Fair.y

you were joels little house wife, he wanted to protect you from outside of jackson. and to him you were the love of his life, you were his absolute everything and to him you were absolutely perfect! you were sweet, you knew how to cook, you were motherly. you were absolutely everything joel wanted in a women.

one day while he was on patrol you decided to make a little steak dinner for your hard working man. you stood at the stove, quietly focused as the steak sizzled in the pan. The smell of butter, garlic, and rosemary filled the kitchen. Every time you spooned the melted butter over the steak, it hissed softly, and you couldn’t help but smile a little at how good it smelled, the potatoes were roasting in the oven, and the green beans were cooking beside you while you kept an eye on everything at once. It wasn’t anything fancy, just a simple steak dinner, but there was something comforting about the look on joels face once he came home. you knew that he wasnt a fancy guy and would prefer a microwave tv dinner but you wanted him to be well fed. By the time you plated everything you heard the front heavy wooden door open.

you wiped your hands on your apron, before making your way over to see joel taking off his boots and setting his supplies down.

"theres my man~" you say walking over to him wrapping your arms around him then kissing him lovingly. his chuckle muffled against your lips as he wrapped his arms around your waist kissing you back just as eagerly, you pulled back giggling softly before saying "how was your day baby..? i bet it was rough hm..?" you cooed. he smirked before one hand reached to cup your face "nothin i aint handled before princess." before he spanked you lightly, your breath hitched as you let out another giggle. "joel~! you dog!" you said slapping his chest. he chuckled once again before taking a whiff. "baby you cookin?" you pulled away taking his hand interlocking his fingers with yours as u guided him to the table. "mhm! cooked up a little steak dinner!" you pulled the chair out pushing him gentle so he can sit down. "babydoll ya know u dont gotta do that." you made ur way to the kitchen to grab his plate "i know baby! i just wanted to do something nice for you." you said as u walk over to him setting his plate down infront of him before pecking his temple. "let me get you a beer!" you said rushing to the fridge bending over to grab him a beer, he then got up making his way to where u were at grabbing you by the waist pulling you tightly against his chest.

you squealed as he bent you over on the counter by the fruits you had set out to bake a pie later on. "j-joel..!" he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants letting them fall down, "your so good to me baby.. how did i ever get such a lovely woman like you.." he said bunching your skirt around your waist moving your damp panties aside. you whimpered softly looking back at him as he fingers your wet cunt, "yeah.. you like that baby..? atta girl.. just like that" your body pumped with adrenaline as he said those few words. "j-joel please.." "please what baby..?" he said adding a third finger. you moaned loudly. "y-your cock.. mm..~!" "i got you pretty girl.. i got you." he said taking out his wet fingers, putting his hands on your hips as his tip nudged at your entrance. it felt so fucking good, you wouldnt mind him taking you here in the kitchen all night. "3..2..1.."

“Number one rule of anal sex is ‘No rush’,” Mr Miller says to his son. The older man is sitting by your side, his hands gently kneading your naked asscheeks. You hold your breath when he spreads the globes of your flesh and exposes your pussy slit and butthole. Both entrances clench.

You’ve been going out with Jack Miller for almost a year and you know his dad Joel relatively well. He’s single, works as a contractor, loves spending his free time playing the guitar, woodworking, watching old action movies and going to the bar with his brother Tommy. What you haven’t known before tonight is how good his fingers feel when he pushes them into your asshole. But let’s not get ahead of ourselves.

It all started with an argument. Jack was getting on your nerves, begging you to have anal.

“C’mon, baby,” he said, clinging to you like an annoying lap dog. He had just fingered you as a foreplay so you were sweaty and sleepy, lying naked on his bed. As always it had taken him too long. He had trouble finding the right rhythm and the right angle like he’d never touched your pussy before. While he was fiddling with your lady parts, a slideshow of your favorite porno scenes was playing on a loop behind your tightly closed eyes until finally you reached an underwhelming orgasm.

Probably relying on endorphins clouding your judgement, Jack began his anal pitch. He was promising you heavenly pleasure and an unforgettable experience, mostly turning himself on - a pole was proudly tenting his sweatpants.

Despite the passion in his voice, you were adamant in your decision. You’d never done it with anyone before and doubted that Jack was experienced enough to show you a wonderful world of anal.

“It’s not that simple, Jack! Jerking off to anal porn is not enough! What if you hurt me! You need to educate yourself first. You need to know… stuff.” You pulled the cover over your naked breasts and crossed your arms.

“What stuff?” Jack frowned.

“Exactly!”

You stared at the ceiling, contemplating getting dressed and going home. You were sure he wouldn’t let it go. And he didn’t.

“I’ll be careful, I promise. Just a tip first, you won’t even feel it. I’ll be super slow and then bam! I’m inside.”

BAM! No one in the history of mankind wanted to hear Bam! and their ass in the same sentence. So you shook your head and gave Jack an alternative,

“Why don’t you fuck my pussy?”

Jack palmed his clothed boner with interest but then shook his head, doubling down.

“Baby, pleaseeeeee..”

Nothing extraordinary would have happened if Jack hadn’t kept nagging and whining, pleading you to give him your butt. You kept saying ‘no’, he kept begging. It got so annoying that you decided to leave but before you sat up there was a loud knock on the bedroom door.

“Dad,” Jack grumbled and got up. He adjusted his hard cock and you pulled the bed cover higher, covering your chest.

“What’s up, dad?” Jack said, annoyed by the interruption.

“Can I …?” Mr Miller stepped into the bedroom. You swallowed loudly. It was weird to be completely naked under the sheet in front of your boyfriend’s father.

“Sorry for intrudin’, sweetheart,” he said, turning to you and then to his son. “Jack, I can’t listen to it no more! Don’t you get what she’s sayin’?”

“Dad, what the hell?” Jack’s cheeks grew red, he was shifting on his bare feet, throwing nervous glances at you. And you definitely shared his confusion.

“I wasn’t eavesdroppin’ I swear. These fuckin walls are cardboard thin. You were whinin’ like a little bitch, son. Sorry, sweetheart,” Mr Miller apologized to you again and then said the words that you’d never expected to hear from your boyfriend’s dad.

“Let me teach you anal.”

Jack was shocked and embarrassed. He was gawking at his dad with widened eyes while the older man was standing by the bed, towering over his son, feet planted firmly on the ground. He kept saying that he only wanted to help, gesturing with his big hands. To your surprise you immediately pictured those hands on your naked body.

You wondered how Mr Miller would teach you. Maybe he’d watch Jack and you, guiding you both, giving advice, or maybe he’d take matters (your ass) into his own hands. Those huge veiny hands. The thought made your core pucker and while Jack was asking his dad to leave, saying that he lost his mind, you pressed your thighs together under the cover, trying to alleviate the ache in your pussy.

“I couldn’t hear the TV, Jack! Only your pathetic attempts to put it in her ass. Sorry, baby,” Mr Miller looked at you, his hands raised palms to you.

“Don’t call her that,” Jack grumbled. He looked and sounded like a boy who didn’t want to share his toy truck.

“‘K,” his father nodded and turned at you. “Jus’ wanna help.”

He dropped his hands by his sides, his sad puppy eyes moving from his son and to you and back. Your heart swelled. Your pussy throbbed.

“Ok,” you said, surprising your boyfriend and yourself. Jack gawked at you.

“What do you mean ‘ok’?!”

“You want to have anal, yeah? But you got no clue what to do, don’t even lie, Jack! Let your dad teach us.”

That’s how you ended up in a position you couldn’t imagine being in your wildest dreams — lying naked on your front, your legs spread, your boyfriend's dad playing with your butt.

“Help ‘er relax,” Mr Miller says to his son, his voice soft and soothing, his tone casual as if he’s teaching Jack how to fix a lawn mower. Your boyfriend is seated in a gaming chair a foot away from the bed, his arms crossed, eyes narrowed. When his gaze meets yours, you quickly look away. He doesn’t seem pleased, rather mortified. Whatever. You always thought that Mr Miller was hot, in a rugged and dilf-y way.

Once you had a dream about blowing him in their kitchen, your mouth full of his fat cock, his fingers tight in your hair, no Jack and his cuck gaming chair in sight.

“Draw ‘er a nice bath, give ‘er a massage, somethin’ like that,” Joel says as his calloused palm glides up and down the back of your thigh. You’re one big goosebump, his touch is electrifying.

“No harsh movements.” He carefully pushes on your inner thigh until you bend up your leg. Your hips open and slightly rise off the bed. “She needs to be pliant, ready to take you in her most vulnerable place.”

Jack swallows hard. Your cheek is resting on the pillow, your head turned away from Mr Miller, but you are seeing him perfectly in the wardrobe mirror that stands lengthwise the bed. He’s wearing his usual flannel, sleeves rolled up, and dark blue jeans. It’s not his home clothes and you wonder if he dressed like this for you.

Mr Miller’s salt and pepper locks curl up at the nape, he needs a haircut, but you like his hair longer. You imagine running your fingers through his curls, tugging on them while he’s plowing your wet needy …

“Are you comfortable, sweetie?” Joel interrupts your dirty daydream with a question, his voice soft and raspy. It could have lulled you to sleep if not for a finger that grazes your butthole, making you flinch.

“Uh-huh.” You don’t sound too sure.

“We’ll get there,” he says with a little smile and adds, “Together.”

While you’re slowly melting into the bedsheets from his gentle tone, Mr Miller turns to Jack.

“Another important thing is lubrication. You have some?”

It looks like Jack’s using all his energy to dissociate at the moment thus he misses the question.

“Huh?”

“Lube? You have it or I need to go get mine?”

You widen your eyes, picturing Mr Miller squirt lube on some lucky lady in his master bedroom. And to think you considered him almost celibate!

Your boyfriend blinks a few times, then gets up. You hear him rummaging through a mess in his nightstand drawer, mumbling the word ‘crazy’ before he throws a little bottle on the bed and returns to his chair.

“It should be warm,” Joel says, rolling it between his wide palms.

“May I?” His reflection points at your ass in the mirror and you nod with a quiet ‘yes’. Mr Miller opens the lid with teeth and moves your left asscheek to the side for better access.

“Oh!” You gasp when a slight cold glob of lube lands on your tight ring.

“Bit more.” Joel adds another squirt and then starts spreading the liquid around your ring with a tip of his finger.

“Ahhhh,” you whimper and bite your tongue immediately. Jack’s chair creaks.

“Feels good?” When Joel asks you the question you don’t see a point in lying so you say “yeah.” Wet arousal pools in your core, it’s a matter of minutes before it slides out of your hole and reveals how insanely horny Mr Miller is making you.

“We’re just startin’ and look at her response,” Joel says with pride in his velvet voice while his finger is slowly drawing circles over your asshole. “She’s enjoyin’ it. Even if we stop now she’ll remember the act as something pleasant.”

“Maybe we should,” Jack mutters but neither Joel nor you pay it any attention. Hot flames are licking at your core, the ache in your pussy growing so fast, you roll your hips against the bed, searching for friction.

Adding gasoline to your horny fire is the sight in the mirror in front of you — Joel’s sexy hand moving rhythmically over your ass, his plush lips slightly parted, his dark eyes focused on your puckered hole.

Mr Miller lowers his voice and asks, “Growin’ needy?”

Your eyes lock in the mirror. Fuck! A hot flash burns your lower belly when his black pupils meet yours. Sparks flying, gazes drawn to each other for a few long seconds, promising pleasure and trouble. The intense eye contact does something to you, drowns you in an ocean of lust, pulls you so deep you panic and hastily flick your eyes to your boyfriend who seems very pale.

“Sweetheart,” Joel calls you as if hating to share your attention with his son. You hum but don’t look at him.

“Do you give your permission for the next step? To open you up I need to eat your ass. Is that alright?”

“No!”

“Yes!”

Both you and Jack answer but you are the one calling the shots.

“Yes!” You repeat louder and raise your brows at Jack. Your boyfriend lets out a defeated sigh and drops his head.

“Good,” Joel says and gives your butt a light pat before cupping both asscheeks and spreading them apart. Cold air laps at your holes and you shiver. Joel smiles, probably noticing goosebumps on your skin.

“We’ll start slow.” In the mirror you watch him unhinge his jaw, stick his tongue out and lower his head.

You gasp when Mr Miller slowly licks your tight butthole. “Oh my God!”

Joel chuckles and repeats the depraved action. Soon he’s licking your asshole gingerly, his fingers digging into your flesh with passion. You’re softly moaning, your eyes are rolling to the back of your head. You’ve never had your ass eaten and the sensation is incredible. You wish he’d get lower and take care of your leaking pussy but fuckkk you can come just from Mr Miller’s tongue dancing over your little butthole. So when he parts from your ass, your needy whine rings in the room.

“I’ll be right back, sweetie.”

His wet lips are curled up at the corners, pride sparkling in his blown out eyes, Joel glances back at his son and announces,

“Now we gonna start openin’ her up with a tongue.” Your breathing hitches. You don’t see Jack’s expression because you can’t tear your eyes off Mr Miller in the mirror. “Gently push the tip inside her just so” — Joel leans down and his hot tongue prods at your ring, your mouth forms an O as you moan.

Joel mutters, “Slowly go in,” then his head begins moving up and down while his tongue slides into your ass deeper with every bop. He’s salivating onto your crack, the wetness dripping down to your pussy, covering your folds with the warm spit.

You are losing your mind over how amazing it feels, meanwhile Joel alternates between licking your ring and tongue-fucking it for what seems like hours or so you wish. His lewd slurping fills the room and mixes with your soft noises. You apply all your willpower to stop yourself from moaning like a whore out of respect for your boyfriend who is now sitting with his legs crossed, probably hard but too shocked to accept it.

“How you feelin’, baby?” Joel asks, licking his spit-covered lips.

“S—so good, Mr Miller,” you stutter, staring at him in the mirror with your half lidded eyes.

“See, she’s already gapin’ a little,” Joel says, showing your asshole to Jack.

“Hm-m,” Jack hums, his brows furrowed, his suspicious gaze trained on your ecstatic face.

“Now let’s add a finger.”

You squeak like a little mouse and your holes clench. Joel notices.

“Hey, don’t be scared, babygirl. You’re open nicely now. And I’m gonna be gentle, yeah?”

“Ok,” you reply and hold your breath.

“Nuh-uh. None of that. You should be breathin’, sweetheart.” He puts his warm heavy palm on your back, between your shoulder blades and rubs it up and down, giving you a rhythm.

“In— out—in— out.”

You follow his direction and soon your muscles relax, your eyes flutter close, your jaws unclench. It seems like your body is seeping into the mattress.

“I’m puttin’ one finger in.”

His voice is so quiet you barely register his words, barely notice his finger going inside your ass, miss a slight burn of the stretch, that’s how serene you are feeling.

When you finally open your eyes you see Mr Miller’s reflection thrusting his index finger in and out of your butthole, his eyes on your ring, his lip between his teeth.

“Wow,” you mutter, in awe of the hot sight and the new sensation. All your holes clench again and again, your pussy pushing your generous slick out and you catch yourself wanting Joel to fuck you.

"Another finger? Is that alright, sweetie?" With your heart pounding in your ears, Joel's raspy voice seems both close and far. You nod and mumble a shaky 'yes' before he inserts a second digit into your lubed up asshole. You moan, Joel growls, both at the same time. Your boyfriend curses under his breath.

"Hooooooly hell," you exhale against the pillow, clenching bedsheets with your clammy palms while Joel's scissoring your tight ring open. "This … it's amazing."

Joel pulls his fingers out of you and chuckles yet it comes out strained. You know it takes everything from him not to whip his cock out and fuck you right now. Jack seems to feel it, too.

"Dad, maybe that's enough?"

"No."

"No!"

Your yell drowns out Joel's reply. Your cheeks burning, lust clouding your mind and overtaking your body, you lift your head off the bed and glare at Jack.

"Mr Miller needs to... we need to learn what to do next. Right?"

Jack crosses his arms, his lower lip sticking out.

Completely disregarding his son's suggestion to stop, Joel nods at you and asks Jack as if it's some depraved sex ed class.

"She's nice and ready now. What's next?"

Jack blinks at his dad, a mixture of frustration and confusion plastered on his face. He shrugs. "I fuck her."

"Wrong!" Joel sits up straight and gives him a disappointed look. "Son, the most important thing about anal is consent."

You drop your head back on the pillow and nod with the 'obviously' expression meanwhile Joel continues.

"Even after you did all the necessary prep, you ask her again. And if she says 'no', you stop! Got it?"

You watch Joel in the mirror, his bushy brows furrowed, two obsidian eyes piercing Jack. He's not fucking around.

"Yeah."

"Huh?"

"Yes, sir," Jack mumbles. He looks so pitiful now you get scared of your pussy turning into the Sahara so you hastily move your eyes to the mirror with Joel's reflection in it.

You watch and feel your boyfriend's dad lean down to you. His hot breath fans your naked back, sending chills down your spine, as he asks,

"Can I fuck your ass now, baby?"

Your voice is wanton and needy, you're almost drooling onto the bed, as you reply,

"Yes, Mr Miller. But..?”

“Yes, sweetie?”

“Can I be on my back?”

Joel kisses your shoulder and coos,

“Sure thing.”

Your body buzzing with want, you slowly and awkwardly roll over. Your exposed tits jiggle as you get comfortable and Joel takes you in— your puffy pussy, your heaving belly, your nipples hard as diamonds, desire plastered on your face.

Jack nervously clears his throat and leaves his cuck chair.

“You ain’t really doing it, right?”

You’re not sure if he’s talking to you or his dad but Joel is the one who answers,

“I’m teachin’ you two. And this is the most crucial part. You wanna go in now and ruin all the progress?”

Jack closes and opens his mouth, but when you shake your head at his attempt to intervene, your boyfriend plops back in the chair, looking gobsmacked.

“This is insane,” he murmurs and you have to agree. You’re feeling insanely good.

With a nonchalant expression on his flushed face Joel grabs a pillow.

“Raise your hips for me, baby.”

You do what he asks and he quickly places it under your butt. When your hips are raised Joel hums in approval.

“Grab your knees for me, please.”

Like an obedient student you do it immediately.

“That’s it. Good girl.”

His praise, his scent - manly and dizzying, his warm smile, his obsidian eyes set between your thighs — all of it makes your blooming pussy contract and a drop of clear slick beads at your entrance.

Joel smirks, his dark gaze darts to yours and then back to your leaky hole. He opens his mouth but words die on his lips.

Instead he takes a sharp breath and climbs on the bed, grunting. With your body trembling in anticipation you watch Mr Miller kneel by your propped up butt, unzip his jeans, his back now to his son.

Just for your hungry eyes, he pulls his cock out. Big, veiny, hard as steel fuck machine. Hnggg!

You clench your jaws, killing a moan that rises in your throat from the sight of his manhood. You see a drop of precum on the slit and your mouth waters.

“Need more lube.” Joel squirts a generous amount on his hand and then strokes his cock spreading the liquid.

You squirm on the bed, fear and excitement coursing through your veins. He wants to stick that huge thing where?!

Joel seems to read the worry on your face. With one hand around the base of his stiff shaft, he brings the other to your knee and gives it a light squeeze.

“If you want me to stop I will.”

You don’t reply, just stare up at him, fear and desire playing tug-of-war in your heart.

“See?” Joel gets his son’s attention but doesn’t look away from you. “This sweet thing is unsure but she’s bein’ brave and doesn’t stop me.”

Jack sighs with relief from behind Joel’s broad body. He probably hopes that you’ve changed your mind.

Then the older man addresses you.

“You don’t have to be brave for me or anyone else, ok?” You hum while warmth spreads in your belly, reaches your clit and makes it throb. You open your mouth but words don’t come out. Joel gives you a knowing smile and offers,

“How ‘bout I open you up again with my fingers? Two steps forward, one step back.”

Jack’s chair creaks unhappily when you breathe out, “Yes, please.”

Joel gives you a curt nod and sits on his heels, his cock still hard and waiting. His strong hand circles around the back of your thigh as he keeps it steady for you.

Jack’s view is blocked by Joel so he doesn’t see when his dad traces your pussy hole with his fingers and brings the wetness down to your ring. His eyes dart up to yours just for a second, you see lust and mischief there.

“Alright, here we go,” he mumbles to himself, easing two lubed up fingers inside you. This time you take them easily, dull pain of the stretch is present but also welcomed. You moan.

Mr Miller closely watches your face twisting with pleasure while his fingers are fucking your butt. You watch him back, suddenly swept by a feeling so strong, you forget how to breathe for a second. There's no one else in the room, in the whole world, only you and this big older man, giving you an unforgettable experience, filling the hole that’s never been filled and you don’t want it to end, hate for him to stop. Stop giving, taking, watching you melt for him.

Ahhhh! A scorching heat floods your belly and hits you like a tsunami. Your core walls clench once, twice, your head digs into the pillow underneath, your eyes close and a loud moan slips out of your mouth. You’re shaking and crying ecstatic tears, your ass squeezing Joel’s thick digits, your pussy contracting around nothing.

“D— did you just come? Jack’s cold tone brings you back to reality as if a bucket of icy water was thrown over your head. Still jerking with climax you snap your eyes open, your breathing heavy, and see Joel’s lopsided smile in front of you.

Fuck! Your cheeks and neck burn and you cover your face with your hands, embarrassed by unraveling in front of your boyfriend’s dad. With his fingers in your ass.

Joel comes to your rescue. He gently rubs your thigh with his paddle of a hand and coos,

“She’s one of a kind, Jack. The anal stimulation isn’t as pleasurable for women as it is for men. In the right hands though… you did wonderful, sweetie.”

You bite your lip, hiding a grin that’s about to bloom on your face, and grip your knees tighter.

“We can stop now if…,” Joel starts.

“No!” You cut him off and push your knees to your chest. “I want to be ready. For the real thing.”

“I’ll give you the real thing,” Joel whispers so quietly it’s barely audible but you hear. Your eyes lock as he plants his palm on the bed by your side and hovers over your lower half.

“Ready, sweetheart?”

After you say ‘yes’ Mr Miller glances back in the direction of his son.

“Jus’ the tip at first. Maybe only. Depends on how she takes it.”

He looks down at you with that soft but feral gaze of his and talks to Jack.

“Watch her face closely when you push inside.”

Joel’s hot leaky cockhead kisses your pussy hole and you gasp, your entrance winking at his manhood, inviting it to come in. Joel whispers,

“Only teasin’.” You smile and shake your head at the man. He gives you a wink and drags his tip down along the delicate skin between your pussy and asshole and then nudges your tight ring.

“If she scrunches her pretty nose, stop. Means she’s hurtin’.”

Joel presses his crown against your asshole and applies pressure. Your mouth parts when he starts pushing it into your asshole, the stretch far bigger than with his fingers. You take a few deep breaths, not stopping him, craving to be fucked.

“Yeah, breathe for me, baby. In and out. Like I taught ya.”

In! in! in! your pussy screams and throbs with the rhythm of your heartbeat, your body desperate to be ruined by your boyfriend’s dad.

Mr Miller pauses and closes his eyes, his forearm muscles tense with restraint, the veins of his hand that’s wrapped around his shaft are bulging. He speaks, trying to keep his voice steady.

“The most difficult thing now—is to control yourself — all you wanna do — is shove your dick deep inside her— to the hilt—- she feels so fuckin’ good.”

His arousal and your desire merge together and form an electric cloud around you two, the scent of sex heavy in the air. Mr Miller moves another inch deeper and you whimper.

“But you musn’t,” he grunts to his son or to himself. “You should be in control— think of her first and your pleasure second —Yeahhh?”

The last word sounds like a moan and you smile dizzily, ecstatic to see how much bliss you’re giving him. Joel pushes in some more and then looks into your eyes. “Wanna see?”

You nod eagerly and place another pillow under your head, propping it up to get a better view.

The sight before your eyes takes your breath away. Joel’s big hand wrapped around his girthy cock, the veins on his shaft thumping, glistening with lube. But the best thing is your stretched asshole, hugging Joel’s tip buried inside.

“Wow,” you breathe out. Joel smirks, his smile lopsided and boyish. He drops his head to your butt and asks,

“Wanna stop here? Done so good already.”

You crane your neck and glance at Jack, expecting him to scream ‘Yes! Stop! Now!’ but he’s hunched over in his cuck chair with a blank stare, chewing on the nail of his thumb.

You bring your gaze back up at Joel and purr,

“I want all of it.”

Joel nods and thrusts in.

Mr Miller’s fucking your ass like it’s been made solemnly for this purpose. His hands are gripping your spread thighs, leaving marks on your soft skin, his hips snapping against your asscheeks, drowning the room in the lewd Slap slap slap! Sounds.

By now you’ve lost all the composure and your loud moans are flowing freely from your lips, mixing with Joel’s animalistic growls.

“Yeahhhh.. good girl…she’s a fast learner… takin’ me like a champ.”

“Thanks, Mr Miller,” you mewl with your eyes rolling to the back of your head when you feel a second orgasm building. Hungry for it you lick your fingers, reach for your throbbing clit and start rubbing it while Joel’s steel shaft is massaging your insides.

“Lemme… want some help?” Joel asks, consent king as always.

“Yes, please.”

Not minding his son watching you two from the back, Joel brings his calloused thumb to your puffy clit and starts drawing infinities over it.

You arch your back, losing your mind over how amazing it feels. Your ass is full of Joel’s cock, but your neglected pussy hole is crying desperately. You look for your boyfriend behind Joel’s broad back. He still looks shell shocked, his widened eyes lowered, and you realize that he’s watching his dads heavy balls slap against his girlfriend’s asscheeks.

Opps.

“Mr Miller,” you whisper, staring at the older man again, “Could you..?”

You lift your hand, stick two fingers out and move them up and down, fingering an invisible pussy.

Joel flashes you a knowing smile.

“Gotcha, sweetie.” He glances back at his son and raises his voice, talking to you,

“You strugglin’, baby? Ok if I help you relax?”

You consent loudly so Jack could hear and the next second Mr Miller changes hands and his dry index and middle fingers easily enter your sopping pussy.

Yeahhhh! You whimper, so full of his fat cock and digits, it feels like you’re going to come apart at the seams.

Joel’s massaging your g-spot with two fingers, his thumb working your clit, his cock relentlessly rutting into your ass. You’ve never been fucked this good and you try to hold off your second climax, hating for the sex to end.

But Joel’s too hot, too experienced and soon you come with a wail, arching your sweaty back off the bed and clamping Joel’s hips with your thighs. Blinding ecstasy is coursing through your body, your cunt pulsing around Joel’s fingers, your asshole choking his cock so hard he stills.

“Here— we g—goooHngggg….” he roars, retreats his fingers out of your pussy and covers you with his huge frame. He pushes his face into your sweaty neck but holds his weight over your thrashing body.

“Where?” He chokes, his chest rumbling with groans, and you wrap your arms around his broad back and press your naked tits to him, mumbling into his ear,

“Inside my ass, Mr Miller. Please.”

His whole body tenses up over you and he begins squirting his hot cum deep inside your butt. The warmth of his load fills you more and more, every erratic thrust of his cock pushes the sticky spent back into you and you hold him tight, wishing to be stuffed to the brim. It doesn’t take long with how much he comes and soon his jizz covers your asscheeks and his balls, sticking them together like glue. You feel filthy and sexy, with your boyfriend’s dad busting inside you, the former having a perfect view of your asshole sucking the older man’s cum in. Too abundant it rolls down your crack and onto Jack’s bed.

Both of you are panting when Joel carefully pulls his cock out of your asshole and falls on the bed next to you, still fully clothed except for the pulled down jeans and boxers.

“Dad, put your dick away,” Jack grumbles.

“Yeah yeah.” Joel tucks his cock back in, leaving his jeans open. He sounds exhausted. You cover yourself with a sheet suddenly remembering that you’re naked next to your boyfriend’s dad.

You turn your head to him resting next to you, his forearm covering his closed eyes, his chest rising and falling quickly, his leg dangling off the edge of the bed. He’s so handsome you want to bite him. The man had a full day of work and then rocked your world. You find it incredibly hot but also feel guilty for exhausting him even more.

You watch Mr Miller for a few moments, warmth spreading in your belly and chest, until he takes a deep breath, opens his eyes and turns his head to you.

“Dad?” Jack calls impatiently, hurrying the man to leave but Joel doesn’t spare him a glance and asks you,

“How you feelin’, baby?”

He nods down at your pussy but you know he’s asking about your butt.

“I’m ok.” You squirm on the bed, trying to access your state. “A little sore but good.”

“Good,” Joel repeats with a warm smile. You’re staring at each other silently, his gaze soft and warm, grinning like two fools. You want to kiss him but stop yourself. It’s inappropriate.

Then you remember where his cock was just a few minutes ago and giggle.

“What is it?” Joel asks, his eyes dart between yours and then slide to your lips.

You shake your head, silence thick and loaded between you two.

Jack rips it apart as he clears his throat.

“Thanks, dad. Fucking hell. You can go now.”

He gets up from the chair and crosses his arms, frowning at the two of you. You wonder if he’s going to break up with you after this. Whatever.

Joel sits up with a grunt and gets out of the bed. He sways a little and you smile proudly — you did it to him.

“Thank you, Mr Miller.” You sit up, holding the sheet over your body. He zips up his jeans and winks,

“Don’t mention it, baby.”

Jack scoffs. Joel heads to the door but as he passes his son he pauses.

“Get her a wet towel. And some water,” he commands. “So .. if she took my cock, she wouldn’t even notice yours. You’re welcome.”

With that he pats his son’s shoulder and leaves.

Who needs Jack, amirite? Maybe Joel can teach them something else?🤔 Thank you for reading! Please, leave a comment and reblog if you enjoyed the story💞

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The all too familiar clacking sound of your fingers rapidly pressing against your laptop keyboard in bed could be heard all throughout the silent and dark bedroom. The mounted television in front of the bed was off, and the door was fully closed, meaning the warm saturated light from the hallway was no longer visible.

Just a few more words. A couple more sentences.

That statement was on repeat in your head.

You hardly wrote today. You spent most of your day at your parents house, helping your mother with her spring cleaning and your father with his art projects. It seems as though lately, you don't get time for yourself. With that and the planning of your upcoming wedding, life seems to be a bit much.

You adjusted your reading glasses before clearing your throat, and both of those must've been the last straw for Joel.

"Baby, can you get off of your laptop for the night? It's damn near midnight and you're still up and about on it. It's time to hit the hay sweetheart."

You didn't respond at first.

"Earth to my fiancé, hello?" Joel teased, his hands going onto your slender shoulders.

You snapped out of your trance and glanced up at him, shooting him a sweet smirk. "What baby?" You didn't even realize how imbedded you were into your writing. "Turn that damn thing off or I will for you." He stated with truth. You sighed and nodded. He's right.

Time for a break.

You minimized your tabs and powered down your MacBook, closing it and sliding it back onto the desk. "I'm sorry... I don't feel like I was productive enough today." You said with defeat. "Well darlin' you spent most of your day at your parents house...you kept yourself busy. Writin' is entertaining and all but, a break won't kill ya." He's right.

Getting up from your spiny chair, you stretched your arms out and groaned before yawning. Joel smiled at you, tilting his head. "What?" "My sleepy girl." He whispered, reaching out and rubbing your hips. It feels so nice. His touch, it's all and more.

"I am a bit tired...but not extremely. How about yourself babe?" You questioned him and he shrugged monotonely. "I'm alright." "You said work killed your body today." "It did but," he pulled you against him, squeezing your ass before slapping it with a touch that was affectionate but lustful. "I think bein' with you is all I need to feel better hun."

Joel surely has a way with words.

"You're funny." "Am I now? Huh...that's a first." He grinned goofily and you rolled your eyes dramatically, hitting his chest jokingly and pulling away from his loving grasp. "You're a fool." "Only for you, my dear." His voice was low, grisly even. He's tired, you can tell.

But he's one stubborn man.

"I'll go get changed and ready for bed...I love you." You called out to him as you entered your guy's shared closet. "Love you." You heard him shout out, meaning every part of it.

-

"Now what's takin' you so damn long?" Joel grumbled when he entered the closet. You huffed out an exaggerated noise, and crossed your arms. "Alright," he leaned against the wall, "I'll bite. What's the matter?" "I can't find my one slip dress. You know, the crimson one? My velvet set? I just know it'd be so comfy and yet, it's no where to be seen."

Joel stared at you for a second. "What!?" You threw your hands up, then knocked them to your waist, holding it yourself. "My drama queen." Just because he puts 'my' in front of an insult doesn't make it sound kind. "I am not a drama queen. Is it too much to ask for, to wear an outfit I want?" "No...but laundry must be done and I guarantee it's in the downstairs hamper."

Once again, he's right. You wore it about a week ago, it's probably at the very bottom. That's a shame however, you'll find something else.

Maybe.

"This sucks." "You'll live." Joel snickered, rubbing his scruff and ambling towards you. "You're an ass." "And proud." He said pridefully.

Your eyes smiled and you put your hands on your hips again.

"Shut up." You giggled, holding back any sort of expression when his hands slithered around your waist, turning you around to face your side of the closet. "Look at all these clothes you have. Surely you'll find something sweetheart." His accent up against your ear...perfect.

Although, it is hard to hold back a face or noise, especially when you can feel his erect cock pressing against your lower back and upper ass area. For fuck sakes.

Involuntarily, your eyes closed slowly and you rested your head on his chest. Joel's fingers played with your hips, stroking them, nudging them, all sorts of movements. All of that paired with the feeling of his hardness is simply too good.

"Someone's quiet." He teased you again. His fingers slid past your shorts, now maneuvering around your panties. "Hard not to be." You panted out, feeling his hands roam on the outside of your undergarment, until he began to move slow circles on your covered clit.

"But I want to hear you." His fingers moved quicker. "Why hold back from me? You know I love it." Joel added on.

A faint moan escaped your lips, and Joel only moved his digits faster against your clothed clit. "Just like that babygirl." Joel groaned in your ear before licking the outside of it, and kissing it too. "Does that feel good?" "Mhm." "Use your words." "It feels good baby." You managed to utter out behind all the pleasure within your tonality.

Laying your head back, you bit your lower lip at the sensation. Joel knows your weakness, and he isn't afraid to use it to his advantage. "I can feel how wet you're getting...do I really turn you on that much?" Especially with the way he speaks to you. You nodded and the hand on your waist went to your neck, giving it a firm squeeze.

"I won't say it again. Use your words baby."

Fuck.

"You do Joel, you do." And you know saying his name makes him feel powerful.

“You're so beautiful...now take these shorts and undies off, now."

You obeyed. Once free, you slipped your cozy shorts off and threw them to the side, then slid your white panties, handing them to him. You know the drill. Joel sniffed them, his brown eyes closing leisurely before he stuffed them in his back pocket. "That's a good girl...now, bend over. Right there darlin'." Joel motioned at the island shoe rack in the middle of the closet.

It's full of shoes, socks and other necessities. Joel built it for you awhile back, shortly after moving into this countryside house. Where nobody can hear either of you; He's taken grave advantage of that factor.

Bending yourself over the platform, you extended your arms to keep yourself up. Shuffling could be heard from behind, and you then felt Joel's hands grab each of your thighs, squishing them playfully, leaving warm kisses all along them. "Every inch of you is beautiful." His praising is all you love to hear. Makes you even more horny.

You moaned as you then felt his tongue slid from your ass to your pussy, beginning to eat you out. He got right to it, he always does. Joel is a desperate, desperate man. He loves making you feel good, it's all he aims for. He prioritizes your pleasure over his, you know he does. There have been times he fucks you endlessly when you're ovulating, just so you can maintain satisfaction.

He's a true sex freak.

But so are you.

He toyed with you. His fingers edging along your lower body and his mouth rampant on your dripping cunt. The noises he'd make as he ate you out were incredibly attractive. He's devouring you. "Fuck...it feels amazing." You whined out. Joel lined his finger with your entrance, managing to now finger you and eat you out all the while you're bent over for him.

You sealed your eyes shut, leaving your mouth wide open. Moans and groans left you, showing him how much you're enjoying yourself. "God you taste heavenly." Joel pulled away for a second before burying himself back into your warmth.

His digit moved rapidly in you, out and in until he could feel your insides tightening around his finger. He loves that feeling. Keeping it up, his lips suctioned on you, suckling and retaining your fluids. The taste of you is delicious, Joel never gets enough. You're making him an addict, ever since the two of you got together a few years back.

"Jesus- fuck- I'm going to—" you whimpered, digging your fingers into your own arms and Joel only sped his pace of both movements upwards. You arched slightly before that wonderful feeling of orgasm took over.

Your entire body pulsated as you climaxed. Joel slowed himself down, removing his finger from within you, now only leaving gentle lewd licks on your tired pussy.

Your legs were wobbly as you attempted to stand up straight, but Joel soon shut that down. His hands held you down, forcing you to bend back over. "I'm not through with you yet baby." You held your position.

Joel unbuttoned his jeans and shifted his briefs out of the way. You could hear it. You know what he's going to do. Whenever you spend your day stressed out, doing everything for everyone else just to end up in front of that laptop all day, it bothers him. He wants to make sure you're taking care of yourself.

And feeling good.

"You're going to stay right there and take it. Let me take care of you sweet thing."

All of the nicknames he has given you, you cherish. Treasure them close to your heart. They are from the deepest parts of him. He's the best man you could've possibly asked for.

You felt the tip of his member slide up and down through your pussy. You shivered, resting your head down on the top, keeping it on your arms. Joel smiled though you couldn't see. He loves the sight of you, all relaxed and ready for him. That's the way it should always be, he thinks.

Eventually, after collecting your wetness, he entered you. The push of his cock filling your clenched insides is one you'll never get anywhere else. Like pieces to a puzzle, you two fit together just right. "That's it baby," Joel huffed out, his hands holding onto your lower waist, "You feel fuckin' perfect. That's my girl." He's always talked you through sex.

You wouldn't have it any other way.

Thrusting in and out of you, he once again wasted no time. He moved roughly with a unique speed and rhythm. You moaned loudly, not being able to contain yourself. Your body reacts on its own. Joel's simply doing the work for that very reaction out of you. "Let me hear ya, c'mon pretty." You love when he calls you that.

His hand slid up your bare back beneath your shirt, caressing you. Making you at ease as he fucks your guts out. His girth doesn't make it easy to stay still. You could feel your pelvic area hitting the island repeatedly, surely it'll bruise. But you don't care. And neither does he, right now.

He'll apologize later.

That very hand that was once rubbing your back now went up to your hair, wrapping his and within it and tugging on it harshly. You winced and held on harder. His pumps into you were only becoming more rough and reckless, you can tell he’s only getting closer and closer to cumming.

When it comes to you, it never takes him too long. He’s too whipped to you.

He’s obsessed.

“Jesus fucking Christ baby,” he groaned and growled, “you’re so tight.” You smiled at his words. “I love you.” You called out. He let go of your hair and spanked you with passion. “Say it again.” Joel demanded. “I love you so so so much.” You panted, laying your head down once again. He gripped your ass cheeks before he then came inside of you, his stream filling your insides.

You giggled and turned around. Joel was already grinning. He pet your hair, feeling its dampness and smirking more so. “My girl.” He whispered to you. He pulled himself out of you, removing his pants fully. “Let’s take a shower then hit the hay baby, what do ya say?” He took your hand in his, hugging you and kissing the top of your head.

“Mhm, okay.” You yawned.

Joel bellowed.

“Sleepy girl…I’m sorry if I hurt you.”

There it is.

It was two days before Halloween, and you’ve been practically forcing your grumpy older boyfriend to do anything festive with you because he was typically a sour puss. You’ve spent long nights of scary movies, popcorn, and carving pumpkins together. Except the two of you bought pumpkins twice due to you butchering your first one so badly Joel couldn’t even tell what was supposed to be carved into the damn thing. He often acted disinterested even though you knew he secretly enjoyed these things with you. Little did you know, he had a surprise of his own he was brewing up for you. 

You were lying on your stomach in bed, legs flailing around playfully while scrolling on your phone, waiting for Joel to get home from work. “That’s weird..” You mumbled out to yourself, definitely expecting him to send you a text by now to let you know he’d be home late, the clock already reading 7:36PM. You sighed but stood up, glancing out of your bedroom window in hopes of spotting his beat-up pickup truck pulling into the driveway but no luck, instead slowly padding towards the bathroom to get ready to take a nice hot bath before dinner. 

It was nice, listening to the sound of pattering rain against the window, soothing you into a relaxed state. The smell of lavender bath salts surrounded you, letting out a deep sigh of appreciation until that short-lived relaxation was completely shattered by the sound of your phone ringing in the bedroom. Extremely irked, you rushed out of the tub, dripping water all over the floor with each step, at least thinking enough to grab your robe to throw on. Scrambling to answer the phone, seeing an “Unknown Number” pull up was enough to make you hesitate for just a second. “U-Um, hello?” You muttered nervously, hearing the deep breathing of a man on the other line made your stomach clench with fear.

“Maybe you oughta consider closing your blinds more often, sweetheart. Can see your cute little nipples straight through that robe..” His voice was gravelly, lowly rumbling into the phone, but you could recognize it from anywhere, the dots all connecting in your head when Joel mentioned having a surprise for you and that you’d have to be “patient.” But you played along, acting scared and hanging up the phone immediately. You rushed to close the blinds, glancing through the window to see a dark figure moving out of view instantly across the street. You felt a rush of fear and arousal, terrified yet your cunt was already throbbing with what your boyfriend was up to.

You scurried out of the bedroom, glancing around the house just to see nothing out of the ordinary, muttering to yourself how paranoid you’ve become within only a few minutes. That was until something caught your eye out of the backdoor, the gate to the backyard was wide open. This was odd considering Joel always pestered you about keeping it locked, perpetually concerned about your safety without fail. 

You made your way outside, wanting to quickly close it and get back to your bath soon. Your toes hit the grass, feeling the cool rain peppering down on you, making you shiver. Your heart beating out of your chest rapidly as you inched closer. You didn't hesitate though, slamming the gate closed quickly in order to get back inside sooner and out of the rain. You glanced through the gap in the gate, suspicion consuming you but your eyes could barely trace anything in the dark. Once you tried to turn around but you were instantly slammed against the fence, a large hand over your mouth.

“Stupid fuckin’ girl.. Those movies you always watch never teach ya’ nothin?” He grumbled, your body softening slightly at the sound of Joel’s voice. “Maybe y’wanted this.. Hm? Speak up slut.” He roughly ripped off your robe, pressing your cheek against the fence as he fumbled with his belt buckle, his breath hot against your ear. You glanced over your shoulder to see that he had a dark glint in his eyes, your skin instantly pricking with goosebumps. “N-No I don’t want this..” You lied to act resistive, your voice unsteady and that amused him. A chilling chuckle came from his mouth, gripping your waist tighter. “You. Do. Want. This.” He growled, shoving his pulsing dick in your soaked hole without warning, making you squeal with the sudden sensation of being filled to the brim.

His balls were slapping against you in a calculated rhythm, having no clue how his sixty-year-old body was handling this, but you couldn’t complain, that familiar fuzzy feeling seeping into your mind. You were unable to speak, mouth open yet, no sound escaping. His hips were hammering loudly, too caught up to even think of the neighbors peeking out of their window to see what that noise was. “We can’t, m-my.. My boyfriend.” You contested but that only made him fuck you harder, the grip on your hips bruising. “This pussy sure is suckin’ me in deep, y’sure ‘bout that?” He grunted, slipping a hand up to pinch your nipples roughly, mauling your breasts. “I think if your boyfriend saw, he’d understand that a real man needed to take care of ya.” You moaned in protest, trying to speak but only nonsensical words poured out. 

It wasn’t long until he made you cum hard, the tip of his cock knocking against your cervix, deeply rubbing your walls. “Mhm, cum for me, c’mon, cum f’me hard fuckin’ whore. Wanna feel this pussy squeeze m’cock. What a naughty slut for daddy, wantin’ my dick raw, wantin’ to take a complete stranger's cum without protection.” Your pussy clamped down, feeling him rearrange your guts was enough to scream, forcing him to cover your mouth, his other hand wrapping around your throat to stunt your breathing. He cursed under his breath, shooting thick ropes of cum into your tight hole, groaning your name until finally pulling out, running his fingers along your slit to show his appreciation for his cum oozing out of you. “Inside now.” He demanded, needing to get his girl on all fours in bed.

His thick length stood proudly, bobbing with need as he hovered over you from behind, pushing you roughly down into the bed, face down just as he pictured. “Want daddy to give your other hole some attention? I’m sure ya’ would love it, slut.” He slapped your ass roughly, leaving bright red marks in their wake. He then ran his thumb over the outer rim of your asshole, dipping the tip inside just to tease you. “This cute lil’ thing ready for me? T’put my dick in this pretty ass?” He brought down another sharp slap on your cheek, reaching around to rub fast circles on your clit, splitting your ass open as he pushed himself to the hilt, making you collapse into the soft mattress. “Yeeesss! Shit yes! Stretch me so good daddy.. Ruin my ass..” Your eyes rolled back, clutching the covers with both of your hands.

“So sexy f’me when you beg for it.. Want daddy t’fill you in both holes, don’tcha? He owns both of ‘em, gonna use ‘em until you’re leakin’ his cum down your sexy fuckin’ legs..” He growled deep in his throat, thrusting two of his large fingers into your cunt, scissoring them deeply. His thrusts picking up the pace at the sound of your squelching pussy, feeling his old seed from earlier coating them generously. “Tell daddy you’re his baby, fuckin’ say it whore!” He yelled, giving a cruel slap of punishment against your aching skin. “I’m yours! F-Fuck! I’m yours, just don’t stop.. Gonna cum all over your fingers!” His control snapped from your words, increasing the pace until his back felt like it could break. 

His cock began to twitch inside you, a telltale sign he was going to bust inside of you again, curling his fingers inside of your cunt to hit that spongy spot perfectly. “Yea, baby, squeeze that little hole ‘round my cock..” He praises you, sending you into the most intense orgasm of the night. Your pussy spasmed, body seizing up as you began to squirt all over his fingers, and the bed below them. Your vision whiting out from the intensity, limp and used up by him. He roared soon after, his hairy balls churning out more thick streams of cum deeply deposited into your ass. “Dirty girl, squirtin’ on old man dick.” He forcefully turned you around, pulling his slippery length out just to watch his nut dribble out of you and onto the bedsheets. He teasingly rubbed his cock through your slick folds, watching your face contort with sensitivity. “S’good, I love you.. Goddamn.” He spoke breathlessly, a lazy smile playing on your lips while holding onto his arm. Joel pushed a stray lock of hair away from your face, pulling you closely with that signature snicker of his.

you were joels wife and you were super hot headed, you could snap at absolutely any moment without a warning. you loved joel alot but sometimes the shit he does pissed you off which causes you to lash out on the poor guy, Your fists pounded uselessly against his broad chest, each hit weaker than the last. The sound echoed through the room, but he barely budged. Your breathing came in ragged gasps, your throat raw from screaming, tears blurring your vision until all you could make out was the outline of him standing there. Joel didn’t raise his voice. He didn’t flinch or shove you away. His jaw was tight, his brows drawn together as he watched you wear yourself out. There was something almost patient in his expression, like he knew this wasn’t really about the insults you were throwing at him. "Y’done?” he asked quietly, his deep voice cutting through the chaos. You only hit him again in response. That was when he sighed, reached forward, and gently caught both of your wrists before another punch could land. His grip was firm enough to stop you, but careful—never enough to hurt.

“What the fuck are you doing, Joel? Let me go!” you snapped, trying to pull your arms away from his grip. Your anger was still burning hot, your chest rising and falling with every harsh breath. You had so much to say, so many things you wanted him to understand, but the frustration was coming out louder than the words themselves. Joel didn’t yell back. He just stood there, then he wrapped his arms around your waist, watching you with that same steady look he always had. It only made you more irritated.

“Are you even listening to me?” you demanded, your voice cracking slightly. “Do you ever actually listen to what I’m saying, or do you just stand there acting like nothing bothers you?” For a moment, the room went quiet. Joel’s expression softened as he started peppering kisses on your jaw and your neck. "babydoll calm down girl. all tensed up and shit." you looked up at him with frustration and anger. "did you even hear half of what i said you moron!? i hate you so much you dont even listen to-" joel pecked your lips, cutting you off abruptly. "why did you marry me then hm?" your words died in your throat as you let out a little weak grunt. he continued his kissing and pecking

As the sun sets, the excitement starts to sink in, your heart starts to pound and you can’t stop running around the house, not knowing exactly what to do. There’s only one person who can bring you to this type of madness: Joel Miller. 

When you arrived at Jackson with Tommy after he found you were being attacked by a horde of clickers, Joel was the first person you saw, standing there, leaning against one of the poles next to the big gate. You remember like if it happened a couple of minutes ago, it took your breath away: his gray hair perfectly cut, just as his thick and gray beard, wrinkled grumpy face and strong build; after seeing him, you couldn’t take him out of your mind. Yesterday, after a year of flirting and you trying too hard, he finally asked you out, like it was the most difficult thing to do - asking a woman out. 

You’re dressed to kill, even though that is not the goal here, probably just for pleasure. A black dress that hugs your curves, knee length and a slight cleavage to show enough. 

He shows up right on time at your doorstep, you don’t waist no time to open the door. He’s handsome as always, his gray hair perfectly combed, he wears a deep green bottom-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up showing the veins on his arms, his denim pants a little tight cowboy style. 

There is a nervousness in the way he runs a hand through his hair when he sees you. He smiles, soft, genuine, the kind of smile that crinkles the corner of his eyes, the way you loved.  

“Evenin’, darlin’.” his voice is low and warm, he takes your hand thumb brushing your knuckles before bringing it up for a small kiss.

“Evening, Joel!” you blush

You stroll down the streets of Jackson side by side, attracting some glances from a few residents, and you sense Joel’s nervousness, so you squeeze his hand in a way to comfort him. 

The only option you both have for the first date is Stiegiers Restaurant & Bar. Joel opens the door so you can enter the place, his hand on the small of your back, such a gentleman. Jane, the resident that works there, takes you to the wooden table. You see Joel speed a little bit so he can reach your chair before you can, he pulls it so you can seat. 

“Thank you, Joel!” you’ve never been treated that way 

“Ain’t no trouble at all” his answer comes after he seats

The sweet way his eyes meet yours, make you shiver. He glances at the menu, not many options, but well, you live in the apocalyptical world. You choose the steak with french fries, and he orders after you, the same. 

“So, Joel, have you ever thought about what you’d be doing if the world hadn’t gone to shit?” you whisper

“Maybe still buildin’ houses” he replies “Somethin’ steady, that lasts.”

“That’s what you did, right? Before it all?”

“Yeah, I had a business with Tommy.” he shrugs “Lazy bastard never liked early mornin’s though.”

You laugh, you’ve never met this side of Tommy, he is so engaged in everything here in Jackson, maybe Maria has a lot to do with it.

“And what about you?” 

“Maybe I would open my own business, maybe a coffee shop or a clothing store.” when you speak he listens like you are the most important thing ever, paying attention to every word “My mom had a coffee shop and I used to help her.” 

“Well, ain’t that sweet,.” he says, thumb brushing over your knuckles “I’d sure be a loyal client, I love coffee, and with an owner like you, not hard at all.” 

“I would serve you the best and would not charge for it.” 

“You’d go broke in a week, darlin’.” you both giggle

The food arrives at the table and you eat while still talking about life before the outbreak and before you met. Even though you knew each other and sometimes did rounds together, you never had real conversation, just the basics. And you can see how great of a man he is, most of the time the foolish smile is on your face, the way he makes you laugh and blush, the way he looks at you, you are melting inside.

Joel offers his arm for you to hold on the walk back home, it takes a little longer than it is supposed to. When you get there, he is ready to leave, but the night is not over for you. 

As he leans in to give you a kiss on your cheek you turn your face and your lips touch, softly at first, but then your tongue asks permission to get inside his mouth, and he gives it. His strong arms go down to your waist, pulling you close, his beard brushing on your face. As your bodies are pressed together you feel the heat overwhelming you.

Without parting lips you wrap your arms on his neck and his hand cups one side of your cheek. You can feel that he is feeling heated as well. Your tongues dance and explore each other's mouths, savoring every bit of it. You run one of your hands through his hair. For the first time you two stop to breathe, foreheads pressed together.

“Joel, would you like to stay a bit more and have a glass of wine with me?” your voice is soft and deliberate.

“Sure thing, darlin’. One glass won’t hurt nobody.”

He enters the house with you and leans on the counter while you grab the glasses on the top cabinet, stretching your arms deliberately, knowing your dress will show a little more skin. You hand it over to him, and again bend down to take the wine, your cabinet door makes that creaky sound, but as always you ignore it. But Joel doesn’t, he goes to you and analyses it. 

“Want me to fix it for you?” his gaze in your eyes, fuck, this is so nice of him, so fucking hot.

“Not right now, maybe tomorrow, if you have time.” you rest your hand on his “C’mon, I have a CD that you might like.”

You grab his hand and drag him to your living room. Joel gets comfortable on your couch and you go and put on your Johnny Cash album. You see him humming at some songs.

“So, any ex girlfriends I should worry about here in Jackson?” you bite you lip as resting your feet on the coffee table

“No, sweetheart. You are the first woman I’ve taken out in a long, long time.” 

Your head turns to him, in shock. No way, this man… How it is possible that he never had anyone here? 

God, now, the light shines on his beautiful and strong features, making things to your body. Your body turns to him and you kiss him again. His mouth fits perfectly into yours, it tastes like wine. Flesh and Blood start playing, and you part lips. 

“This is my favorite” you shake your body softly and start singing: 

“And when this day was ended, I was still not satisfied I knew everything I touched would wither and one day die and love was all that would remain and grow from all these seed; Flesh and blood need flesh and blood and you’re the one I need”.

“Nice voice, darlin’” he pulls you again to give you a quick kiss on the lips “I might play guitar for you one day and you can sing it again.”

“I will love it.”

You pull Joel in for a kiss again, more deep, passionate, filled with desire. The thought of his hand on a guitar, playing for you makes you insane. You feel again the same heat from before taking over you. Without thinking you climb on to his lap, cupping his face, you kiss his neck, and feel the bulk underneath you, he wanted it too. Your hand enjoys the feeling of his chest above his shirt and his own grip your waist. But all of a sudden he moves his face back, and takes a deep breath.

“Hey, we ain’t gotta do nothin’ if you ain’t ready” his hot breath filled with alcohol make you twitch “I’m happy just kissin’ you.”

“Joel, I want this, I waited ages to get you here.” you kiss him again “I need you now” your voice muffled to the skin of his neck.

“Alright then, but I’ll take my time with you, wanna to do it right.” you melt on his hoarse voice saying these words

Joel rises from the couch with you still on his lap and stroll to your bedroom. Your lips pressed together. He places you on the bed, carefully and softly like you can break at any second. The thought that you might be his first for a while makes you more wet, if that could be possible. You unbutton his shirt and take a good look at his abs and broad shoulders, so fucking hot, this is all yours tonight, and hopefully for more than one night. 

“You look so damn good, Joel, my God” you smirk at him

He does not take your dress, you do it, slowly, teasing. Joel’s gaze on your body is intense and long. You lay down and he gets on top of you.

“What a body you got under all that, better than I ever imagined.”  

“C’mon, touch it then.” you grab his hand and put it on you.

Joel does not say a word, he runs his hand on your body and then kisses your neck. His head goes straight to your pussy, his hot breath and the sight of him between your legs make you sigh. He gives you a kiss before removing your panties. 

His big and hot mouth does not waste any time and wraps your whole pussy, taking it all. You moan loud and can feel his smile against you. His tongue works on you, sliding and circling. His mouth opens up and sucks you strongly, your whole body is overwhelmed with goosebumps. Joel continues eating you out, his tongue exploring you and giving the right attention to each spot. Like you are a pot of water in the desert and he doesn’t know when he’ll get another one.

It crashes into you, the wave of pleasure and you scream out his name, he keeps his mouth on you and feels you come in his mouth, savouring your taste, taking it all. Your muscles clenching on his tongue. He is not satisfied, and that surprises you, he starts again, circling your clit. 

“Fuck, babe!” your hands grip his hair 

“Wanna feel you come again. Can’t get enough of your taste.” 

His mouth works on you again, sucking and this time he softly bites on your clit, the feeling of his teeth make you come again, pulling his hair. The only sound in the room is from your whimpering and moaning. Joel keeps going, and you really believe now that his life depends on you coming in his mouth. Each time it comes easier but more intense.

“You are perfect, darlin’. I could stay right here, in between your thighs the whole damn day and wouldn’t be enough. So sweet.”

“Joel, I need you to fuck me.” you pull his head to you, giving him a kiss and tasting yourself in his mouth.

You take his pants releasing his big, thick and pulsing cock, then turn into all fours, you wanted him to control you like the big man he is. He rubs the tip of it on your overstimulated pussy, he does it until he feels you come again, whispering his name. Then he pushes himself into you, the feeling of him filling you up, fitting perfectly but still having to move your hips to adjust to his size, is unbelievable.

Joel takes his time, he hits you deep, slow and steady, one of his hand holding your hip and the other one spread on the small of your back, pulling and pushing, you beg for him to fuck you hard, but he wants to enjoy every second of it. His cock goes back and forth, his hips guiding it. And you help him, grinding. His grunting are becoming louder each second, just as your moans. 

He kisses the nape of your neck, sending shivers down your spine, then bends so his big rough fingers reach your clit, filling you with pleasure. Every time you saw his hands you thought of that, of how it would feel against your wet pussy. Joel works softly on your clit and still thrusts deep, and then it hits you once more.

“Fuck!!” you scream out “Joel Miller!”

“That’s it, call my name, baby. Come for me over and over.”

You are so worn out, but still wanting more, wishing he could fuck you like that forever, eager but with no rush. You decide to be in control, so you push him out of you and turn around, pulling him to you and kissing him as you lay him down. Knees hold his hips and you move your hip down on him, straddling with control, looking at his beautiful face, you want to have this privileged view when he comes inside of you. 

The sway of your hips back and fourth, up and down, smirking at him and burring your nails on his bare chest. How could he make you wait so long to go on a date? You bend yourself to reach his mouth, kissing and giving him space so he could also fuck you. His hand on your ass while he thrusts up into you, reaching you deeper and deeper each time, your boobs bouncing on his face and you feel his breathing on your skin. You give into the pleasure wave once more, orgasming on top of him and moaning in his ear, that makes him come right after letting a feral groan, you stay straddling until he begs you to stop. 

Joel pulls you to himself, hugging you tight, your sweat body gluing to his. His hand stroking your hair gently. You both struggle to breathe and you can feel his heart beating so fast you swear he could die right now. You collapse to his side on the bed, sheets soaked, his arm still holding your neck as he kisses your sweat head and you retribute with a kiss on his cheek.

“Damn, you are perfect, darlin’” he whispers, still trying to catch his breath

“I can say the same about you, God, why did you take so long to ask me out?” you turn your head to glance over to him

“You are so damn beautiful, what would you want with an old cranky man like me?” 

“Jesus! This handsome and gentle old cranky man, who made me come almost ten times tonight?” you laugh “I dreamt about this night ever since I saw you for the first time.”

“Me too, darlin’.” he smiles sitting up

He grabs a towel from your bathroom and cleans his cum off of your body soft and gentle, kissing your body in the process. You two just put your underwear on and lay down on the bed, his body cuddling you.

“You want me to leave or can I spend the night?” he says softly blowing one strain from your hair 

“I don’t think you have to even ask, I would love to sleep by your side.” you turn around and kiss him, a sloppy and tired kiss.

“Ain’t used to sharing a bed, so I am sorry in advance”

“It is better than sleeping alone, I can tell you that.” your gaze is on his beard moving with his mouth

“I bet it is, especially with you.”

You fall asleep in his arms, really cozy and warm. The most amazing feeling in the world. 

Before the light even reaches your eyes you feel Joel’s mouth brushing against the bare skin of your shoulders, sending goosebumps all over your body. You sigh in relief that last night was not a dream. He continues his kisses to your cheek and when you turn around your lips touch softly.

“Mornin’, darlin’” he says with his eyes running all over your face like he wanted also make sure he was not dreaming

“Oh my God, you are really here.” your hand touches his face and he rubs his bearded cheeks against it

“Flesh and Blood, my dear.”

“That is all I need.” you grin 

“May I make us breakfast?” he takes a strain of your hair and places it behind your ear “Ain’t never left a lady hungry in the mornin’ after a night like that.”

“What a gentleman you are, Joel Miller. And I would never refuse another minute with you.”

“Only with the ones I care about.” 

Both of you get dressed, Joel denied taking a shower before leaving for work arguing that he wanted to stay the day with you all over him. You sit at the table and watch as he makes you scrambled eggs and toasts. His strong built body moving around your kitchen slowly, his strong biceps working on the eggs, you wish none of you had to work today. 

He sits with you and shares stories while sharing breakfast, you can get used to him here everyday, but then you remind yourself this was the first date, but he wanted to spend the night and cooked you breakfast, so it has to mean something. Something good. 

“Darlin’ mind if I stop by later to fix that cabinet door?” the smirk full of intentions playing in his lips when he takes the last bite of his toast

“Absolutely, I have a lot of things to fix here, so maybe I will need you more often.” your eyebrow raise 

“Count on me, sweetheart.”

Before he leaves he raises your hand and kisses it, like the first contact you had last night, but now, his lips meet yours, sealing the perfect first date. You pull him closer and kiss him deeper.

“Be back soon.”