Pairings: dbf! joel miller x reader
Summary: Your dad’s best friend picked you up from the bar. Before taking you home he took you to a diner to sober up. But when you kept inching your foot higher under the table, the relationship you had with him shifted.
Warnings: 18+ (MDNI), foot-job(mild), heavy makeout, mock sympathy, condescending praises, overstimulation, praise kink, unprotected p in v, oral ( f receiving), creampies, breeding kink, degradation, tongue-fucking, power imbalance, age gap, semi-public sexual activities, being talked through it, internal stimulation, external stimulation, cum-eating , objectification, dad's best friend trope, JOEL IS IN LATE 40S, READER IS IN MID 20S, light yearning, tipsy reader, angst, free use,cringe dad jokes(unfortunately).
Author’s Note: English is not my first language so sorry if the dialogue isn't as great. I really hope you enjoy it! If you are here from tiktok, I just wanted to say I appreciate all of your support. Please listen to 80’s baby by Lana del rey or My Moon My Man by feist while listening. Please remember this is fiction, my blogs do not reflect how JOEL MILLER acts in their series and game. Sorry for any errors or typos.
“Everyone out!”The officers ordered loudly through the packed dive bar. “If we have to say it again, we are arresting people.”
You made the poor decision of visiting Whiskey Creek, an old bar on the outskirts of Austin. Being home from college meant having too much free time but also living back home with your dad. Being in his presence only made you crave an excuse to get out of the house so when you thought of the old dive bar, you took it as an opportunity to go.
Whiskey Creek wasn't like it used to be but you didn't realize how much had changed until the fifth fight broke out for the night. Crowds of inebriated people cursed at the officers as they motioned out of the bar and onto the sidewalk.
You eventually pushed your way through the crowd and stepped outside. The warm Texas air wrapped around you as you nearly stumbled on the sidewalk, the alcohol you'd been drinking all night still coursing through your veins..
You were stranded for the night because of the state you were in. The thought of climbing into a taxi by yourself or having to call your dad to pick you up made your stomach twist with dread.
You huffed an extended breath as you began strolling past the sea of people crowding the sidewalk. In a swift motion, you pulled your phone out of your purse and unlocked it. You combed your fingers through your hair before opening your contacts.
The pads of your thumb lazily scrolled through the list of names, searching for anyone who could get you home safely. A wave of defeat rushed through you as you came to the realization that half of the contacts were people in your college town.
As you went on with scrolling, you wandered a few more blocks until the neon lights of a quiet corner store caught your attention. You silently thanked the universe before pushing yourself to get to the store, your feet aching in the heels. Once you were close enough, you lowered yourself into the curb outside of the store.
You brought your focus back to your phone, halting when you saw Joel’s name in your phone. From what you could remember at the time, Joel knew he mentioned living on the outskirts of Austin once. In thinking, you chewed on the skin of your bottom lip as you blinked at the screen of your phone.
Joel was your dad’s best friend of thirty years. You first met him when you moved in with your dad at 20. He always found a reason to be around you. Despite his occasional grumpiness, Joel had a way of making you laugh through his sarcastic comments and old jokes.
He wasn't afraid to compliment you either, making you feel very special. He noticed the littlest details most people overlooked. Over the months of seeing him, a slight attraction formulated. You found yourself looking forward to his visits more than you should have.
Unfortunately, whatever tension built between the two of you didn't last long. A few months later, you left for college and the distance gradually created a significant gap between you. Eventually your conversations with him became less frequent until you barely spoke at all.
You were pretty sure he didn't know you came home.
Your mind raced, he was definitely going to tell your dad about you being stranded if you called him. That conversation alone would open a can of worms you weren't ready to deal with. Joel was your last option though because your phone was at its last percent.
You tested your luck and pressed the call button while taking a deep breath in. As the phone rang, you desperately took off your black heels to give your aching feet some relief.
After one ring, the call connected. Your entire body halted at the sound of his voice. In an instant, you brought the phone up to your ears and closed your eyes shut for a second.
“Sweetheart?” Joel greeted, his deep southern accent filled with perplexity. In the background of the call, you heard the low hum of his truck’s engine as if he were already on the road.
“Hi, Joel.” You exhaled a shaky breath as you rubbed the sore heel of your foot.
“I am stranded.” You confessed in humiliation. “I didn't really have anyone else to call.”
“Where are you?” Joel immediately interrupted.
“I'm at the corner store a few blocks from Whiskey Creek.” There was a small pause on his end causing you to swallow the knot of anxiousness forming in your throat.
“Stay right there, I’ll…...,” Before Joel could finish his sentence, the screen of your phone went black. Your phone was officially dead, leaving you on the curb until Joel hopefully came.
Your eyes gazed at yourself in the phone's reflection. Your eyeshadow was entirely smudged and the Texas’ humidity melted off your makeup. For a second, you looked just like your mother on the nights your dad used to pick her up from the bar. The realization made your stomach tighten in knots. Your arms wrapped around yourself, hoping Joel would get to you before your thoughts spiraled.
In less than a few minutes, you saw Joel’s aged truck pull into the parking lot. It didn't take long before the truck came to a stop right beside the curb where you sat. Joel lowered the drivers side window before resting his thick forearm against the frame
“Up for a ride, sweetheart?” Joel greeted in a taunting manner as a small smirk evolved on the corner of his lips.
The familiar nickname made your shoulders drop as you blinked up at him, not being able to help the smile on your lips.
“Nice seeing you too, Joel.” You replied with a mock annoyance as you dug through your purse to get the ballerina flats you always carried with you.
Joel climbed out of the truck with a deep chuckle. He looked even better than the last time you'd seen him. His frame seemed broader than you remembered, his muscles pressing against the faded flannel he had on. His curls had grown long enough to tuck behind his hairs, streaks of grey peppered through the brunette hair and alongside his neatly trimmed beard.
You hastily slipped on your flats before trying to stand up from the concrete.
“Let me help you with that.” Joel took your heels and dead phone from your hands.
“You don't have to.” You mumbled as you swung your purse onto your shoulder, your balance shifted.
“Easy.” Joel said, his rough hand wrapping gently around your forearm before you had a chance to stumble. “You alright?”
You nodded as heat crept up your neck at the embarrassment of Joel seeing you like this. Keeping one hand lightly against your arm, he walked you to his truck before opening the driver side.
He helped you into the middle cushion of the old bench seat before climbing in after you and shutting the door.
The truck smelled of cigarettes and old leather, exactly as you remembered. He didn't take long to shift the truck into drive and head down the road.
For a while, you didn't speak because you were too busy contemplating how you were going to face your dad.
“Joel…”You softly called, breaking the silence as your gaze swept up at him. In response, he hummed while keeping his eyes on the dark road. “Please don't tell my dad about this.”
For a few seconds, Joel didn't reply. The truck hummed as an old country song played through the radio.
“You really think I was going to tell him?” His disappointed response pushed your lips to fall open in speechlessness. “I ain't calling him.”
“Thank you.” The weight on your shoulder eased as your relief washed over your racing thoughts. “He’d have a heart attack.”
Joel huffed a laugh before nodding once. “But..”He breathed out before glancing over at you. “You ain’t going home looking like this.”
“Do I look that bad?” You frowned at him.
“I ain't saying you look bad.” Joel replied as he looked over to you again. “I just don't want your dad seeing how fucked up you are right now.”
Your hand immediately flew to your face in embarrassment.
“It’s okay, sweetheart.” A dry laugh escaped his lips. “You probably just had too many drinks.”
“I didn't have that much.” You immediately replied while setting your purse down on the passenger seat.
“You’re still feeling the drinks though,” Joel said before shifting against the seat. “You hungry?”
“A little.” You answered before leaning back with a weary sigh.
“Good because greasy foods would likely sober you up.” Joel said under his breath, turning the a/c to a colder setting.
“Seems like you’re speaking from experience.”You remarked while softly nudging against his stiff shoulders.
“Lots of it.” Joel huffed as he brought his hands up to his beard, his fingers skimming his flawless jaw. “I wasn't a saint in my twenties at all.”
“I find that hard to believe,” You taunted while shaking your head. “You are too responsible.”
He laughed as he took a sharp turn resulting in your body scooting closer to him. The old diner appeared, its red and white neon lights glowed into the night sky.
“Your daddy wouldn't agree.” He said before parking in the half-empty parking lot and shutting off the truck.
“Here.” Joel reached behind the bench seat before tossing a worn denim jacket onto your lap. “If you don't feel comfortable wearing that dress alone.”
“Thank you.” You replied before slipping on the oversized jacket, the smell of Joel and wood filling your nose.
“There you go.” Joel said while giving an approving nod.
The both of you stepped out of the truck then crossed the parking lot together. Eventually, Joel stepped ahead and pulled the heavy glass door open for you. You thanked him before bringing your attention to the diner, it looked frozen in time. Pictures of rock idols were plastered on the walls and warm overhead lights hung over each table.
It didn't take long before the two of you were led toward a booth and then handed over a menu.
“Can I start y’all off with something?” The waitress asked as she took out her notepad.
“Just a black coffee.” Joel spoke before she could finish her question.
As she turned to you, her eyes trailed down on you in critique.
“Can I please get an order of fries,” You asked while yanking Joel’s denim jacket tighter around your waist. “And a strawberry milkshake.”
“Anything else?” She said, a speck of aggravation in her tone while she wrote in the notepad.
“No ma’am.” You quietly replied, sinking against the leather seats. Once the waitress disappeared, you glanced over at Joel.“She probably thinks I'm your hooker for the night.” You muttered in shame.
“Oh stop it.” Joel scoffed as his eyes frantically observed your figure. “That's not true at all, you don't even look the part.”
Both of your laughters settled into a comfortable silence as you waited for the food. Every now and then, Joel’s gaze drifted towards you as you picked at the chipped edge of the wooden table.
After a small wait, the waitress returned with your food. As you snacked on the basket of fries, the warm buzz of the alcohol slowly began to fade.
Joel rested both hands around the coffee mug before he leaned forward. “So, how's college?” Joel drawled before bringing the cup up to his lips, not taking his eyes off you.
“It’s been great, I only have one semester to go.” You replied as you drowned your salty fries in the serving of ketchup.
Joel nodded slowly before setting his coffee mug back onto the table. “Look at you.” He remarked. “All grown up now, hm?” Something about his tone carried a hint of taunt.
“Seems like yesterday your daddy was telling me you were moving away.”
“That's true,time’s not waiting for anyone.” You giggled while smiling into your milkshake. You then sucked the thick strawberry milkshake out of your straw.
“Oh my god.” You let out a sigh as you threw your head back in satisfaction from the sweetness. You brought your attention back to the milkshake before running the tip of your tongue on the end of the straw, licking the whipped cream.
Joel’s hand paused around his mug as his hip eagerly jolted under the table. He quietly cleared his throat before taking another sip of the coffee in an attempt to control himself.
“You've got to try this.” You insisted while nudging the milkshake closer towards him.
“Not really into sweets.” Joel declined, his deep voice becoming unsteady as he glanced down at the sugary milk.
“Please Joel.” You begged while sliding the glass of sweetness closer to him. “Have a sip.”
“You're lucky I like you enough to let you boss me around.”Joel drew out an extended breath before leaning forward. Instead of reaching for the second straw, he took a sip from yours. Your lips softly parted as he gazed directly at you through his dark lashes.
A throb surged between your thighs as he pulled back, a grin slowly spreading across his full lips.
“Pretty good.” He nodded thoughtfully before he simply picked up his coffee again as though nothing unusual had happened.
You swallowed the lump forming into your throat while then silence returned again. As your thighs instinctively clenched to relief the aching pulse, you reached for another fry.
“You can stay over at my place tonight.”Joel looked across the table at you before finally speaking. “I don’t want your daddy seeing you like this.”
“Thank you.” You softly smiled at him after swallowing your fry. You then slipped one of your feet out of your flats and bumped it against Joel’s.
When he realized it wasn't an accident, his chest heaved up and down. A line of perplexity creased against his eyebrows as his dark eyes lowered to his lap.
“I appreciate you so much.”You mumbled before softly sinking your teeth into your bottom lip as your foot started to trail up his leg. “You really didn't have to come get me, especially this late.” You added while slanting your head, observing as his knuckles turned white around the mug.
“You called,” Joel said as if his mind was somewhere else.
“You are the best.”You went on with following your foot against his leg until it halted right on the hard muscles of his thigh.
“You really don't want this sweetheart.” Joel roughly rasped as the balls of your soft foot pressed right against his crotch. “Your daddy would…”
“I don't care.” You chimed in before taking the chance to bring your toes right against his mushroom tip. From the feeling of his rigid bulge against your foot, you knew he had quite a length to him.
“I have a truck older than you.” Joel spoke as the base of his cock jerked right underneath your feet. “Don't you think I'm too old for you?”
“No.” You nodded, eyeing him as his pupils dilated with craving. “I've wanted you since the moment I met you.”
“You are trouble, you know that?” He teased while his calloused hand gripped your foot. He pressed it harder against his stiff length that was becoming harder by the second.
Before you were able to pull your foot away, the waitress swiftly arrived at the booth. “Is everything okay over here?” She inquired while taking up the menu from the edge of the table.
In an attempt to hush his groans, Joel instantly brought the mug of coffee to his lips.
“Everything is fine.” You gave her a reassuring smile as you pressed harder against Joel’s cock so your toes were able to give his shaft an occasional stroke. “Can we please have the check?”
“Sure thing.” The waitress spoke before departing from the two of you.
Your attention drifted back to Joel as your stroke on his cock matured to an intense pace, your toes focusing on his sensitive tip through the worn denim.
“You don't know how badly I've been wanting this.” Joel mumbled as his cock twitched from the dull pleasure. The tension rose between the two of you as he kept attempting to hide his grunts.
“Yeah?” You mocked as you dragged your foot down to his heavy balls.
Daze planted onto his sharp features as your toes caressed his sack.
“Fuck this,” Joel grunted before gently pulling your foot away from his throbbing cock, prompting you to put it back on the floor. Joel instantly took out an estimate of how much money would cover the food before scooting out of the booth. “Let’s go, now.” He ordered before slapping the money on the table.
The moment the both of you got into his truck, he crashed his lips against yours like he was trying to savor every bit of you. Your hands snaked around his neck as you shifted closer to Joel. You parted your lips to give him entry and he immediately slid his warm tongue into your mouth.
Your tongue lapped against his before the both of you hungrily moved against each other’s lips in sync. His calloused hand then found its way to your bare thighs, sending a shiver dancing down your spine. Another pulse spasmed between your thighs forcing you to clench it lightly.
Before you deepened the kiss with Joel, he softly bit down on your lips then pulled back. His lips trailed to the delicate skin of your neck before savagely leaching them against it. Tiny shivers smashed through your body as the pads of his thumb lazily traced small circles on your thighs.
“I wish I could take you here right now.” Joel remarked, his breath fanning against your skin before sucking on it hungrier.
“Let’s get home so you can.” You let out a moan as you combed your hands through his curls.
Joel pulled away before hauling his gaze over you. Due to the loss of his warmth against you, you drew in a shallow breath.
Without saying another word, he promptly brought his engine to life. It didn't take him long before he backed out of the diner’s empty parking lot and hit the road.
As Joel’s foot pressed harder against the gas, your heart hammered in your chest. You slid out of his denim jacket and then stretched over to rest your hands against his bulge.
“You are playing a dangerous game, sweetheart.” He warned as his eyes landed on you for a split second. You felt his muscles stiffen from your touch as his fist grew tight against the steering wheel.
“Then it’s a game worth playing.” You muttered as you palmed his full balls through the worn denim of his jeans. His rough knuckles turned white from his hold on the wheel as his posture straightened.
“You are trouble.” Joel commented, his deep southern drawl rougher than usual as his hips jerked against you.
You gave him a small giggle before massaging your thumb right against his rigid cock. A small whimper rolled out of his mouth as he kept his eyes on the road.
In the blink of an eye, he turned down the street to his house. You internally begged him to drive faster, the familiar beige brick house in your view.
The truck then rolled to a stop in front of the house before he shifted it into park and then cut off the engine. You immediately reached over for the passenger door as your heartbeat hastened.
Before your fingers could touch the handles, Joel leaned across the cab.
“What are you…” The words barely left your lips before one of his strong arms slid beneath your knees while the other wrapped securely around the small of your back.
As he effortlessly lifted you into a bridal position, he managed to open the truck's door. He stepped out into the warm night air before carrying you toward the house in hurried strides. He brought his lips back onto yours, pushing a small moan to escape your lips. You moved in sync against his lips until your mouth fell open, offering him entry
While keeping you steady in his hold, he unlocked the front door and pushed it open. Once inside, he kicked the door shut behind him with the heel of his boot, the heavy thud echoing through the quiet house.
Without breaking the kiss, he strolled deeper into the house until you ended up in his living room. He carefully dropped you onto the soft cushion of his couch as he covered on top of you.
His wet tongue lapped around yours as he hauled his rough hands to the contours of your waist. Joel then pulled away from your glossy lips, gazing down at you as his chest heaved up and down
“You are the most beautiful girl I've ever seen.” Joel commented before he started trailing a line of wet kisses down the delicate skin of your neck and cleavage. His rough fingers on your hips travelled down to your outer thigh, pushing your dress further up your body.
The tight material pooled at your waist, revealing your light blue underwear. Your cunt eagerly clamped down at the fact that it was fully on display for your dad’s best friend.
Joel lowered himself and placed a kiss right above the waistband of your underwear, sending a shiver to dance down the bones of your spine. Your hips instinctively jolted as his thick fingers pulled the damp crotch of your underwear to the side, the cold air of his house instantly slapping against your pussy
“Poor baby.” Joel cooed, his warm breath fanning against the sensitive bud. “She hadn't had any attention in a while, hm?” Joel questioned before his eyes travelled up to you.
You frantically nodded as your body longed for you to shift closer to his face.
“I can see that.” He rasped, not hesitating to lean closer to your puffy pussy lips. The wetness of your folds echoed through the room as Joel parted them with his thumb and index finger.
He then unhurriedly licked from your clenched entrance all the way to your swollen clit. You gasped as your hips instantly jolted from the warm euphoric sensation.
“Joel…”You cried out as your back arched off the cushion when he dragged the tip of his tongue up to your delicate nerve.
Your toes curled when he latched his tongue around the bud, lightly suctioning it. In satisfaction, he hummed against your cunt, sending direct vibration to the sensitive nerve. He took his rough hands to the skin of your hips and shoved more of your pussy into his face. An exotic feeling rose in the pit of your stomach while your thighs tensed in euphoria.
His teeth delicately grazed over the nerve, sending your mouth to fall open as you clamped your eyes shut. By the way his mouth claimed your pulsing cunt, you knew you weren't going to last too long.
He then pulled back and spat right on your pussy. The warm saliva trailed between the crevices of your folds before he suctioned his lips back onto the bud without any mercy.
“Best cunt I've ever tasted.” He grunted against your face before dragging his tongue down to your entrance, his dark eyes watching you fall apart from his mouth.
A tangle of bliss evolved in your lower stomach as he buried his flat tongue deep inside your greedy cunt, his nose brushing right against your swollen clit. The way he curled his long tongue in you drove your eyes to roll back. Your hips parted as your hips hungrily rolled right against his nose.
Your thigh clamped around his head as he hauled his slick-covered tongue up to your aching bud, giving it some attention. He shook his head and groaned against your pussy while sucking on you. You moaned out as your heart knocked against your rib cage. Your orgasm was coming faster than you anticipated, your walls clenching around nothing.
Joel devoured your cunt like he was hungry as he grasped your hips tighter. He then drifted his tongue down to your cunt, the sensation urged you to curl your toes as you clamped down around his tongue.
“This feels amazing.” You dragged out as the overwhelming pleasure made you squeezed your eyes shut. His tongue managed to hit the sensitive spot against your walls before you moved your hips to fuck yourself with his tongue.
His eyes shot up to you due to your greediness. Joel then took his tongue from out of you, you whimpered at the loss of his warmth.
Your breath was taken away when his lips latched back onto your clit. You threw your head back as Joel shoved his face deeper against your pussy.
You were so close to your release that your hips twitched from Joel’s intense suction on you. The knot in your stomach was threatening to snap as your breathing grew unstable.
“You're going to make me cum….please Joel.” You cried out when you realized the tip of Joel's tongue was flicking your clit as his lips remained suctioned on it. A wail left your lips as your hips lifted in an attempt to get away from Joel’s skillful mouth. Moving didn't help much because he made sure to keep his mouth attached to your pussy no matter what.
“Cum for me, sweetheart.” Joel grunted before resuming his delightful feasting on your clit. Your muscles tensed as you sobbed, your back arching off the couch to get away from him sucking on you.
He didn't care that you were cumming.
For his own pleasure, he went on with nursing your incredibly sensitive clit. Every nerve in you tingled as you breathed out of a mixture of wails. The aftershocks were coming in and your hips twitched against his wet mouth.
When you made an effort to move away from his mouth again, he eventually backed down. He pulled away from in between your trembling thighs with a hum of satisfaction. As he caught his breath, he licked every excess drop of your juices off his trimmed mustache.
Joel then rose up until he hovered over you. In longing, his eyes scanned your face as you pouted underneath him.
“Are you going to be a good girl for me?” Joel asked before bringing his veiny hands to his brown belt. While he unbuckled the worn-out leather, you looked up at him.
“Yes.”Anticipation filled your veins as he unbuttoned his jeans then hauled them down revealing his grey boxers. His cock strained against the cotton while the tip oozed with pre-cum staining his boxers.
You swallowed while he tugged against the elastic of his waistband until his rigid cock sprang free. Without hesitation, your eyes widened at the sight of it. Your poor pussy clamped in disbelief, already determining that Joel wasn't going to be able to fit.
Joel was huger than you ever expected. The extended length was very girthy with the slightest upward curve. A long vein ran up his tan shaft to the end of his glistening mushroom tip. Brunette hairs that were turning grey entirely covered the base of his cock and his full balls.
“You don't know how long I've wanted you for.” Joel spoke as his calloused hand cupped your underboob. Without warning, Joel leaned forward and patted his wet tip against your swollen nerve. You nearly choked out when Joel then gradually dragged it against your pussy, collecting your slick. Your hips jerked at the feeling as your widened eyes shot to his face. A pulse ached between your legs while a soft whine spilled out of your mouth.
“So damn wet.” Joel grunted as his tip halted right at your cunt’s tight entrance. The feeling almost urged you to shut your legs but Joel held onto them; pulling them up to your chest.
You let out a soft cry of pleasing discomfort as he slowly sank into you, his mushroom tip stretched out your entrance. You rested your head against the cushion as his enormous cock threatened to fit inside your cunt.
“There we go.” Joel groaned, keeping his dilated eyes on you. “Big stretch, I know.”
You whimpered as your pussy swallowed his whole cock, the velvety walls adapting to the stretch from his girth.
“You are too big.” You struggled to find the words as your legs unintentionally quivered.
“You are doing great.” Joel remarked, tracing gentle circles on your thighs as he bottomed out. “Just relax, my sweet girl.” Joel cooed as a breathy moan left your mouth.
Joel didn't move a single inch until your walls eventually stretched to his girth. You clamped your eyes shut as your hands shot up to his buff shoulders, digging your nails into the clothed skin.
Your mouth hung open and brows creased as he then gradually proceeded to thrust into. A knot of pleasure made its presence known into your lower stomach before he pulled his cock all the way out of you. When Joel only kept this mushroom tip in you, your walls clenched around it with all it’s might. Small tremors of tension extended through your body while your stomach plunged.
Thrusting back into you was a brutal reminder of how full he was making you feel. In pure euphoria, a sob erupted from your throat due to how overpowering the stretch was.
Joel leaned forward to bring his lips to the sweaty skin of your neck as he found a likable and continuous pace. The head of his cock kissed against a spot so deep within you that frequent moans left you.
“You are so fucking me so good, Joel.” You strained out, looking down at the way his entire length disappeared into your canal.
“And you are taking me so well.” Joel replied in a grunt as he dragged his rough fingers down to your clit. “ It was like you were made just for me.”
The sounds of your wet cunt crammed the air as your fluids thickened with every snap of his hips. Lacking control, Joel switched to pounding into your pussy as his fingers moved in small, tight circles around your stimulated bud.
He was rubbing you in a way that made you see angels. In bliss, you whimpered as your velvety walls fluttered around him.
The familiar sensation in you was constructing very rapidly while Joel claimed the skin of your neck. You whined, taking all of the pleasure he was delivering.
“Oh my god…don’t stop.” You pleaded through clenched teeth as your walls spasmed around his length.
“Don't worry, I got you.” He grunted against your skin while continuing to pump into your greedy mess of cunt. A knot of ecstasy was forming in your lower stomach, driving you closer to your release. “You are so good at taking all of me.” His deep groans were shifting into uncontrollable whimpers as his hips smashed into yours in a snappy manner.
Joel then pecked a line of sloppy kisses on your jaw as the buildup in your lower stomach was about to release, forcing your walls to move in wave-like motions around his cock.
“Are you going to cum, sweetheart?” Joel struggled to question as the mushroom tip of his cock twitched right against the delicate spongy in you.
You nodded frantically as an inhumane cry left your throat.
“Good girl, go right ahead,” Joel grunted as he took his thumb off of your overstimulated bud and carried them to the fat of your hips.
Your thickened juices coated his cock due to Joel’s attempt to make your walls take the shape of his massive cock. Moans and breathy whimpers were the only thing fleeing from your mouth as Joel drilled into you at a vicious pace.
Another sharp wave of ecstasy settled low in your stomach as Joel kept attending to the spongy area. Tears began welling in your eyes as your walls molded the girth of cock.
“That’s my girl.” He remarked while his fingers pressed into your hips, using them as a handlebar to get even deeper into your warm pussy. “Come on, you can do it.”
The surge of euphoria forming inside of you didn't slow down, pushing you to repeatedly moan. The sound of your sweaty skin slapping against his was fierce. Your cries were getting weary but louder as your legs quivered, Joel’s cock was reaching areas in your pussy that had never been surpassed before.
“You feel so good.” You choked out in an extended cry as your orgasm threatened to release.
“You’re so beautiful when you are about to cum.” Joel groaned, failing to maintain control of himself.
The needy rhythm from him brought you to the end, your hips hungrily jolted to take more.
“Aren't you a greedy girl?” He grunted in a condescending tone as your cunt ruthlessly strangled his cock.
Every muscle in your body sprouted tight as the knot deep in you snapped. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as an ecstatic warmth washed over you.
“There you go, babygirl.” Joel cooed as he proceeded with pumping into you. “Take all that you need.”
A guttural wail left your throat as you trembled underneath him. The way he was talking you through your release drove your hips to instinctively roll against him. Your pussy could do nothing but swallow him as he fucked you through your high.
By the way his breathing evolved into a laborious pattern, you knew he was soon about to cum. You felt Joel twitch against your walls as the pace at which he was pounding into you got messy and hostile. Your juices dripped down to his hairy balls as he pumped into you.
“You are milking me dry.” Joel whimpered, his deep southern drawl softer than you've ever heard, his cock jerked in you again.
“Cum in me please.”As your aftershocks arrived, you managed to choke out in a plea.
“What am I going to do with you?” He tsked before burying himself deep in your overworked cunt, a deep grunt leaving his mouth.
His cock repeatedly twitched as he came in against the delicate spot in you. His warm, sticky fluids spilled deep in you as your eyes broadened in desire from the feeling of being filled up. His breath hitched as your tightness milked every last drop of his cum out of his cock. He gradually pumped into you, not making a single drop of his thick ropes of cum go to waste as he remained hovering over you.
You lazily glanced up at him through your lashes as you tried to recollect yourself from the overwhelming release. Joel drew laborious breaths as he dragged his cock out of your puffy pussy.
“You did so good, sweetheart.”
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