Summary: "Thank you for coming back for me, Joel."
"Always, darlin'... Always. Forever, my pretty girl."
Before the world fell apart, Joel Miller was just a man hopelessly, head over heels in love with his wife.
Youâre supposed to be resting up before heading back home to Sarah, but Joel has other ideas. Between getting caught in the hotel elevator, forced orgasms against the vanity, and Joel dirty talking you into complete submission, your honeymoon ends with you barely able to walk. A pre-outbreak two part shot with heavy smut, filthy, disgusting talk from Joel, rough possession, and sweet morning fluff.
Word count for this chapter: 10,308
Tropes: Pre-Outbreak AU, Established Marriage, Husband Joel Miller, Domestic Fluff & Heavy Smut, Honeymoon Suite, Tequila & Drunk Sex.
Smut & Kinks: Praise kink (Joel & Reader), face riding, deepthroating, overstimulation, forced orgasms, semi-public play, balcony sex, elevator grinding, vanity/desk sex, spanking/impact play, biting/marking, unprotected sex, breeding talk, creampies, anal play, double penetration, dirty talk, possessive husband, "good girl" / "slut" degradation, soft smut & heavy smut
Main tags: Joel Miller, Joel Miller x Reader, Pre-Outbreak Joel Miller, Husband Joel Miller, Protective Joel Miller, Possessive Joel Miller, Filthy Joel Miller, Domestic Fluff, Tequila Shots, Balcony Sex, Elevator Sex, Vanity Sex, Double Penetration, Anal Play, Praise Kink, Dirty Talk, Breeding Talk, Teen Sarah Miller
"Goddamn... you are so fuckinâ beautiful," Joel whispered hoarsely, his thick Texas drawl vibrating through you. "I canât believe youâre my wife... I am so in love with you, darlin'."
Your heart did a flip behind your ribs. "I love you," you breathed, your hands reaching up to cup his jaw, your thumbs rubbing his cheeks. "I'm your wife, Joel. I'm yours."
He let out a low groan and dropped his head into your neck, his lips pressing against the skin right under your jaw. He sucked at your pulse point, his rough, heavy stubble scraping against your collarbone as he dragged his mouth down.
You arched your back up off the bed, bringing your hips up against his. He was so hard against your thigh it made your breath hitch, a small whimper slipping out of your throat before you could stop it. Your hands slid around to the back of his head, your fingers locking into his thick, dark hair, dragging him closer.
"Joel... please," you moaned, your head falling back onto the pillow. "Please, baby..."
"Patience, pretty girl," Joel rumbled into your neck, his hot breath making your skin prickle. His large, calloused hands slid down your sides, fingers hooking into the top of your dress. "We got all night."
You let out another small whimper, your hands tugging at his broad shoulders, but Joel just took his time. He slowly unzipped the dress, the metallic sound sharp in the quiet room, and peeled the ivory lace down over your arms. He tossed it off the edge of the bed without even looking, leaving you lying there in just your white lace panties. His dark eyes dragged down your chest, over your stomach, all the way to your legs, his jaw clenching.
"Look at you," he rasped out, "Fuck, sweetheart... I can't believe you're mine. My fucking wife."
He shifted down the mattress, his hands smoothing over your knees. He leaned down and pressed a hot, lingering kiss to the inside of your ankle, his stubble tickling your skin.
You sucked in a sharp breath as his mouth began a slow, torturous crawl up your leg. He kissed his way past your calf, his teeth lightly nipping at the soft skin on the inside of your knee. You bucked your hips up off the bed instinctively, trying to force him higher, but Joel just let out a low chuckle against your skin.
His palm came down flat against your stomach, firmly pressing your hips back down into the sheets.
"Stay still, baby," he murmured.
He kept trailing upward until his lips hit the inside of your thigh, his hot tongue sweeping over your skin right near the edge of your panties. You were shaking, your fingers digging into the bedding.
Joel shifted his head between your legs. He pressed his mouth flat against your clit through the thin lace fabric, blowing a stream of hot air before sucking through the cloth.
You nearly shrieked. Your back lifted up off the mattress, your hands flying down to tangle into his hair. "Joel!"
"God, you're so wet for me," he growled against the damp lace, his fingers squeezing your thighs.
You whimpered, your hands tugging at his hair to pull his face up to where you desperately needed him, but he didn't budge. Of course not, because why would he give you what you wanted? Instead, he leaned over and used his teeth to lightly bite the skin over your hip bone, right at the waistband of your underwear. You gasped, and before you could recover, he caught the edge of the lace in his teeth and slowly dragged the panties down over your hips.
He used his hand to finish pulling them off, tossing the wet lace onto the floor, and looked up the length of your bare body with a dark, heavy heat in his eyes.
"So pretty fâme," Joel whispered, his voice rough and low. "Look at you."
He bent back down, his hands sliding under your thighs to hold you open, and pressed his tongue flat against your center. He drew a long, slow lick up your folds.
Your knees nearly slammed shut, your breath cutting off as a helpless moan tore from your throat. Joel let out a soft laugh against you, the vibration sending another wave of heat to your core. He gently spread your legs wider, anchoring your thighs over his forearms, and swirled his tongue over your sensitive clit.
You jumped, your whole body jolting off the bed as a loud moan echoed off the high ceiling.
He didn't stop. He just kept taking his time, slowly licking and lapping at your wet slick, taking long, deep tastes of you while his thumbs lightly stroked the insides of your thighs.
"Fuck, darlin'," he rumbled, pulling back for a second to breathe, his lips slick and shining in the dim light. "You taste so sweet fâme, baby. So fuckinâ good."
You loved the praise, but the sudden loss of his mouth made a desperate whimper leave your mouth. You pushed yourself up onto your elbows, your chest heaving as you looked down between your legs, confused.
"Whatâs wrong? Why did you stoâ"
Before you could even finish the sentence, Joelâs big hands clamped over your hips. With one fast, effortless shift, he flipped your entire body over, rolling himself onto his back and forcing you onto your knees so you were straddling his lap.
You sat there, hovering over his dark trousers, laughing softly. "Joel, what are you doing?"
Joel just laid back against the pillows, his broad chest expanding under his open shirt. He gave a small nod of his head, his dark eyes hooded and heavy as a lazy smirk cut across his jawline. "Come on up here, pretty girl."
You smiled softly. You leaned forward, going down to press your lips against his. He gladly took your mouth, kissing you deep for two seconds, before he pulled his lips back, his hands sliding up from your waist to lock tightly around your ribs.
"Not what I meant," Joel rumbled, his hands tightening. He braced his feet on the mattress, âCome..â and as he hauled you up the length of his body, he finished the sentence with a heavy grunt: "...here."
You squealed, your hands scrambling until your fingers locked around the sturdy wooden bars of the headboard above his head. You ended up straddling his chest, your knees planted on the mattress on either side of his broad shoulders as you hovered slightly, trying your best not to dump all your weight onto him.
You looked down and started shaking your head.
Joelâs palm came up and smacked the full curve of your ass... hard.
A loud, helpless whimper broke out of your mouth, your back arching as your hips instantly dipped forward from the sharp sting.
"Come here, please, darlin'," Joel growled from below you, his hands moving to your thighs. He guided your legs, adjusting your hips until you were straddling his face, your wet, swollen pussy hovering an inch right over his mouth and nose.
You looked down at his dark eyes burning up at you through your thighs, letting out a long, heavy sigh.
"Joel, I'm gonna suffocate you," you whimpered softly, your face burning as you tried to hold your weight up. "I can't... I'm too heâ"
Another hard, stinging smack landed on your ass, cutting you off instantly.
"I swear to God, if you're about to say what I think you're gonna say..." Joel warned, his hands digging into your skin with a possessive grip that held you locked over his face.
Before you could argue further, Joel tilted his chin up and drove his thick, flat tongue up the full, soaking length of your pussy.
Your body acted on instinct. Your hips bucked, grinding your wet center directly down against his lips and his nose. A loud moan escaped you.
Joel let out a deep, heavy moan of his own, the sound buzzing against your clit as his hands squeezed your ass to keep you pinned right where he wanted you.
"Good..." Joel rasped out into your slick, his hot breath blooming over your skin before he dragged his tongue up you again. "Good girl... jusâ like that, sweetheart..."
You let out a long sigh, your fingers digging into the headboard as you gave in. You tilted and ground your wet, swollen center flat down against his face.
Joel let out a deep, heavy moan, his hands coming up to palm the curves of your ass, his fingers digging into your skin to keep you anchored.
"You're doing so good fâme..." he rasped against your slick, the hot, wet air of his breath blooming over your clit and making your whole body tremble. "So fuckinâ good... keep goin princess.."
You whimpered, throwing your head back as you ground down against him again, sliding your weight over his mouth in a slow, desperate rhythm. Another loud moan tore from your throat, while your knees shook against the mattress.
Then, Joel stilled his tongue.
The sudden loss of friction made a sharp, pathetic cry fall from your lips. You stopped moving, your chest heaving as you looked down at him through your messy hair, your pussy still resting hot and drenched right over his lips.
Joel just looked up at you, his eyes hooded and heavy, a dark, possessive heat burning in his gaze while his hands squeezed your hips.
"Go on, pretty girl.. Do what you were doinâ... you're doinâ oh so good fâme."
You hesitated for half a second, your heart hammering wildly against your ribs as you looked down at him. Your chest was heaving, your knees shaking, completely overwhelmed by the shameless weight of sitting on your husband's face.
Joel just stared up at you, his eyes heavy and unblinking, before he slowly opened his mouth and thrust his thick, flat tongue straight out, holding it completely still, waiting for you.
That was it. The last drop of your restraint snapped.
You sank your hips straight back down, dragging over his extended tongue. The sudden heat hit you so fast your vision blurred. You bit down on your lip, trying to stifle the scream rising in your throat, but a muffled, broken whimper tore past your lips anyway.
Joel let out a low, muffled growl against your skin, his large palms gripping your ass to keep you pinned tight to his face.
You began to ride his tongue, sliding your hips forward and back in a slow rhythm. Every time you pushed back, the firm bridge of his nose rubbed against your clit while his tongue worked deep into your slick folds. It was almost too much, too intense, too raw, too fucking loud in the quiet hotel room.
You ground down again, harder this time, your knuckles turning white where you were clutching the wooden headboard. "Joelâ" you gasped out, your head falling back as your hips took over, setting a faster, messier pace.
He didn't move an inch to pull away. He just took it, sucking in a harsh, ragged breath through his nose every time you pressed your full weight down against his mouth. His thumbs dug into the dimples of your lower back, guiding the brutal, grinding pressure, his throat making deep, needy noises into your flesh every time your slick coated his lips and chin.
"Oh, god... Joel, please..." you whimpered, biting your lip so hard you tasted copper, your whole body trembling.
Your legs started to shake, the muscles in your thighs firing off in uncontrollable spasms as you rode his tongue. You were right on the edge, hovering on the brink of a massive fall, but the mental block kept you trapped right there, stuck right at the peak, unable to cross over.
You could have sworn Joel felt it the exact second you stalled out.
His hands tightened on your hips, his fingers digging into your skin until it borderline hurt, anchoring you down. He abandoned the static tongue and went insane, his thick, wet tongue sweeping over your clit in fast, relentless strokes before clamping his lips down to suck on your clit.
You completely lost your mind. Your hands flew off the headboard and went straight into his dark hair, your knuckles locking in and pulling hard.
Joel let out a deep, muffled moan.
"Joel... Joel, fuck!" you whimpered out, your head thrown back, completely unable to stop the loud, desperate moans escaping your throat. It felt like heaven. He felt like absolute fucking heaven.
You were so close. So goddamn close your whole body felt like it was going to burst into flames.
Joelâs palm came flying up and landed a hard, stinging smack across your ass.
Your inner walls instantly clenched hard in response to the sting. You let out a loud, breathless moan and ground your hips down as hard as you could against his face, burying his mouth in your slick.
He hit your ass again, even harder this time, and that was all it took to snap the cord.
A deafening, broken shriek tore out of your throat as your core exploded. The orgasm slammed through your body in brutal, punishing waves, your inner muscles pulsing around nothing in wild, uncontrollable contractions. Your knees completely gave out beneath you, and you collapsed off his face, your limp body tumbling sideways onto the crisp white sheets.
You lay there flat on your back, your chest heaving up and down in frantic, shallow gasps, your eyes wide and unseeing as the intense, lingering sparks kept firing down your legs.
Beside you, Joel rolled onto his side, breathing just as heavily. His face, chin, and lips were glistening with your wetness, his eyes burning as he looked over at you, his chest rising and falling in deep rasps.
A soft, breathless giggle bubbled out of your chest as you looked over at him, a wide smile breaking across your face. Joel looked back at you, his mouth and chin glistening in the dim light, and a lazy, dimpled smile began to cut into his dark stubble as a quiet chuckle escaped his nose.
Before he could fully catch his breath, you moved.
You smashed your lips back against his, tasting yourself on his tongue as you scrambled over his body to straddle his hips again. The second you settled onto his lap, you ground down against him.
Joel let out a deep groan into your mouth, his head snapping back against the pillows. He was so fucking hard beneath those tailored pants it had to be hurting.
"Joel," you panted against his jaw, your fingers frantically working at his half buttoned shirt. You ripped the fabric open, popping a button off in your rush, and shoved it off his broad shoulders. You reached down for his belt buckle, your hands shaking as you tried to undo the leather.
Joel took over, his chest heaving as he quickly unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his pants, and kicked them off the edge of the bed along with his boxers, leaving him completely bare beneath you.
You didn't waste a second. You shifted your weight and ground your wet pussy flat down against the heavy, throbbing length of his cock.
Joel let out a harsh, gravelly groan, his hips instinctively bucking up to try and drive inside you, but you shook your head, your hair flying around your face. "No, wait," you whispered, leaning down to press a trail of hot, biting kisses down the side of his neck. You found the sensitive spot right above his collarbone and sucked hard, leaving a dark, bruised mark on his skin.
You scooted down a few inches, your hand reaching down to wrap your fingers securely around the thick shaft of his cock. You gave him a few slow, firm pumps, and Joel let out a helpless whimper from the back of his throat, his eyes rolling shut for a second.
You smiled down at his flushed, unraveled face.
Instead of lining him up, you pushed his cock down slightly against his stomach. You slid your soaked, swollen pussy up and down the full length of his long shaft, letting your slick coat his skin as you ground your clit against his base.
"Oh, fuck... darlin', fuck... fuck," Joel groaned out, his hands digging into your thighs, his whole chest heaving as he tried to keep control.
You whimpered softly at the friction, looking down at him through your lashes with a slow, wicked smile.
"Such a good boy..." you cooed softly, your voice dropping into a sweet, teasing murmur as you slid over him again. "Always such a good boy for me... my husband..."
Joelâs dark eyes snapped open.
He stared up at you, his breath catching in his throat for one breathless second, before his brows furrowed into a sharp glare. A dark, dangerous smirk slowly cut across his face.
"Yeah?" Joel rasped, his voice dropping an octave into a low, rumbling growl. "Iâm a good boy?"
Before you could even blink, his hands clamped over your hips. In one smooth motion, he flipped your body over onto your back.
He hovered between your open legs, his forearms planting on either side of your head, his chest blocking out the dim light. He didn't ease into it, and he didn't give you a single second to prepare. Joel lined his head up and slammed into you, burying his full length to the hilt in one delicious thrust.
A sharp, loud scream tore out of your throat, but the second you stretched around his massive cock, the scream instantly melted into a long moan.
Joel didn't wait. He immediately set a fast, punishing rhythm, sliding all the way out until just his tip was catching your entrance before driving hard back inside. A low, continuous growl vibrated in his chest with every heavy impact of his hips against your ass.
"What?" Joel growled, his face inches from yours, his dark, hooded eyes burning into yours as his jaw muscles pulsed. "You wanna tell me I'm your good boy again, baby? Come on..."
"Joel... oh, god.." you whimpered, your back arching up off the mattress.
You reached up, your arms wrapping around his neck before your hands slid down to his muscular shoulders, your nails raking hard down the skin of his arms as he picked up the pace, fucking you faster, harder.
Joel kept up the punishing, relentless pace, his hips slamming against yours so hard the bedframe groaned against the wall. His broad chest was slick with sweat, every muscle in his back locked tight as he drove into you, his face buried right beside your head.
"Darlin', Iâm not gonna... Iâm not gonna last long," Joel grunted out, his voice a broken, raspy mess as his breath hit your ear in hot, heavy bursts.
You let out a long, breathless moan, your hands scrambling up his neck until your fingers tangled deep into his dark hair. You pulled hard, dragging his head over until his ear was pressed against your mouth.
"Cum," you whispered, your voice trembling with need. "I wanna feel my husband fill me up..."
Before he could even process the words, you sank your teeth into his earlobe, biting down hard enough to draw a sharp gasp from him. You immediately licked the spot, soothing the sting with your tongue, before biting him again. You dragged your mouth down the heavy line of his jaw to his neck, sinking your teeth into his skin, sucking hard, littering his throat and collarbone with fresh, dark marks.
Joel let out a deep, agonized groan, his whole frame shuddering above you. His thrusts turned sloppy and wild, his rhythm losing all control as he just drove his hips forward again and again and again, completely unraveled by your mouth on his skin.
You didn't stop. You kept biting, sucking, and licking your way up his throat, tasting the salt on his skin while his heavy cock worked deep inside you.
"Fuck..." Joel whimpered, his voice cracking into a raw scratch. "Fuck, I love you so much... I love you, baby..."
"I love you too," you whimpered against his neck, your fingers digging into his back. "I love you so much, Joelâ"
His entire body locked into a rigid wire. Joel drove his hips forward in one final thrust that buried him as deep as he could possibly go inside you.
A low groan tore out of his throat as he spilled deeply inside you, coating your walls, his cock throbbing in long, heavy waves that sent ripples through your core. He collapsed on top of you, his chest heaving against your breasts in deep, ragged rasps, his cock still buried deep inside you as you lay there locked together.
Joel slowly dragged his weight off you, making sure not to crush you as he rolled onto his side. He pressed a soft, lingering kiss to the corner of your lips, then another to your flushed cheek, before hooking his arm around your waist and pulling you against his chest. You instantly melted into him, resting your head in the hollow of his shoulder and draping one leg over his thigh. Wrapped in the deep shadows of the honeymoon suite, the exhaustion of the wedding finally caught up to both of you, and you drifted off into a heavy, peaceful sleep.
A few hours later, the quiet stomach growl rumbling against his chest woke him up. You stirred beside him, blinking your eyes open, your mouth parting in a long yawn before you looked up at him and sighed, âIâm completely starving. Famished. I think Iâll starve to death if we donât eat soon, we barely ate a thing at the reception.â
Joel let out a low chuckle, reaching for the hotel phone on the nightstand to order a ridiculous spread of late night room service.
When the food arrived, you both sat cross legged in the middle of the bed, completely unbothered by the late hour, eating burgers and fries, laughing and talking about the moments from the reception.
Once the plates were cleared, you stood up from the mattress, smoothing down the fluffy white hotel robe youâd slipped into. You marched over to the corner of the room and started raiding the mini-bar.
Joel leaned back against the headboard, crossing his arms over his broad chest as a low chuckle escaped his nose.
"What are you doin' over there, pretty girl?"
You turned around with a wicked little smirk as you held up a couple of small glass shooters. "I think we should drink,"
You walked over to your tote bag sitting on the luggage rack, reaching deep inside to pull out a bottle of tequila, a small bag of pre cut limes, and a salt shaker.
Joel raised an eyebrow at you, his heart giving a sudden thud against his ribs. Looking at you standing there in that oversized robe, your hair messy, your cheeks still flushed a pretty pink from sleep and sex, a fresh wave of overwhelming devotion slammed into his chest. He couldn't fucking believe you were his wife. He couldn't believe this beautiful, perfect woman was standing in your hotel room prepping a tequila setup at two in the morning. He let out a low laugh, shaking his head as he nodded.
"Alright, sweet girl. I'm in."
You sat down in front of him, looking entirely adorable as you set the bottle, limes, and salt down between you both. You took turns pouring shots, tossing the tequila back, licking salt, and sucking on the sour fruit. It didn't take long for the alcohol to hit your bloodstreams; his head started swimming with a loose, sweet heat, the residual tension from the entire wedding weekend completely melting away into the room.
After a few rounds, you set your glass down, your eyes locking onto his. You slowly crawled across the mattress, your knees sliding over the sheets until you climbed onto his lap, straddling his thighs.
You leaned close, your breath smelling faintly of sweet agave and lime, and whispered, "Hey..."
Joel wrapped his arms around your waist, anchoring you to his chest, and whispered back,
You smiled down at him, your hands coming up to rest against his shoulders. "How was your day, Mr. Miller?"
Joel let out a loose, breathless laugh, his thumb lightly tracing the curve of your hip beneath the fluffy robe.
"Fuckinâ incredible, Mrs. Miller. I actually got married to the most beautiful girl in the entire world today. How was yours?"
You raised one shoulder in a lazy shrug, letting out a dramatic sigh as you looked up at the ceiling.
"Well... not that great, honestly..."
Joel's eyes narrowed. "Oh, really?" He dug his fingers into your sides, tickling your ribs without mercy.
You instantly burst into a loud, breathless fit of giggles, your body writhing against his lap as you tried to twist away from his hands. Hearing your sweet laughter fill the quiet room made his heart skip a beat.
"Joel! Stop, stop!" you shrieked out softly between breathless laughs, your hands flying down to grab his wrists. "Iâm kidding, Iâm kidding!"
Joel stilled his hands, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you back flush against his chest. You settled down onto his lap, your chest heaving as you looked down into his face with a look of pure love that made him feel as if he could cry right then and there. He had spent so many years grinding through long hours, dirt, and sweat, just trying to make something of himself, something you and Sarah could be proud of, and he never in a million lifetimes thought this would be his reality. He never knew a man could get this goddamn lucky.
Before he could even force a word past the thick lump in his throat, you leaned down and pressed your soft lips gently, sweetly against his.
It started out slow and quiet, just the soft slide of your mouth over his. But as the seconds ticked past, you pulled back just an inch, your chest heaving as you fanned your flushed face with your hand, letting out a breathless little gasp.
"Jesus, Joel," you panted softly, your cheeks burning a bright pink. "Itâs way too hot in this room. My skin is literally on fire."
Joel let out a low chuckle, his thumb lightly tracing the edge of your hip. "Câmon then, pretty girl. Let's go outside."
You smiled, nodding your head as you slid off his lap.
Joel pushed himself up off the bed with a small grunt and walked over to the glass French doors, pushing them open to let the cool, crisp Texas night air sweep into the suite.
You followed right behind his heels, your feet padding over the floorboards as you proudly carried the tequila bottle, the shot glasses, salt, and limes, setting them down on the small patio table.
Joel took a seat in one of the dark wicker armchairs, leaning his back against the cushions and resting his arm over the armrest, fully expecting you to take the empty chair right beside his.
Instead, you didn't even look at the other seat.
You walked over to him, your fluffy robe parted just enough to drive him out of his mind, and climbed back into his lap. You straddled his thighs, your hands instantly flying up to frame his rough jaw, and smashed your mouth right back against his.
It started out slow and quiet, just the soft slide of your mouth over his. But as the seconds ticked past, the rhythm began to shift. The sweet friction built up between you both, the alcohol turning your blood hot as the kiss grew steadily deeper, hungrier, and desperate for what came next.
You kissed until neither one of you could draw a full breath, both of you panting when your lips finally pulled apart. He couldn't stop touching you. He leaned down, nibbling at your chin before dragging his mouth along the underside of your jawline until he hit the soft, tight skin of your neck, nipping and kissing his way down the column of it.
"Oh, god..." You gasped out the second Joel clamped his lips over your pulse point, sucking a wet mark into your skin.
It made a loose, proud smile break across his face.
You reached up, your fingers tangling into his hair to pull his head back just enough so he had to look into your heavy, dazed eyes.
"Shots," you whispered, your chest heaving against his.
"Yeah? You want more?" Joel rumbled, his hand sliding down to squeeze the curve of your ass through the fabric of your robe.
Joel let out a low chuckle, his thumb digging into your hip.
"Alright, darlin'. Ladies first."
Joel moved his arm from behind your back, his other hand leaving your hip as he reached over to the table to grab the bottle of tequila. He twisted the cap off, pouring the liquor into the clear shot glass before reaching into the bag for a lime and grabbing the salt shaker.
"Where do you want the salt?" he asked, looking at you. Usually, people licked a pinch off the back of their hand between their thumb and forefinger, but he had much dirtier ideas for his wife tonight.
You didn't even hesitate. Your hands reached out, running a finger up his chest. "Here," you murmured, leaning your head down to drag your wet tongue over his nipple in a slow, torturous stroke.
"Fuck..." Joel rasped out, his jaw clenching as he swallowed. It looked like his beautiful wife had the exact same idea he did.
While you shook a layer of salt over his skin, Joel took a lime wedge and lightly bit the rind, holding it firmly between his teeth.
You set the shaker down, grabbed the shot glass, and held it high. "Hereâs to my incredibly sexy husband, who is really good at making me cum!"
The only reason Joel didn't burst out laughing right then was because immediately after the words cleared your lips, your face dipped down to suck the salt off him. The sudden shock of pleasure had the muscles in his thighs instantly locking rigid. You slammed the tequila back, your pretty face pinching at the burn, before your lips moved up to bite the lime out of his mouth.
You set the empty glass back on the wooden table, tossing the squeezed lime rind next to it.
"Woo!" you cheered softly, your cheeks flushed a bright, gorgeous pink. "One down, many more to go."
You reached down, unknotting the tie on your robe and parting it wide, exposing your bare chest and the soft curves of your body to the cool night air. His eyes lowered, his dark gaze locking onto your breasts.
His hand moved on instinct. Joel skated his large, calloused palm up the flat of your stomach, his fingers cupping your soft breast and palming your weight. He could hear you saying something, your sweet voice floating through the air, but the words didn't even make it past the thick static in his brain.
Your small hand came up into his view, your fingers snapping twice right in front of his face.
The sound snapped him out of his trance. He looked up into your eyes, his chest expanding on a heavy breath.
"Sorry, sweet girl... what?"
You smiled, your eyes dancing with amusement. "I asked where you want the salt."
"I think yâknow damn well where I want the salt."
Joel swiped his tongue along his lower lip, his pulse hammering at the thought of getting his mouth back on your breasts.
"Thatâs why the robe is wide open, baby," you whispered with a wicked little wink. "My guess was boobies or neck, and I see youâve chosen the boobies. A tit for tit."
Joel narrowed his eyes slightly, smirking at you, "Donât ya mean a 'tit for tat'?"
"No," you shook your head firmly, your hair tossing over your shoulders. "A tit for tit works way better in this situation."
"God, I am so in love with you," Joel rumbled.
"Good, 'cause I am so in love with you too, Joel."
Joel took your soft breast fully into his palm, squeezing you as he leaned his head forward, taking your nipple into his mouth and sucking hard.
You let out a sharp, breathless gasp, your fingers flying up to lock into his hair to pull him closer. He pulled off you with a wet, heavy pop, leaving your flushed breast shining with his saliva in the dim light. He shook a layer of salt over your skin, then poured his own shot of tequila while you held the lime wedge between your teeth.
"I expect a good toast, Joel," you commanded softly. "No boring 'salud.' Give me something raunchy that you and your guy friends would say back in the day, or something you and Tommy said when you were younger."
His eyebrow shot up. "Something raunchy Tommy would say? The only raunchy shit heâs really said is makin' fun of me for⊠well, you know."
"Okay, yeah, fair point," you laughed, rolling your eyes. "The second I said Tommy, I realized the raunchiest thing heâd say before taking a shot would be 'cheers' or 'bottoms up' if he was feeling scandalized. But thereâs gotta be shit you and the construction guys say."
Joel picked up the tiny glass and took a second to think about it. Heâd never been much for fancy toasts, but there was one dirty phrase a guy on a job site had hollered at a girl years ago down in Austin that had stuck in the back of his brain. He just had to remember the wording...
You had the lime ready between your lips, your eyes locked onto his. Joel raised the shot glass.
"Hereâs to love, hereâs to honor... if you canât come in her, come on her!"
You tried so hard not to laugh, your shoulders shaking. Joel leaned down, licking the salt off your breast before tossing the tequila back down his throat. The sharp sting of the liquor, the warm burn spreading to his stomach before he leaned in and bit the sour lime out from between your lips. He tossed the empty glass and used rind onto the table.
Joel looked at you, his hand reaching around your back to firmly squeeze the curve of your hip. "How was that, pretty girl?"
"Very good," you panted out, a soft giggle escaping you. "Loved the play on words, husband."
You smiled up at him, radiant and completely unraveled. "Fucking amazing. Ready for round two?"
Joel mirrored your smirk, his eyes heavy. "Where do you want the salt?"
This time, you sprinkled the salt along the column of his neck. When you raised your glass, you gave him a wicked look. "To us: may all of our ups and downs be in bed!"
Joel didn't even get a chance to chuckle before your tongue was dragging up the sensitive skin of his throat, licking the salt off his skin. His eyes rolled shut. The alcohol was a deep, sweet warmth in his belly, but seeing his wife flushed, barefoot, and naked beneath her robe was making his blood run completely hot.
For his turn, Joel salted your neck too. He lifted his shot glass, keeping his gaze locked onto yours while you held the lime wedge for him.
"To my wife, who I love more than anythinâ on this earth," Joel rumbled deeply, his voice thick with emotion. "You are my forever. You've made me the happiest fuckinâ man in the entire world. Today isn't the best day of my life, itâs only one of them, because I know we have seventy more years of them ahead of us. I love you, darlin'."
Your eyes went misty, thick tears welling on your lower lashes. Joel went through the motions, licked the salt from your neck, shot the tequila, and sucked the lime from your lips. The second your mouth was clear, you let out a soft, watery gasp.
"Joel, how dare you say something so sweet when my toasts were bad!"
Joel spat the lime rind onto the table, setting the glass beside it. His hand slid up to the back of your neck, his fingers tangling into your hair to drag your face to his. "I meant every single word, baby," he growled, before smashing his lips to yours.
His mouth muffled your soft moan. The second your lips parted, Joel drove his tongue deep inside, tasting the sour tang of the lime and the sweet, hot trace of the tequila on you. Your tongues danced together in a slow, wet rhythm youâd practiced a thousand times before. His free hand slid down to your breasts, palming your soft flesh, his thumb and forefinger pinching your stiff, pebbled nipple until you let out a whimpering gasp into his mouth.
God, he loved your sounds.
The tequila was working through his veins, his cock throbbing and rigid, barely contained. You reached down, your small hand sliding under his boxers to wrap your fingers securely around his hard length, giving him a slow, firm pump that drew a deep groan from his chest.
Joel wanted to take you right there against the balcony railing, but he needed to make sure you were okay first. He pulled his lips away from yours, pressing two soft kisses to the corner of your mouth, his nose brushing yours.
"You good, darlin'?" he rasped hoarsely. "Or you want another shot?"
"I'm good, Joel," you whispered, leaning up to press your lips back against his.
The booze had you warm, your cheeks flushed, and he could feel the heat radiating off your skin. You were more than good, you were completely soaked for him.
Heâd been obsessing about getting his mouth between your legs again all night, and he wasn't going to wait another second.
Joel broke the kiss, his hand wrapping around yours where it was holding his cock, and gave you a firm, quiet command. "Up."
You didn't hesitate. You stood up in front of him.
Joel grunted as he pushed himself up off the chair, the wood creaking under his heavy frame. He stepped into your space until your chests were practically touching, his hand still locked in yours. He tugged you forward, pulling your body flush against his.
His eyes raked over your face, heavy with need. "I fuckinâ need you, sweet girl," he rasped out.
His palms came up, cupping your face, and he captured your lips all over again. The kiss was wild, urgent, and desperate. Joel turned your body away from the table, backing you up until your spine hit the solid wall beside the balcony doors.
He needed you. He needed you right now, and he needed you for the rest of his fucking life. He wouldnât be able to draw a breath in this world without you.
With your back pressed to the wall, your robe fell wide open. Joel took a second to just look at you.
The cool night air hit your bare skin, making your nipples harden and goosebumps prickle over your stomach. He kissed you again, then dropped his head to begin his journey down your body.
He worshiped you with his mouth and his hands. His palms mapped out the curve of your waist and your hips while his lips trailed down your throat to your chest, whispering into your skin with every step.
"You're so beautiful... so fucking beautiful... god, I am so lucky... I love you sâmuch, baby..."
Joel took your soft breasts into his hands, leaning down to take one stiff bud into his mouth, sucking heavily.
You gasped out, your hands scrambling to lock around his waist. His teeth lightly grazed over your peak before he gave it a little nip and tug. You let out a loud moan of his name. He let it go and moved to the other breast, giving it the exact same heavy attention until both of your breasts were glistening with his saliva.
He trailed his mouth lower, kissing every inch of your stomach, his words pressed into your warm skin. "So pretty, darlin'... I love you so fucking much..."
Joel dropped to his knees in front of you, his hands reaching around to grab two thick handfuls of your ass. He pressed a hot, lingering kiss straight to your mound. He hooked your right leg over his broad shoulder, opening you up wide to the cool air, his fingers reaching down to spread your wet lips apart.
You were completely drenched for him, glistening.
"Finally," he whispered, his voice thick.
Joel didn't give you another second of warning. He dove in, pressing his tongue flat against your center and drawing a long, heavy stroke straight up your slit.
You bit your lower lip hard, your fingers instantly gripping his hair, your knuckles turning white as a sharp, breathless whimper fell from your lips when he began lapping at your clit.
"Oh, god..." you breathed out, your head falling back against the wall.
Nothing in this world tasted better than his wife.
Joel went wild between your legs, letting out deep, rumbling groans as he dragged his mouth all over your pussy, wanting to taste every single drop of your slick while inhaling your scent. His words vibrated against your wet skin. "You taste so fucking good.."
"You're too good at this, Joel," you panted out, your eyes closed, moans falling uncontrollably from your lips as your core began to pulse. "I'm so fucking lucky... I can't believe I get this for the rest of my life."
Joel paused for a split second, looking up through your thighs. "Any time yâwant it, pretty girl," he half moaned.
He brought his ring and middle fingers to his mouth, soaking them in his spit, before driving them straight into your drenched center. You let out a high whine of his name as his fingers filled you. His come from earlier still inside and your own heavy slick made it so easy, his thick fingers sliding smoothly in and out while his mouth went right back to work on your clit, alternating between sucking your center between his lips and flicking his tongue side to side.
"Just like that," you moaned, your hips bucking against his face. "Oh, god... don't stop, Joel. Please don't stop."
Your legs were shaking against his shoulders. Joel doubled down, his fingertips hitting that exact spot inside you that made you scream, his tongue working your clit in a fast, relentless rhythm.
"Oh my fucking god, I love you," you sobbed out in a blissful haze, your hands pulling at his hair. "I fucking love you, baby."
Joel hummed a deep, vibrating "Mhmm⊠I love you too" into your pussy.
Your stomach muscles pulled tight, your core spasming around his fingers. It didn't take much more to push you over the edge. You came hard, a loud, breathless shriek echoing into the night as your orgasm exploded through your body, gasping his name over and over.
Joel let out a deep, heavy moan into your pussy, rasped out a "Good girl," and replaced his fingers with his tongue, lapping up every drop of your slick and his own spend while you rode out the intense waves.
When your body finally went limp, Joel carefully unhooked your leg from his shoulder and pushed himself up off the floor, his knees letting out a dull crack. He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your chin, then to one side of your mouth, and then the other.
His lips were wet with you, smelling of your scent.
Joel wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling your chest flush against his while his hard cock pressed firmly into your stomach, and took your mouth in a slow, deep kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue.
You looked up at him, your cheeks flushed, your eyes heavy, a sweet little smile on your lips. You reached up, cupping his jaw with both of your small hands, and squished his cheeks together until his lips pursed out like a fish.
"You are so fucking cute," you giggled softly. "Even when you look like a goldfish. Ugh, it's illegal how goddamn adorable you are."
Joel opened his eyes, looking down at you, "You done? I think yâmight be a little drunk," he asked, trying not to laugh, his voice sounding ridiculous with his cheeks smushed.
"Obsessing about how cute you are? Never. Like, you're so cute." You paused, your wide eyes suddenly blinking fast as the tequila in your system let a wave of sleepy doubt creep into your face.
"You're too cute," you whispered, your hands dropping to your sides. "Why would you want to be with someone like me? Do you even like me? As more than a friend? Like... romantically?"
Joel's brows pulled together in complete, dazed confusion. "I married you..." he said slowly.
"Yeah, but did you marry me because you love me or because we're best friends?"
"Am I married to Tommy...?"
"No, but he was already married to Maria when we met, and pretty sure polygamy is illegal."
Joel couldn't help the smile that broke across his face. "Baby, I married you because I love you with everything I have. You're wearing the proof of that on your finger right now."
"Friendship rings exist, Joel."
"I sure as fuck didn't give Tommy my mother's ring because we're friends, and plus.. Heâs my brother, gross." Joel rumbled softly, his hands coming up to rest on your waist. "I love you as more than a friend... wait." His eyes widened slightly. "Do you love me as just a friend?"
"How can you even ask me that?!" You gasped defensively, poking his chest hard. "I definitely love you as more than a friend!"
"Well, you asked me first and it fucked with my head!"
"I'm sorry, I needed to double check!"
"I needed to double check too!"
"Well, I love you so much that I want to have your babiesâ" You poked him in the chest again, your eyes shining under the moonlight. "âand I can tell you right now, I don't want to have Mariaâs babies."
A rich, booming chuckle tore out of Joel's chest. He wrapped his arms tight around you, pulling your body flush against his. "I want you to have my babies, too."
"Then that settles it," you declared softly, resting your forehead against his chest. "We love each other as more than friends, but you're still my best friend."
"You're still my best friend, too, pretty girl."
Joel leaned down and kissed your lips sweetly, both of you smiling into the dark.
âWe're a couple of dumbasses."
An amused breath escaped his nose. "It's a good thing we married each other, then."
"True. Dumbasses need to stick together." You suddenly grabbed his shoulders, your eyes darkening as you spun both of you around, pinning his back hard against the wall until he let out a low grunt.
"Now... it's time for me to repay you, Mr. Miller."
Joel smiled, "My body is your body, Mrs. Miller. You can do any-fuckinâ-thing you want tâme."
You grinned, your fingers tangling into his hair as you pressed one last lingering kiss to his lips before dropping to your knees on the cold floor. You trailed your mouth down his body, kissing his jaw, his neck, his chest, and down his stomach until your face was level with his hard cock.
It was throbbing, long and rigid, the tip glistening with precum. You spat into the palm of your hand, wrapping your small fingers around his shaft, and began a slow, firm pump.
You looked up at him through your dark lashes.
"What do you call a nurse with dirty knees?"
Joel's brows furrowed. "What?"
His laugh turned into an instant, agonizing groan as the flat of your tongue drew a long, wet stroke from his root all the way to his tip, swirling around his sensitive head. His eyes squeezed shut, his mouth falling open as you took his length into your mouth, your cheeks hollowing as you took him deep to the back of your throat.
You were entirely drunk.. When the fuck did his wife turn into a comedian?
His hands found their home in your hair, his fingers threading through your curls as his hips gave subtle, helpless twitches.
"That's it, darlin'..." Joel rasped out hoarsely.
"Fuck, feels sâgoddamn good..."
That only egged you on. You gathered a pool of saliva on your tongue, letting it drip over his tip before sucking one of his balls into your mouth, your tongue working the thin skin of his sack.
Joel's fingers tightened in your hair, his jaw locking so hard it ached. "Fuck..." he groaned, the pleasure running straight to his pelvis.
You took his full length back into your mouth, swallowing around his thick cock until your nose was buried in his dark hair. Joel looked down, watching his wife blow him under the Texas moon, your eyes locked onto his with so much love and desire it completely leveled him.
"Christ, you're so fuckinâ beautiful," Joel panted out, tears pricking the corners of his eyes from the intensity. "So pretty with my cock down your throat... that's my good girl..."
He swallowed hard, his thighs trembling as his body fought the urge to blow his load right then and there. "Shit..." Joel moaned out, his hands shaking in your hair. He looked down at you pleadingly, his voice a scratchy, broken mess.
"Hey.. I don't wanna come like this. Can I fuck you? Please, baby?"
You didn't make him ask twice. You pulled off his cock, a thick string of slick connecting your mouth to his tip.
"Yes," you panted out hoarsely, your eyes dark. "Fuck me, please.."
That was all the permission Joel needed. He reached down, hauling your body up off your knees. He cupped your face and kissed you hard, not giving a single shit that your chin was wet with your spit or that your cheeks were tear stained. He kissed you like his life depended on it, backing you toward the railing.
Joel spoke into your mouth between heavy, wet kisses:
"I'm so happy you're my wife... I'm so happy I get to spend the rest of my life with you... This is the happiest day of mâlife."
He spun your body around, his palm smoothing up your back to signal you to bend over the metal railing.
You crossed your arms over the top, popping your ass out to give him full access. Joel crowded your back, pressing his hard, throbbing length into the cleft of your ass.
"Feel how hard I am?" Joel rumbled into your ear. "That's all you, my beautiful wife."
You turned your head over your shoulder, wiggling your hips against his cock. "You should feel how wet I am, Joel. It's all you, my handsome husband."
Joel smiled, pressing a hard kiss to your shoulder blade.
"I love you so fucking much."
Joel flipped the tail of your robe out of the way, exposing your bare, drenched pussy to the cool night air. He dropped to one knee behind you, his hands grabbing handfuls of your ass, and sunk his teeth lightly into the soft flesh of your thigh.
He spread your cheeks apart, his breath hitching at the sight of your slick. "So fuckinâ pretty," he purred.
Joel pressed his tongue flat to your slit, drawing a long stroke from your clit to your opening.
He stood back up, his palm landing a hard, stinging smack against your ass cheek that made your skin jiggle.
"You gotta keep quiet, darlin'," Joel whispered darkly, his hand holding your hip while he used his thumb to coat his cock in your wetness. He leaned over your shoulder, rasped into your ear:
"Don't wanna draw attention to us... unless you want everyone to know how good your husband fucks you."
You looked back at him over your shoulder, a slow, wicked smile on your face as your hand reached back to touch his cheek. "I want the entire world to know how good my husband fucks me.."
A sharp shiver shot down his spine, his cock twitching in his grip. This woman was going to be the fucking death of him.
"Scream fâme then, baby," Joel growled, kissing the palm of your hand.
Joel notched his head at your entrance and drove his hips forward, sinking his full length inch by inch into the tight, burning clutch of your pussy. Your arm collapsed onto the railing, a long, breathless moan escaping your mouth that matched his own heavy groan as his hips hit the back of your thighs.
"I love how wet yâget for me," Joel rasped out, pulling halfway back before slamming deep inside you again. "All nice and soaked for your husband."
He started a fast, punishing pace, his hips slamming against your ass with hard, even strokes that stuttered your loud moans into the night air. The filthy, wet slap of your skin echoed off the walls of the balcony.
"You like this, hmm?" Joel grunted out, his palm sliding up your spine to firmly trap the back of your neck, his other hand reaching around to roughly palm your breast, rolling your stiff nipple between his fingers. "Am I fucking you good, darlin'?"
You turned your head back toward him, your eyes heavy lidded, glazed over, your mouth slightly agape. You were completely, utterly wrecked.
"Yes.. fuck, yes!" you cried out.
"You like how your husband fucks you?"
Your words ignited a fire at the base of his spine. Joel increased his pace, driving into you as hard and fast as his hips could move, his fingers tweaking your nipple until you were whimpering into your arms.
"You're soâŠ. fucking⊠beautiful," Joel rumbled against your skin. "So fuckinâ beautiful takinâ it like a good girl."
"Joel..." you whined out, your pussy fluttering wildly around his cock as your whole body started to shake.
"Come for me, pretty girl," Joel growled out, the pressure in his own gut rising to a dangerous, explosive peak. "Let me have it."
You let out a high, unintelligible shriek, your inner walls clamping down on his cock with a brutal, pulsing strength that nearly knocked the breath out of his lungs. Your knees buckled completely.
"Shit!" Joel gasped, his arms throwing themselves around your waist and chest to haul your weight up before you could fall. "Don't fall, darlin'.."
Joel pinned your hips back against the metal railing, his cock still buried to the hilt inside your wet heat.
"Sorry..." you slurred weakly against his arm. "My legs feel like jello."
Joel kissed the side of your neck, his breath hot against your skin. "Don't apologize, sweet girl. Means iâm fuckinâ you right is all." He leaned into your ear, whispering hoarsely: "You wanna stop... or can I keep going?"
You reached your hand back, your fingers tangling into his hair. "Mmm... definitely keep going, Joel."
Joel smiled against your skin. "Yeah? I wanna look at you. Can I turn you around?"
"Please. Just hold me, I don't trust my legs."
"I got you, baby. Always."
Joel pulled out of your wet heat, helping you turn around until your back was pressed against the railing, your face facing his. He cupped your jaw, looking down into your flushed, beautiful face.
"Hi, pretty girl," he rumbled softly.
"There you are. My beautiful wife."
Joel closed the gap, smashing his mouth back against yours in a hungry kiss. He lifted your right thigh, hooking your leg over his hip, and lined his head back up with your entrance. The second he drove back inside your drenched pussy, a deep, heavy moan tore out of his throat.
Joel started thrusting, his lips nipping at your chin.
"Can I make you come again, darlin'? Please? You think yâcan do it?"
You pulled on his hair, forcing his dark eyes to meet yours. "Is that what you need, baby? You wanna feel me come around your cock? You wanna watch your wife come?"
A helpless whimper escaped his throat, his eyes rolling shut as his cock pulsed violently inside you.
"Yes," Joel rasped out. "Can I?"
You crushed your mouth back to his, your tongue driving past his lips. Joel took control, his hips driving hard and fast into you, his free hand reaching down between your bodies to work your clit in fast, relentless circles.
"Tell me when you're close, darlin'," Joel rumbled against your neck, biting and sucking your skin.
"Can you do that for me, good girl?"
You breathed out a, "Yes.."
"Good girl... I'm gonna make you come, and when I do, fuck, when I do, I'm going with you. I'm gonna fill you up and keep you stuffed full of me..." He was panting hard, his thrusts turning wild and messy.
"I'm gonna fill you up... Youâre so fucking tight for me, darlin'..."
"Please!" You moaned out loudly, your fingers digging into his shoulders.
"Jesus Christ..." Joel growled, his jaw locking as he buried his face in your neck, driving his hips into you with everything he had left.
"I'm close.. Oh, god, I'm gonna come..â
"Look at me," Joel panted, his hand catching your jaw. "Open your eyes, baby. Let me see you."
Your heavy lids fluttered open, your dark eyes swimming with lust.
"I know, darlin'. Come for me. Take me with you..."
After three more thrusts, your pussy seized hard around his shaft, pulsing in violent, uncontrollable waves.
That was the end of the line for him.
A moan tore out of Joel's chest as his balls pulled tight. He slammed his hips forward, burying his root as deep into your core as he could physically go, and exploded inside you. Heavy, hot ropes of his spend painted your insides, his cock throbbing wildly as he rolled his hips to force every single drop deep into you.
When his body finally went completely boneless, Joel collapsed forward, burying his face into the warm crook of your neck. His chest was heaving, his heart hammering like a war drum against your ribs.
You reached up, your fingers gently threading through his sweaty hair, massaging his scalp in slow, soothing circles.
Joel let out a long, shuddering sigh, nuzzling deeper into the skin of your throat. You were his safe place. You were his home. You were his whole fucking universe.
Joel sat up slowly, his breathing still coming in heavy, ragged rasps as the adrenaline slowly began to drain from his veins. The cool night breeze swept across the balcony, soothing the heat radiating off your slick skin. He wrapped one long arm around your waist and used the other to support your back, walking both of you backward until his knees hit the edge of the chair.
Joel sank back down onto the cushion, pulling you along with him so you landed sideways across his lap. You let out a soft, contented sigh, immediately curling your body into his, resting your cheek flat against his chest while his arm anchored you close.
You both just sat there in the quiet stretch of the late night air, the low hum of distant Austin life buzzing far below you under a clear sky full of stars. The quiet settled deep into his bones. His fingers trailed in slow lines up and down the delicate curve of your spine, his thumb tracing every ridge of your back.
His mind drifted to your house, to Sarah fast asleep in her room back home after staying over with Tommy and Maria. A familiar, warm tug hit his chest thinking about his girl, but as Joel looked down at his wife resting over his heart, he knew there wasn't anywhere else on this entire earth heâd rather be than right here with you in his arms.
Joel looked down a few minutes later, and a soft, fond smile cut into his stubble.
You were out cold. Your dark lashes rested flat against your cheeks, your lips slightly parted, and a tiny, faint snore escaped your nose.
Joel had to bite down on his lip to keep from letting out a laugh that would wake you up. Shaking his head softly, he carefully slid his arms under your knees and back, standing up from the chair with his sleeping wife cradled securely in his arms.
He carried you through the doors, and brought you back into the bedroom. He laid you down onto the soft mattress, shifting the blankets over your shoulders. Joel leaned over to click off the bedside lamp, plunging the room into peaceful shadow, before sliding beneath the sheets right beside you.
Joel hooked his arm around your waist, hauling you back flush against his chest, and buried his face into the warm, sweet crook of your neck. He held you tight against his heart, closing his eyes, and finally let sleep take him too.
Hi! I hope yâall like this, Iâm nearly done with part two and will post shortly after this! I hope you guys enjoy this one, the next one will be much more filthy. I also post on AO3, my user is ForgetAshley. I have a finished Javier Peña fic and am working on a Din Djarin one, soon will be starting dbf Joel miller!
