shrug. "And i'm not at work."

Joel looked around the bar and found his brother making out with a woman at the furthest end. He was sorted. "Why do you hang out here, huh kid?" if what Tommy told him was true he wasn't sure he could handle the idea of you coming here, looking out for someone that wasn't him.

You shrug. "It's a good bar, good drinks, good company usually."

"Usually?" he teased, his hands on his thighs. "You know, Tommy told me some filthy things around this place."

You lick your lips, holding back amusement. "Really?" you stand to your feet, leaning on the bar closer to him. You slot perfectly between his thighs.

His hand danced close to your hip but didn't touch you. Not yet. "People come here for one thing."

"Enlighten me, Joel."

His name from your lips made his brain fuzzy, effecting him more than any beer. But he couldn't do it, god, he couldn't stop thinking about it. Of the counter. Of how good you'd look bent over the counter, tight skirt bunched up at your hips.

But the words failed with him.

It was like you could tell, like you knew every move of his and every twitch.

You take one more sip of your drink before sliding it over the counter.

Joel watched as you got to your feet and worry rose on him. Worry he'd lose all he wanted.

"I'm going around the back, i'm going to be there for two minutes before I call an uber to go home. See you."

You meant it to. He watched you walk off, only briefly waving to your friends as you wove in and out of the people.

You were giving him two minutes to fuck over his life.

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You waited, and waited for what you thought was two minutes. Truth be told you didn’t have a watch and lingering around the back of the bar probably wasn’t the greatest idea.

You could tap your foot and wait, rethinking your words and actions and hope that every time the door swung open, it would be your boss.

Joel fucking Miller. What game were you playing? More to the point, what was he doing?

Looking at you like that, carelessly letting his eyes wander as he imagined everything he wanted to do to you? You weren’t immune to his looks, his touches that lasted too long and the way he always watched you walk up to your front door, the engine only roaring once you were safe inside.

But now it seemed- faced with the ultimatum of fucking you or leaving you as nothing but his daughter’s babysitter- he was choosing the latter.

You’d really thought your lonely nights with only toys and fingers for company may have been rectified.

As you push yourself off the wall you really thought-

A sudden strong and rough hand grabbed your wrist and turned you back until you were against the wall and until lips were on yours.

You knew the scent, knew the strength of the body as Joel Miller pressed himself against you, groaning and licking into your lips.

You hands are in his hair, tugging at the curls of black and grey as you let him feel all your body, his arms caging you in and hand dragging down and down and-

"That was three minutes, sweet girl," Joel’s beard scratched your neck as he dragged his lips over your pulse.

You hold back a moan. The music in the bar was loud and the only people coming this way were the ones looking for a quick piss. Still you wanted nobody to stop this. "Wanted to give you a chance."

He nodded into your neck, biting the skin and winning a gasp from you. Joel tilted his head back, searching your gaze that only saw him. "Tell me you want this."

You nod. "I want it."

His hand cupped your cheek, thumb dragging down your bottom lip. He watched, entranced. "You’d let me down anything, wouldn’t you?" He whispered, looking as if he wasn’t all there. That some part of his mind was already fucking you against the wall.

You lower your head until you can reach the pad of his thumb, kissing the tip. "I want it."

"Oh, fuck baby," he groaned, pushing the pad of his thumb further into your mouth. Promises of things to come. "You’re gonna kill me sweet girl."

Your hand ran down his stomach until it meant the tightness of his pants and running up and down until you could feel the press of his length in your palm.

Joel indulged for a minute. His thumb in the warmth of his mouth while your other hand rubbed him right. Then he snapped back into reality as the door banged on the wall.

Not there.

Against himself, he took his thumb from you and grabbed your wrist, alerting you.

"I need your word that if we do this, Sarah doesn’t find out," he said sternly.

You chuckled. "Well I’m hardly gonna tell her I screwed her dad, am I?"

"Hey," he held one finger in front of your face, defying your smirk. "Your word, little miss, or I can drop you off home and you can watch while I take care of the problem you created."

You gulped. Maybe for a moment you forgot it was Mr Miller you were affronted with. Quickly, you nodded your head.

"Good girl," he surged forward and sucked on the bottom of your lip, his hips digging into yours. He groaned as you ground on him, nails digging into his biceps. "Feel wha’ you do to me, huh? You know how many times I’ve had to fuck my own fist and think of you?"

You practically melt at his words, leaning back into the wall. "Joel… please."

"Please what? Huh?" he taunted, rutting his clothed hips into your own, biting down on his lip as you threw your head back, moaning at the sensation. "C'mon, tell me what you want. Be a good girl and say it."

"I want you to fuck me," you whispered.

Joel scoffed. He left his hips against yours. He tutted. "I'm an old man, darlin', you're gonna have to speak up."

"Fuck me!" you all but screamed, desperation turning you into a mess.

Joel grabbed your hand and started to drag you from the alleyway, searching around as if his daughter might pop up out of nowhere.

You couldn't care less, didn't think about the group of friends you were leaving, or the guy that wanted you. Your hand circled over Joel's stomached t shirt, nails scratching as you leant into his side, lips marking up his neck.

"Fuck, baby," Joel groaned as he searched in his pocket for his keys. You joined the search, your fingers searching all around the dent in his jeans. "Fucking desperate, aren't you, huh?"

"Can't wait, Joel," you whisper in his ear, lips brushing, shivers running down his spine as you squeezed his crotch. "Please baby."

Joel grunted. He was practically shaking with the need to fuck you, to feel you against him. To have his hands wander all over you and memorise the way you moaned under him. There was so much more he wanted. Wanted to have you scream, wanted your neck bruised with his love and his back to carry the scratches from you.

He just needed.

"Fuck," he couldn't believe he was being so reckless. Couldn't believe that with a kiss and a grope you had rendered him a horny teenager. "Get in the back, babygirl."

He held open the door and practically pushed you in, climbing over you.

You jumped into his lap as soon as the door slammed shut and Joel chucked his keys somewhere to the front. Your lips worked against his, claiming it as yours and invading an unknown territory. You moaned as his tongue ran against yours and sucked it into his own mouth.

His hands were warm and large as they gripped your ass harshly, a soft slap echoing around his truck.

"You gonna let me slide my fingers into your pussy, baby?" he asked against your lips.

You moaned.

"Hey!" he grabbed your chin, pulling you back to stare at him. Your lips were already red and swollen. "You gotta talk to me baby. You want my fingers? Say yes."

"Yes please," you say, catching your breath. Your chest felt heavy, your pussy throbbing. "Please, want your fingers."

Joel smirked, finger tips brushing under the band of your skirt. "So polite."

The space at the back of his truck was small and cramped but he'd be lying if he hadn't thought about this. Hadn't thought about you in the back of his truck, cock stuffed down your throat or his face buried in your thighs.

All those times he'd taken you back, it had never been as innocent as he would let on.

But having you in his lap, begging for it, practically drooling with just his words, he had a feeling you weren't as innocent as you'd always made out to be.

Joel let the elastic of your skirt slap into place, causing you to jolt into him. As you jolted, he used the leverage of your hips to pull your skirt up and feel under you. "Jesus baby- you're soaked."

His finger slid up the cloth of your panties, collecting the dampness and smearing it.

You gasp as he presses into your pussy, pushing the cloth into you. "Joel please, I asked so nice."

"You did, sweet girl, you did," he nodded, watching as your eyes squeezed shut. "Hey- eyes on me baby, right here." He gently slapped the under part of your chin to get you to look at him as he easily hooked your panties to the side and sunk a finger in.

You hum out a moan, head tilted back.

Joel found the crevice of your neck, dragging his beard against the soft skin and relishing in the red that bloomed. "You like it? You like my fingers inside your heat? God, you're so warm."

"Like it," you nod, eyes shutting again.

Joel groaned low in his throat as he grabbed your chin and forced your forehead against his. "You keep your eyes on me, you understand me. Or i'll drop you off home. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mr Miller."

"Oh-" Joel sunk his ring finger in until he was knuckle deep. "You're so good for me."

You tighten around the feel of his fingers. He's barely curling them and already you're squirming at the sound of your own slick.

"Ride my fingers, babygirl, gowan' now."

Obediently you started to move, riding his hand. His rough palm moved with you. His mouth remained open in a small 'o' as you wither against him, moaning.

Joel couldn't help the filth that spilled from his mouth. But with every clench you gave around his fingers, you didn't seem to mind.

"So good for me... such a good girl,"

"Dirty too, riding me in the back of the truck you and Sarah ride in."

"Fuck, i've dreamt of this, you look so good with my fingers stuffed inside of you."

At his encouragement you grip his shoulders, moving faster until your skirt is ridging up your hips and the little wisps of your hair are sticking to your forehead from sweat.

His thumb pressed down on your puffy and begging clit.

"Shit- ah- fuck!"

Joel's hips involuntarily bucked up to yours. "You wanna cum, sweet girl?"

You bite down on your lip, nodding and looking at where his forearm- taunt and veiny- disappeared under you.

Joel rested his head next to yours, kissing the sweat at your neck. "Tough baby, you're so dirty. Dirty girls have to do a lot of waiting till they get their reward."

Slowly, he retracts his fingers.

"Look at all this mess," he tutted, looking at how his fingers glistened with your need. He pats your hips, "up."

You fall onto the seat next to him, legs spread and head resting back on the car door.

You watch as Joel lifts his hips, un-buckling his belt as he starts to pull off his boxers and jeans. Your foot danced over to his lap but he impatiently pushes it away.

"You want to cum, don't you?" he asked, sending you a dark look. His hand grabs your ankle as you nod and kisses the bare skin above your heel. "Then behave."

The hand that you had just been riding wrapped around his cock and brought it out.

Your mouth opened as you stared at the beauty of the thing. He was big, bigger than you'd seen and bigger than you'd dare dreamed. He shone with pre-cum and your arousal as he spread what was on his fingers. His hand worked himself up and down as he relaxed back in his seat.

He looked over at you. "Eyes up here, baby."

Your gaze flicked up to him. "So pretty, Joel."

He chuckled and tugged himself. "Always knew you'd like it. God, you've no idea the things i've dreamt."

"Tell me. Please."

Joel leaned his head back, moving up and down his length slowly as he re-called every filthy dream his mind conjured. "Your hands wrapping around me. Your mouth being so warm and wet as you fuckin' choke on it. God, bet your throat's not used to a man's cock, huh? Only used to boys, ain't that right?"

He opened his eyes, peeking at you.

You'd dared closer to him, leaning over. You nodded.

"Bet that kid in there was hoping you'd give him a chance," he went on, his other hand coming up and thumb and forefinger tugging at your chin. "He didn't stand a chance as soon as you saw me, did he?"

You shake your head, shuffling closer into his side.

He jerked your head toward him. "Answer me."

"Only want you, Joel," you tell him.

You lick your lips, eyes darting from him to his leaking cock. The tip was red, begging for attention. "Can I- Can I please?"

Joel stroked back your hair. "Go on then, baby. Have a play." He stretched his arms along the back of the truck and watched to see you move.

But Joel quickly realised you didn't come around to play.

You'd always seemed so innocent- so un-knowing- when you looked after Sarah, when you helped him clean down the kitchen, when he'd offer you lifts back or to stay over you'd always blush and lower your head.

You were lowering it now, throwing your hair back over your shoulder and holding the base of him.

First, you touch him with your lips lightly and he smiles, daring not to think this might be the only time he lets you touch him like this. Your lips are so pretty and pink, swollen and wet from kissing him as you drag them along the sides.

Then you pepper kisses along the skin and start moving your hand around the base.

"You really gonna tease me?"

"Wanna take my time," you mumble into his though, kissing the skin.

Next, your hand cups his balls that were heavy with need. He wasn't exaggerating, it had been years since his last good fuck and no amount of jerking himself off to the thought of you could satisfy him. As your fingers played with his balls, rolling them around and giving them warmth and attention they craved, you made out with the tip of his cock.

You collected his pre-cum with your lips and tongue while still fondling him.

He could feel his shirt stick to him, his chest rising and falling quicker. Shittin-fuck. How was he supposed to last if this was what you were giving him?

"Easy, baby, easy," he eased you, stroking back your hair.

He knew you heard cause you were smirking then opening your mouth and taking him deep, almost all the way in one.

Joel groaned and grabbed the door. "Shit-ah-"

He didn't care if he wasn't far from the bar. Didn't care if anyone tried to get a look in through the fogging up windows. He didn't care if Tommy came by and applauded him for getting his dick wet. All he cared for was the feel of your wet mouth all the way down him, spit drooling down his cock.

You were doing so well and he wanted you to know.

"You wanna take me deep, huh?" he grunted, clutching onto your hair and holding you down. You gagged around him. He chuckled. "I'm not even all the way in there. You got room for more?"

You dragged your mouth up, taking a deep breath and nodding. You wiped your mouth from the mess you made and went in again.

This time, you took him again and again, deeper, bobbing him in your throat until he was a grunting and groaning mess. His hips moved of their own accord, shoving himself in even when there was nowhere else to go.

But the sounds of gagging, of his balls slapping against his own thighs as he moved, of the moans coming out of you were enough to almost having him finishing in your mouth. Almost.

He wanted to, boy did he, but he wouldn't, not until your cunt had swallowed him.

Joel pulled you up, letting you release him with a pop. "Want to be inside, need to be inside."

The truck wasn't the best place but it was the only place he had for you. He wished he could give you a bed, give your hours to welcome him, but Joel needed like he'd never needed. He imagined this is what starvation was, having your treat dangled in front of you.

And you were moving with him, lying down on the back seats, legs accommodating him as he slid in between you.

Joel gently pulled down your panties and stuffed them in the back of his pocket. If he was gonna have to jerk himself off to thoughts of you again, having your soaked panties was the least he deserved.

He glanced down at your swollen pussy and salivated.

Your hand trailed down, circling your clit as you moaned at the time he was taking.

Joel grabbed your wrist, bringing it up to his mouth and nipped at the skin. "Only I get to touch, yeah, babygirl?"

"Yes," you answered, breathless.

Joel loomed over you, bringing the tip of his leaking cock to smear himself over your folds. "Tommy told me somethin' real interestin'. Ask me what?"

"I don't- I don't care about Tommy, right now," you grab his shoulders, trying to pull him forward.

"He tol' me-" Joel strained, his lips brushing yours. It wasn't just your torture he wad delivering. It was his own. "He said people go to that bar to get fucked. Is that why you were there?"

For a moment you seemed shocked to hear it. Then the palm of your hand held his cheek, running over the stubble.

"Worked, didn't it?" you teased.

Joel sunk into you with ease. "Yeah."

He hid his face in your neck as you arched your back into him. 'Take it, take it,' he spoke into your skin, tattooing the words there.

"Joel-" you gasped, holding onto his back. "Fuck!"

"You're ok, baby. You're ok, babygirl," his breath was short. He needed to feel you more, the half way in wasn't enough. "Fuck, you grip me so well."

You gasp, holding him in you. "Need-need more."

"I dunno baby, you think you got it?" he teased.

"Yes, yes."

"What have I said about speaking up?"

You groan, throwing your head back on the seat. "Fuck me, please Joel!"

With a grunt loud enough to be heard outside, Joel sunk further into you. 'Shit, yeah.... fuck,' spilled from his lips as he slowly took himself out of you before sinking in all the way again.

"You feel me?" asked Joel. He held himself up over you because he'd be damned if he wasn't gonna watch you fall apart on his dick.

"Feel it, feel you everywhere," you mumble.

You really did. You felt the soft seats of his truck, smelt him everywhere. The smell of old cologne, cigarettes (though you were sure he didn't smoke) and new wood. It wasn't just his cock sinking into you but his voice as he mumbled filthy things in your ear. His hand dragged down your face, gripping your neck. Not tight enough to cut airways but tight enough to make you squeeze him.

He stuttered, "sh-shit. If you do that again I won't last," he told you. "And I want you to come first."

"Then fuck me Joel," you said, looking up at him.

Joel looked down to where he disappeared into you. You were already rocking your hips into his, desperate for something- anything. His hand pushed back some of your hair as he stared at you with something more than need. Desire. "Are you sure this is what you want?"

Wasn't it? Wasn't it everything you wanted since he first laid a hand on your shoulder and led you into his home, welcoming you to his life. "Yes."

His thumb dragged out your bottom lip before his lips were smashing onto yours, wet and sloppy as his thrusts increased.

He moved his hips in and out rapidly, giving you no more time to adjust. It wasn't long before he had to release your lips to breathe.

"Ah- shit!" you yelled.

"That's it baby, be as loud as you like. Let the whole fucking street know who's fucking you," he panted. His hands were at your neck, holding the both of you steady.

"Joel!"

"Shit! You feel so good!"

Joel tugged down your top, not in the mood to care if it rips. It's not like he was letting you back in that bar. He pulled out your tits and latched onto them like a child, nipping at the nipple.

Your hand winds itself in his hair, pulling at the roots and throwing your body into his. You could feel his cock stretch you, the pain mixing delightfully with the pleasure. With every thrust he tipped you closer and closer onto the ledge and as his warm, wet mouth sucked on your nipple, the other hand squeezing and playing with the other, you knew it would be the best orgasm of your life.

"I'm gonna, arg-"

Joel licked around your nipple. "Not yet."

"Joel!"

"Hold it!"

He pushed himself up, holding onto the back of the seats as he used the position to put a foot on the ground and fuck into you harder.

The windows were steamed, your bodies slick with sweat.

The truck was fucking shaking at how hard he was moving you.

You threw a hand out behind you to hold onto the door, bracing yourself as you rocked your body into his.

Joel threw his head back, his neck stretching you and tempting you. "Best fucking pussy out there. And I've been wasting you as a babysitter."

"Yours," you mumble. He hadn't even asked and you were giving him the promise.

His lips tilted into a lobsided smirk as he leaned closer to you. "You mine, huh? All mine? My girl, my pussy?"

"Yes," you nod.

For a minute you can only hear your breaths with the sound of his hips slapping into yours.

Joel's fingers dig into your thighs and bring your leg up to wrap around his waist. "Mine," he all but growled into your chest, nipping at the skin. "Show me. Show me you're mine. Cum."

He thrusted into you hard, his thumb holding your stomach down and playing with your clit until you were coming all over his cock. 'That's it baby... all over me.... there's a good girl.... keep coming,'

Joel fucked you throughout. He had his own finish to reach but watching you fall apart, your mouth open in a silent gasp as your fingers claw into his shoulders.

He cupped your chin, smiling down at you. "You gonna help an old man out?"

You were in no state to, coming down from your highest high.

Joel cupped your ass and lifted you from the seats that were slowly soaking in both of yours juices. "Ah-" he yelled out at the new angle he was reaching, his balls heavy hitting your pussy. "Yeah- there- just there baby."

"Joel!" you yell. "S'to much."

"No it's not," he shook his head. His eyes were screwed up as sweat rolled down his cheeks. "You can take it. You know you can."

Your pussy was throbbing, squeezing him so intensely you didn't know how he was still moving.

You bit down on your lip as you watched him concentrating hard. You test the waters, wrapping your legs around his waist until your entire lower body was in his weight.

"Fuck!" Joel's jaw clenched as he looked down at you, his fingertips digging into the skin of your soft thighs until he was sure bruises would be there for only him to see. "I'm gonna... shit- Where you want it?"

"Inside, please," you mewl.

Joel looked at you, danger in his eyes. "No, baby, we can't."

You nod and squeeze his hips. "I'm on the pill."

The words were heaven to his ears.

You squeeze around him and Joel yelled out, falling atop you as he spilled out inside of you.

"Take it! Take it! Fucking let me- let me in!" he yelled, hips stuttering as he fell into you. One of your legs remained around him but the other he let drop, holding it weakly.

You were sure you were still coming down from your high as his hips stuttered on yours. You could feel every drop of him smear on your pussy and leak out.

Then Joel's fingers danced around the space his cock was softening in you, pushing it all back in.

His brows rose as he looked down, a shaking laugh coming out. "I-"

You didn't want to hear the words that came after. The regret. The 'we shouldn't have' or 'think about Sarah'. You just wanted this moment of feeling held and cared for by Joel to last a little longer.

Your lips move against his slowly, tasting the salt of sweat from the both of you on there.

He didn't push you away, he just held his lips close to yours, in small and attentive brushes. "How do you feel?" he whispered, pulling back enough to look around your eyes.

"Good," you nod, "real fucking good."

Joel chuckled and looked down. Slowly, as not to hurt you, he pulled out.

You moaned at the sudden emptiness in you, lying there to catch your breath and so you didn't have to prepare for regret in his face.

But it seemed regret was the last thing on Joel's mind.

He had no idea what kind of animal was possessing him or just how far his need went. But when he fell back against the door, listening out to the low drum from the bar, he saw your swollen cunt. Red and white. Red from how hard he'd fucked you and white from the mixture of you and him.

Something growled inside of him- maybe it was him- but before either of you understood what was happening, Joel lunged back in and spread your thigs, diving in.

You lurched up onto your elbows, looking down at him. You could see the top of his hair, his eyes closed and you could feel his nose moving around you and nudging you. "Joel, what are you- holy-"

Joel hummed into your pussy. It was heaven on his tongue, dripping into him. So sweet and all you. He'd never felt closer to a person before. Never felt such a need. He was slobbering like a damn dog over your pussy.

"What the fuck have you done to me, huh," he'd pulled back only enough so you could understand his words.

Neither of you were sure if he was talking to you or what laid between your legs.

He opened up your pussy and went in, tongue fucking into you. He was caught between wanting to push his spill back into you and eating you out till you were dry.

"Joel!" you screamed, voice breaking. "You-you can't-"

"I fucking can," he snarled. His face was being pushed into your cunt as he shook it, smearing both of you all over him.

There was nothing you could say or do before your legs trembled and you came all over his beard and lips. You didn't know what to do, whether to push him off you or pull you closer.

Joel held your hips into his mouth and groaned as he took in everything you gave him.

Every flick of his tongue had you shaking. Every time he gripped your thighs you made a noise of pleasure.

Hours might have passed since he first discovered heaven between your thighs before he pulled himself out.

His face was wet with you. It was sinful and like nothing you could ever imagine. "Look at what you've fucking done to me."