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“Baby?” The southern drawl flooded my ears and I looked at my shut bedroom door, knowing the man standing on the other side probably looked like a dog with his tail between his legs.
A man who had been around since before I was born, a man who was there for me when my father was too drunk to actually be a dad. The man who taught me how to drive in his pickup truck when I turned sixteen. The man who hauled ass to the nearest florist to get me a corsage when my date for my senior prom ghosted me the day of prom and I was left crying on my doorstep. The man who picked me up from the airport when I came back for Christmas break from University when my father forgot to pick me up. The man who picked me up from a shitty dive bar when I was underage and beyond plastered with no one else to call.
Joel Miller had known my father for decades, going to high school with him and some of their other buddies that frequented the house on Saturday nights. Tonight was no different, it was about three in the afternoon and my father had probably been drinking since about one. I had walked downstairs in a pair of red gingham shorts that stopped around my mid thigh and had white lace around the legs and I had paired a white cropped tank with the shorts. Upon seeing me my father kept out a scoff.
‘Pulling out all the stops when I say the guys are coming over?’ His words stung as soon as I heard them and I looked over at him on the couch as I stood in the open doorway to the living room. ‘It’s blistering outside.’ I had replied while crossing my arms in front of me, I had no plans on going out and was just going to spend the night in my room reading while his friends were over drinking and watching whatever ball game was on TV. ‘University taught you about dressing for attention?’ The words made me feel sick when they rang through my ears. My father already hated the fact that I had decided to go to school in California, calling it a liberal’s wet dream. He did not understand what I planned to do in the world majoring in Philosophy and English and thought the whole thing was a waste of time.
Not Joel, he was different about the situation, he listened to me talk about all the amazing books I read at school when he picked me up a few times from the airport. He never called my education unnecessary or dumb, he let me talk his ear off about everything I was doing in my classes. He even asked questions about how it was going and about what I liked about each class.
When I began arguing with my father about University I had no idea that Joel was even in the house. No idea that he would walk out of the garage door in the kitchen, walk straight in that open hallway between the kitchen and living room right when my father would yell about how much of a waste I was and how I was a spitting image, a reminder of my mother. When I heard Joel’s heavy footsteps into the space holding a case of Miller Lite’s, ironic I know, and saw his eyes widen the same time my face dropped at my father’s words I had no thoughts in my mind other than to run. Which is exactly what I did. I turned with tears flooding my eyes and ran up the stairs to my room, closing my bedroom door quickly and hurling myself onto my bed.
Part of me was upset about my father’s insults but some other part of me was more embarrassed, embarrassed Joel had witnessed the exchange. Embarrassed that Joel would be thinking of me differently now. I curled up on my bed, wrapping my arms around one of the pillows on my bed as soft sobs wracked my body. How could I have been so naive?
That was when I heard his voice, the thick southern drawl broke me from my crying, the nickname I had heard all my life that always felt so soft when he said it.
“Baby? Can I come in?” Joel’s voice sounded concerned from the other side of the door and all I could offer was a pathetic ‘Yeah’ between soft sobs.
My back was to the door as I was curled on top of my bed and I heard the door slowly creaking open and just as it was opened it was quickly closed. I listened to his boots close the distance between the door and my bed in a few steps and I felt my bed dip as he sat on the edge of it.
“He shoulda never said those things to you darlin’.” Joel’s voice flooded my ears and I kept my face buried in the pillow I was clutching as I faced away from him, not having the heart to look at anyone in my current state. I felt one of his large hands clasp on my shoulder, his touch soft and comforting as he spoke again. “Baby, don’t cry ova’ that, they’re just words. He’s off his rocker.”
I nodded into the pillow sniffling softly trying to regain what little composure and dignity I had left.
“Look at me darlin’ wanna see that face of yours.” His words were soft and exactly the comfort I needed in that moment. I twisted in the bed, turning to face him but still hugging my pillow like it was my lifeline, I lifted my head to look up at Joel and I saw a thin smile across his face as he looked down at me. “There she is.”
”Hi.” I said softly avoiding his eyes by looking anywhere else on his face. His nose with his nose bridge that could cut someone’s eye out. His soft wrinkles around his eyes. His graying beard and hair that ended in soft curls at the tips.
”Eyes darlin’ you know it’s disrespectful not to look someone in their eyes while talking.” Joel tutted at me as his fingers moved from my shoulder to my chin, tilting my head up slightly before withdrawing his hand.
If there was one thing that was important to Joel that I had learned over the years, it was respect. Joel loved manners and respect, he had drilled a saying into the back of your head when you were growing up, manners maketh man. I looked into his eyes, the usual cold eyes were a warm brown today.
“Sorry you had to..see that..” I said softly looking into his eyes nervously, the eye contact was surprisingly intimidating this time, not the usual casual eye contact that came with chatting to Joel.
“Sit up darlin’ need to talk to you.” Joel said, pulling me up to sit up in the middle of my bed. “You didn’t do anything wrong, your father is…well you know how he is. A right hard headed asshole. You have nothing to be sorry about, my sweet girl.”
“Thank you Joel.” I said softly before scooting to sit on the edge of the bed next to him. “For everything you’ve done for me, though.”
”Oh darlin’ I wouldn’t trade you for the world.” His words carried meaning you could never understand but they made your heart warm and your lips curve into a small smile. “For the record, I thought your outfit was cute.”
“Thank you Joel.”
”Now, enough mopey shit, yeah? Let’s get your face cleaned up and back downstairs.” Joel said standing up and grabbing my hand and pulling me up as well.
“Don’t wanna go back down there, think I’ll stay up here the rest of the night when the others come over too.” I say softly sniffling the rest of my tears away.
“Oh hush now darlin’ let’s go.” Joel’s voice was like a lasso as it pulled me out of bed.
I stood up and stood by him as he looked down at me smiling. His hand moved to the small of my back and guided me out of my room to the bathroom down the hall. Joel opened the door and his hand flicked on the light switch, the cackle of the bathroom light turned on and I felt his hand on my back push me into the bathroom. I walked in and sat on the edge of the bathtub looking up at Joel as he opened the cabinet and pulled out a rag.
Joel ran the rag under cold water and wrung it out before turning back to me. He kneeled down on one knee in front of me and ran the cloth under my eyes and around my cheeks. Washing any traces of tears from my face as I looked up at him. The hand that did not have a rag was cupping my face, his fingertips were spayed across the side of my throat as his thumb lightly ran back and forth on the side of my cheek.
“There we go, now no more tears ya hear me baby?” Joel asks, his southern drawl filling my ears as he turns, hanging the rag over the side of the sink and looking down at me.
I nod and I feel Joel’s hand grab my wrist and pull me up. We both walk out of the restroom and he flicks the light off behind us. He walks me back to my bedroom with a hand on my lower back guiding me. I pause in my doorway and turn to look up at Joel.
”I’m going to take a short nap…thank you for coming up here Joel…I’ll see you downstairs later?” I say softly looking up at him with a tired smile.
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”Get some rest darlin’ and I’ll make sure you wake up to eat some dinner later.” I say as I run a hand over her shoulder, brushing a strand of hair out of her face and tucking it behind her ear.
“Thank you Joel.” Her voice was soft and angelic in my ears and I smiled softly at her thanks.
I looked down at her with a soft smile and nodded my head. Her eyes looked up at me through her eyelashes before she turned around to walk back into her bedroom and close the door. When I heard the click shut I turned to walk back downstairs into the living room where her father was sitting on the couch with a Miller Lite in his hand. A few of the other guys had appeared and I sat down on a recliner and looked over at them on the couch.
“Where were you Miller?” One of the guys, Bill, asks when he sees me.
“Bathroom.” I say looking over at him, it wasn’t a lie, more so a half answer.
“You up there checking on the brat?” Her father asks me, throwing me a look and I roll my eyes when I hear him mention you in such a way.
”She seemed upset, wanted to check on her.” I mutter gruffly as I turn to look at the TV, some basketball game playing that I couldn’t pay attention to.
“She’s had you wrapped around her finger her whole life.” Bill tsk’s clinking his beer with one of the other guys on the table before chugging half of it at once.
I rolled my eyes in response and looked towards the TV in the center of the room. Yet she stayed on my mind the whole time, while others came in and joined the growing crowd in the living room. While they cheered when a team scored, whatever team, no idea, I was worried about her instead.
They were somewhat right, before when she was in high school it was different than it was now. I lost my own daughter and her mother long before, and part of me felt the need to take care of her as if she was my own.
My own.
Mine.
I knew the type of man her father was, saw it at work, saw it in his house, and even saw it in his eyes. I knew he would never help her in her life, never be a stable figure in it. I took it upon myself to teach her how to drive in one of my old pickup trucks when she turned sixteen. I would never forget her giggles as they filled my ears when we were hauling ass down the Texas backroads as she sped down them and I gripped the ‘oh shit’ handle until my knuckles turned white.
Or the rage I felt when her father called me to come over the night of her senior prom when she got stood up by her date and her own father could not calm her down as she sobbed. I jumped into my boots and hauled ass in my truck to the nearest grocery store to pick up flowers. I even convinced one of the sweet checkout ladies to help me make a corsage from the flowers and one of their bracelets. I showed up and my heart broke when I saw her face, tear stained and makeup running, because of some immature guy at her school. I walked in with the small bouquet and corsage and presented them to her as I kneeled in front of the stairs looking up at her.
“Don’t cry about some immature kid, go have fun with your girlfriends. You don’t need a guy to escort you. Hell, I’ll drop you off in my truck darlin.”
The way her face lit up when she saw the flowers and listened to me made my heart warm. She thanked me all night when I dropped her off at her prom, thanked me for the flowers and makeshift corsage, and thanked me for helping her when her father just stared at her
dumbfounded. I would walk to the end of the Earth for her and back if she wanted me to, to take care of her like she was forced to take care of her father her whole life.
A few hours had passed and someone had ordered a shit ton of pizza, while everyone was eating I grabbed a paper plate, not sure what to grab I grabbed a slice of cheese and pepperoni and stood up.
“You takin’ that upstairs?” Her dad asked me as he looked up at me from the couch.
“Told her I would bring her some dinner, she wasn’t too keen on coming down here tonight.” I said gruffly looking at him.
”What happened to her?” Bill chimed in looking at her father and I.
“The usual, she was trying to dress like a whore so I had to step in.” Her father said and I saw red. I put up with a lot of that man’s shit, but when he speaks about women that way, her especially, is where the line in the sand is.
“You are an absolute asshole. How can you talk about your daughter that way?” I say glaring at her dad.
He was astonished, looked at me like I had a second head growing out of my neck, and I rolled my eyes.
“Can’t even call yourself a fucking father.” I spat at him before turning to walk upstairs. The worst part of it was, they were all too drunk to remember anything I just said. It was like speaking to a wall with them.
I left the living room with the plate and walked into the kitchen. I walked over to the practically empty fridge, I would have to fill that up for her sake at least, and grabbed a water bottle from the door. I walked up to her room and knocked softly on her door.
“Hey darlin, you up?” I asked, leaning against the doorframe. I heard soft shuffling and before long the door clicked open and I saw her sleepy figure appear.
“Hi Joel.” She yawned and I was probably smitten in that moment, her soft cheeks and doll-like eyes that looked up at me sent me over the moon.
“One of the guys ordered pizza, thought I would bring you some, and I grabbed water for you as well.” I smiled down at her as she blinked the sleep out of her eyes. “Can I come in?”
She nodded and stepped to the side, yawning quietly again into her side, and opening the door wider. I walked in and sat on the edge of her bed ,watching her close the door and move to sit on the bed next to me.
“Thank you for bringing me this Joel.” She said softly, taking the water bottle from the bed and taking a long drink before looking down at the plate of pizza I was holding in my lap.
“Of course darlin, wasn’t sure what kind you would want so thought cheese and pepperoni would be a safe bet.” I smiled as I looked down at her. She reached for the plate and I tsk’ed before moving the plate away from her. “It’s okay, I got it.”
I picked up one of the slices and held it out infront of her, waiting for her to hesitantly move her mouth forward and take a bite. While she chewed I lowered the slice for a second and looked at her. I mentally noted the way she took a bite of the slice while looking up at him, the way her eye contact never wavered. Thank God for the thick denim I was wearing. We continued this dance of ours, I fed her one and a half slices before she said she had enough and I set the plate on her nightstand and grabbed a handkerchief from my pocket and held it out to her.
“Wipe your face, doll.” She murmured a soft ‘thank you’ as she took the handkerchief and wiped her face softly. My mind swirled with thoughts as she wiped her mouth and held the piece of fabric in her lap staring down at it. “Something on your mind?”
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There was no way I could ever have the ‘yeah just thinking about how I’m crushing on one of my dad’s friends that I have known practically forever and how big his dick must be’ conversation with Joel Miller right now. I looked over at him and shook my head softly trying to ignore the fact that I was definitely blushing slightly now.
“No, just thinking about what happened earlier again.” I half lied to Joel, it was true that it never left my mind, but it was not at the forefront of my mind recently.
“You know…” Joel’s thick voice was like honey as it ran through me. “…could always tell when you were lyin’ sweet girl.”
”I’m not…not lying.” I hesitate for a moment avoiding his eyes.
“Darlin…” His voice dropped as he brought a hand up to cup my chin and force me to look up at him while my breath hitched. “Look at me.”
”Joel…how did you know…who you wanted to be with when you were younger?” I asked looking up into his eyes, not by choice, but by that dumb…big, thick, calloused…firm hand holding my chin in place.
“What’s all this about Doll? You askin’ about Sarah’s mom?” His voice softened compared to what it was before when he made me look up at him.
“Maybe, just…how did you know she was the one for you?”
Joel’s eyes darkened as he looked at me and his smile thinned.
“That’s complicated sweetheart…we knew each other in high school…tried the whole dating thing then it fell out. We reconnected a few years later and out popped Sarah. Her mother wasn't always in her right mind. After Sarah was born we would argue so much until one night we went to sleep and I woke up to a note saying she was moving back to New York with her Mother.”
“So it was because you guys had a history?” I asked softly, tilting my head up at him. I saw the way his eyes looked down at mine like he was trying to figure out what I was thinking.
“Mostly yeah, we saw each other one night at a bar after a few years of no connection. Reconnected that night and…well…Sarah came nine months after that.” Joel had a thick laugh as he seemed to recall the memory of Sarah’s mom.
“How old was she when you got with her?” I asked softly, looking up into his eyes as I asked. His eyes darkened slightly and his hand tucked a strand of hair behind my ear; after tucking the strand his hand rested on my cheek for a second before shaking his head.
“What’re you tryna’ get at, sweet girl?” His voice was thick and a bit rough as he spoke down at me.
“Just curious is all.” I say softly avoiding his eyes as a light blush dusts my cheeks.
“Darlin’, look at me…why are you asking so many questions about my relationships?” His voice was smooth as whiskey as it flooded my ears.
“What if I did some reflection after what happened earlier…realized a few things about myself.”
“You comin’ out as gay sweetheart? I know we’re in Texas and all, but you can tell me these things. I’ll always be here for you.” His voice didn’t waiver and when I realized he was being serious I let out a soft laugh at how sweet and understanding he was trying to be.
“No Joel…im not…no… I was going to ask if I could ever be more than just your friend's daughter to you.” I take a deep breath anticipating the rejection from him, waiting for the sting of being rejected.
“Sweet girl, I'm way too old for you. It wouldn’t be proper for a man of my age to corrupt such an innocent little thing like you.” His eyes were slightly wide as he looked down at me and I shook my head softly.
“No you’re not…it’s okay…it could be a little secret between us.” I say scooting towards him, looking up at him with soft eyes. “There…isn’t much to corrupt Joel.”
“Oh baby, it ain’t proper, not one bit.” He says scooping my chin up in his hand and running his rough calloused fingers that had no business being so soft against my cheek.
“Joel…need this…I know you could give me what I need.” I say softly, almost pleading with my tone, as I look up at Joel. “I know you could give me a lot more than any boys my age.”
Joel took a sharp breath as his grip on my chin slightly tightened.
“I would devote my life to taking care of you sweet girl, I would walk the ends of the earth…” His voice warmed my heart as I looked up at him as he rambled. “I know you’d be such a good girl too, wouldn’t you, sweet thing?”
I blushed lightly at his words and nodded quickly in response as I shifted to sit on the edge of the bed facing him with crossed legs.
“We could try this out. An ‘us’ thing…” I say softly looking up at him, trying to gauge a response from him. “Nothing crazy…we could make it work.”
“Baby…it isn’t right.” Joel says standing up and raking a hand through his salt and peppered hair as he sighed softly. “It wouldn’t be proper.”
I got up from the bed slowly and moved to stand in front of him, positioning myself between his slightly opened knees.
“I heard you the first time you said that Joel…” I hummed softly looking down at him now, I saw the way his hands played on the seams of his jeans like he was aching to reach out to me. “Just…once is all im asking…one time and we never have to talk about it again,”
”Baby…listen to yourself.” Joel’s voice was thick in my ears and I felt one of his hands reach up to lightly grasp my wrist. His other hand came up and he grabbed both my hands together in his, holding them in between us. “We can’t do that baby, you know why.”
“Please Joel, I need you in ways I had no idea even existed.” My voice came out like a plea, I could hear it in my own ears. I took a shaky breath before stepping closer to him. “Was thinking about you last night Joel, while my hand was trailing between my thighs.”
“Sweetheart…” His voice dropped, deeper now than before as he looked up at him, it came out like a warning. “Don’t do this, there is no coming back from this. You can’t take things like this back.”
”Telling the truth Joel, all night…all I could think about was you.” I said softly as I saw his eyes scanning over me, I could see it in his eyes, his walls slowly breaking at my words.
“One night. Right now. We will not talk about it again.” His voice was stern as he spoke. He stood up, moving his grasp on my wrists to shift both of them in one hand, still holding them in between us. “Get on the bed baby.”
His voice was laced with authority and as soon his fingers dropped my wrists I stepped beside him to get on the bed.
I sat on the edge and looked up at him as he faced away from me for a second, his shoulders flexed under his shirt and I bit back the gasp that threatened to leave my lips. He turned around and looked down at me before he motioned back with a flick of his hand. Without saying a word I knew what he meant and I scooted back on my bed until I was sitting with my legs extended in the middle of it.
”Darlin’ you have no idea what you’re doing to me right now, even thinking about what I’m going to do to you right now is driving me wild.” His voice was thick like honey as he stepped forward, his knees hitting the edge of my bed before he looked me over again, his mouth moving into a slight upward smile. “You’re gonna be a good girl for me right? Keep your voice down? Don’t want any of your daddy’s friends hearing you, we’re not putting on a show for them sweet girl.”
He learned forward, sliding a knee up between my legs as he hovered above me. His finger tips slid under the waist of my shorts and his fingers hooked into the band, I nodded and lifted my hips slightly for him to pull them down. His breath hitched when he got them off and on the floor and he looked up at me, his eyes softening.
“You are just…adorable angel.” His words brought an immediate blush to my cheeks as I looked away slightly. “Uh uh sweetheart, eyes up here.” He said when he saw me beginning to look away, he brought a hand and gripped my chin between his thumb and index finger, pulling my eyes back to his.
“Want you to be a good girl and come undo my belt for me.” He said as he moved to stand back on the edge of my bed.
I nodded and scooted up towards him, sitting on my knees as I brought my shaky hands towards his belt.
”Nervous baby? You asked for this, remember?” His words mocked me and I nodded in response as I looked up into his dark eyes.
“I did.” I murmured softly as I undid his belt buckle. His thick calloused hands met mine as he pulled his belt out with one quick motion and tossed it on the floor next to my discarded shorts.
“Go ahead baby, take out what you wanted.” His instructions were just the right amount of demeaning and encouraging to make me eagerly bring my hands up to his jeans. Pushing them down along with his boxers until his cock sprung free in front of me, I must have made an audible noise because Joel chuckled above me, a hand cupping my cheek and pulling my eyes back up towards him. “Like what you see baby?”
I nodded quickly looking up at him, Joel Miller was packing serious business, length and girth. The hand cupping my cheek brought my face closer to his cock and I could feel his eyes staring down at me.
“Open that pretty mouth baby.” His words melted my brain as I quickly opened my mouth, sticking my tongue out and looking up at him through my eye lashes. “ Such a good girl, so eager and ready for me, mhm?”
I couldn’t say anything because his other hand was wrapping itself through my hair, giving me a makeshift ponytail and he brought my mouth over his cock, slowly until I felt him hit the back of my throat and I gagged lightly at the contact.
“God damn baby…almost came right there.” Joel chuckled softly above me and I looked up through my eyelashes as he kept himself fully in my mouth, completely stilled now. My nose was pressed into his pubic hair and I could feel my throat accommodating to his length as my eyes slightly watered. “I’m gonna move slowly baby, then I’ll speed up a little if I can see you can handle it…” He trailed off slightly as he pulled me back until just the tip was between my lips, slightly prodding my mouth open. “If you ever can’t handle it, you hit my thigh and I will stop immediately, okay baby?”
I nodded as I looked up at him, my mouth tilting to somewhat of a smile around him. He smiled down at me before tightening his grip on my hair and dropping the hand on my cheek and pushing my mouth back down until he was in the back of my throat again. He started a slow pace of pulling me up and down on his cock, hitting the back of my throat with every motion. Eventually his other hand came back up, cupping my cheek as his thumb swiped away a stray tear.
“You look so pretty, sweet girl, your cheeks are so puffy around my cock, doing such a good job.” His praise went straight to my cunt, the warming sensation growing between my thighs. “God baby, if ya keep going like this and looking at me with those pretty eyes, I wont last long enough to properly fuck you into pieces.”
After a few more quick snaps of his hips he pulled me off, his hand in my hair untangling itself and he took a deep breath looking down at me, hungrily.
“Lay down sweetheart, and take off that lil tank top for me.” His command was immediately followed by my body before I could even put a second thought to it.
I slipped my tank top off, tossing it onto the floor as I scooted to the middle of my bed again laying down. I watched him walk around to the other end of my bed. He stepped out of his pants and boxers that were previously around his ankles and he looked at me before pulling his shirt over his head. I let out the little gasp this time for sure, and he smiled as he climbed on top of my bed, kneeling in front of me while I propped myself up on my forearms to look at him.
“God baby, I was going to fuck that pussy but…” He pauses as he hooks a finger into the band of my panties and slides them down my thighs, I lift a leg to help him slip them fully off and I watch him toss them into our growing pile of clothes on my bedroom floor. “I really wanna taste her first, can I taste your pussy sweetheart?”
I bite back a whimper as I nod.
“Please Joel.”
He smiled and like a switch flipped he quickly wrapped both his hands around my thighs and pulled me towards him as he kneeled on my bed. He pulled me close to him, holding me open by my thighs and pulled my hips up until they were off my bed and against his chest. I could feel the shift in Joel as he dipped his face down between my thighs. His nose rubbed against me as he licked a long strip up my pussy, shivers running down my spine as he did.
“Fuck, you’re delicious sweetheart.” He said before he fully engulfed himself in me.
His tongue lapped at me as if he was a starved man, and he might as well have been with the way he didn’t come up for air. Eventually once I started squirming in his grasp one of his hands peel itself off my thigh, looking my leg over his shoulder before his hand slipped between us. He brought his head back up and I whimpered at the loss of contact. I looked down at him and saw his beard and mouth glistening with my liquids and even his nose had a little shine on the tip.
“Fuck baby, you taste like heaven.” Was all he said before burying his face right back between my thighs, except this time he focused his mouth on my clit while he pushed a finger inside me.
“Fuck Joel.” I felt the slight stretch around his thick finger and I moaned at feeling him inside me and sucking on my clit.
He pumped his finger before slipping it out and prodding my hole with two of his fingers. I felt him tease my opening with both of his fingers before pumping both of them inside, curling them inside of me.
“Joel..Joel…fuck…” I whined as he continued to pump both his fingers and lap at my clit.
I could feel my orgasm building in my stomach and I squirmed against him, the hand that didn’t have fingers knuckle deep in my hooked my other leg over his shoulder. His free hand reached and kneaded at the flesh of my ass, pulling me closer to him, if that was even humanly possible.
“Feel you clamping down on my fingers angel, wanna feel you come on them, that way I know you’re prepped enough for my cock.” Joel’s words brought my orgasm on quicker as he unlatched himself from my clit, focusing on his assault on my pussy with his fingers.
“So close Joel…please…please can I come?” I whined under him.
He quickened his pace with his fingers and I looked at him with wide eyes.
“Asking for permission to come, sweetheart? Such a good girl, I didn’t even have to tell you to ask.” His words had a soft hint of amusement to them before he shook his head. “Go ahead baby, let go, I'm here to hold you, come on my fingers baby.”
With that I felt my orgasm wash over me and my pussy clamp down on his fingers, but that didn’t stop him. He slowed his pace, still fingering me deeply through my orgasm. My back arched as I threw my head back moaning, which was met with Joel’s other hand coming up to cover my mouth.
“Remember sweetheart, gotta keep it down a bit.”
I nodded against his hand and watched him slide his fingers out of me with a slick, pop. He brought his two fingers up to his mouth and slid them inside, licking my orgasm off them and I blushed a deep red. His hand came off my mouth and I smiled softly before sitting up slightly.
“Can I…this is silly..” I whispered softly looking up at him.
Before I could continue one of his hands slid to the side of my face and he smiled.
“Anything baby, absolutely anything.”
“Can you kiss me?”
He stared at me for a beat, like he was in shock, before the hand on the side of my face slid down to my neck, his grasp tightening, before he nodded, crashing out lips together. I could taste some of the beer he had earlier that night on his lips and I smiled into the kiss, as if he could feel me smiling as his grasp around my neck tightened. When we finally broke for hair, my chest was heaving up and down from the lack of oxygen, he smiled down at me as he pushed me back down to laying on my bed with his hand on my neck as he hovered over me.
“If you ever need me to stop, no questions asked, you hit my thigh sweetheart. If ya can’t reach my thigh, slap the bed.” His voice was calm and his hand moved off my neck as if waiting for my answer.
“Yes sir.” I hummed softly looking up at him and I could see his breath get stuck in his throat.
“Fuck baby, can’t be saying those things to an old man like me.” His voice gave me chills as I watched him give his cock a quick pump as he held it by his base and pressed the tip to my folds. “Gonna go slow baby, gonna stretch you a bit even if I did prep you.”
I nod and look up at him with wide eyes as I feel the tip of his clock sliding into me.
“Fuck…bigger than I thought.” I whimpered softly, this was only the tip and I felt the burn of stretching around him.
“I know baby, that’s why I'm going slow…wanna make sure you have time to get used to me.” He drew himself back out before pushing just the tip in again. “God, I'm gonna ruin this little pussy for anyone else.”
“Joel…I can take more…promise.” My voice was soft as I looked up at him, I needed more of him now.
“Okay darlin’, I can do that.” Joel’s voice was warm as he slid himself deeper in and I moaned as I felt him deeper inside me. “That’s about halfway baby, how are you feeling?” Joel asked as he looked towards me.
“Good Joel, really fucking good.” I murmured softly.
The sight in front of me was heavenly, Joel on his knees with my legs wrapped around his waist as he slowly pushed his cock into me. Taking his time to let me stretch around him and get used to his length before adding more. When Joel bottomed out I let out a soft cry of pure ecstasy.
“She swallowed my cock baby, swallowed it all right up.” Joel hummed as he moved forward, hovering over me, his hands caging me between them. “Didn’t take ya for a greedy lil thing.”
“Joel…fuck…need you to move.” I whimpered softly looking up at him.
Joel obliged with a devoid smile, creating a slow and steady pace. This went on for a bit, both of us getting used to feeling each other. Joel broke first, his eyes finding mine.
“Gonna go faster now, yeah? You can take it, now you can baby.” Joel said as he dropped his face by my ear, his hips snapping against mine.
He brought a hand down, pressing into my stomach as he bucked his hips into me, fucking me at a faster pace than before. I could hear his balls slapping against me with the snap of his hips, and I felt the way his cock stretched me out.
“Fuck baby…” Joel moaned, throwing his head back for a moment before flicking his gaze from his hand on my stomach to my eyes. “Gonna fuck this pussy until it’s in a permanent shape of my cock, gonna ruin this pussy for anyone else. You feel that baby? Feel me up in your stomach?”
Joel lifted the hand that was in my stomach to grab one of mine that was holding onto the mattress like a lifeline and pressed it flush against my stomach where his hand elections was. He held my hand there and I felt the bulging of his cock and I blushed deeply.
“Oh you feel it don’t ya?” Joel chuckled at my deep blush. My second orgasm came quicker than my first, I felt it coming much faster and I squirmed underneath Joel. “Getting close baby? Feel ya clamping down on me.”
I nodded quickly as a string of whimpers and mains came out of my mouth.
“Gotta ask baby, ask your old man to come.” Joel said, looking down at me before my eyes widened.
“Joel…can I…can I come… please…” I whined as Joel brought his free hand to my hips, digging his fingers into me. I knew he would leave small bruises, and I was excited to see them litter my hip in the days to come.
“Hold it sweetheart, I know you can…” Joel said, his voice gruff as he groaned while bucking his hips against mine.
“Can’t” I whined squirming under him, meeting his hips with my own.
“Yes you can and you will sweetheart.” Joel’s voice was harsher now, more commanding than before.
Joel dipped a hand between our bodies, moving from my stomach and while he was fucking me relentlessy his thumb found my clit. His thumb circled my clit and I let out a soft cry at the stimulation. I began writhing a bit harsher now, beginning to struggle holding back my orgasm.
“Come for me baby.” Joel’s voice filled my ears and I nodded gasping lightly as I let go of the tiny bit of self control I had left. My orgasm washed over me and I felt like my body was seizing up.
“Look at you squirming all over my cock.” Joel slowed down his pace, slow and deep, as he fucked me through the orgasm. “Where can I come, baby?”
“Inside Joel. Im…on the pill…please. Want you to fill me up.” I rambled quickly as my mind began to cloud, my body on the brink of over stimulation.
“Fuck baby.” Joel groaned, his pace picking him up as he dropped his head towards my ear. His breathing became more labored before he snapped his hips into me a final time. Burying his head against my ear, his voice came out rugged as he shot hot ropes of his cum into me. “Such a good fucking girl.”
The praise went straight to my head as he dropped himself on top of my of me.
“Joel, that was amazing.” I said softly, wrapping my arms around him.
“You’re amazing sweetheart.” Joel murmured softly, slipping himself out of me and scooting off of me.
He stood up by the edge of where our clothes were all pulled up. I watched him slip his boxers on, before he sat on the edge of my bed, scooting me over before laying back down and tucking my head into his chest.
“Gonna lay here until you fall asleep angel.” His voice was soft in my ears as I nodded against him. “It’s getting late and I know you’re worn out now.”
“Joel?” My voice was soft and timid as I looked up at him, his dark eyes looked down meeting my own.
“Yeah sweetheart?”
“I wanna…wanna do that again with you.” I blushed lightly before burying myself back into his chest.
“Me too angel, knew I would never be able to give you up afterwards. We’ll…sort it out…for now just rest.” Joel pressed a kiss to more forehead before I nodded and closed my eyes, letting sleep steal me.