The Meanest Man In Texas.
Pairing: Outlaw!Joel Miller x Rich!Reader. (no outbreak, late 1800s au)
Warnings: 18+, voyeurism, unprotected piv, oral sex (m!receiving), mentions of murder, prostitution, praise, pussy pronouns, slight face fucking, cheating, creampie, dirty talk, fingering
Summary: Joel is an outlaw who’s been on the run for as long as he can remember. He went into town looking for a warm body to hold, little did he know it’d be one of the richest women in town.
a/n: first post on here, kinda nervy lol. please let me know if there’s any warnings i missed!!
Word count:6,537
Joel Miller was a cruel, cruel man. No one could deny it, even himself. He's spent his years running from the law and living off the land, unable to stay in one place for too long without becoming antsy, feeling as if the law or the weight of his past would catch up with him. He was a killer. A robber. A downright sinner with a bounty of nearly 5,000 dollars on his head. His posters scattered across every town.
He would sometimes ride into the different towns, stopping for the night for a room, a bath, or just a warm body to hold at the saloon. The life on the run had its perks, but he couldn't help but feel as if he was missing something—or someone— within his life.
Joel never considered himself a man who was deserving of a beautiful woman to wed, to take care of, to start a family with. His hands were too bloody, his face was too worn and hardened from all of the things he had witnessed throughout the years. But he could never shake the feeling —the longing— for a woman to call his own and not some working girl he takes to the hotel when the whiskey is running through his veins.
Tonight was another night on the trail, his mare, Lady, carrying him into the closest town without a care in the world. Tonight was one of those nights where the man just needed a warm body to hold, or enough whiskey to down an elephant.
The closest town was a town filled with snobby rich city folk. Oh, how he hated those, the prim and proper women, the men who think they are too good to ever work with their hands. He despised the place, always wondered why someone would want to live in a place like this, so close to one another, no sight of nature between the buildings, but he could not deny that they were great for taking from the rich.
He pulled his mare up to the hitching post of the saloon, tying her up with extreme care. "Easy, girl. Stay right here." The gruff words leave him as he pats at her neck. The saloon is fancier than the ones he's used to, the whiskey nearly sending him into shock at the price. The town alone feels too rich for his blood.
As he drowns himself in the amber liquid the doors swing open, revealing a man who looked like he had more money than he could ever spend in his lifetime, the kind of man who paid for things he was perfectly capable of doing himself. At his side he sees a pretty little thing, you, dressed in the prettiest damn blue dress he has seen in a long time. He stares at the pair of you, your soft innocent eyes, your beautiful hair, your more reserved and timid aura next to a man who looks like he woudn't even spit on somebody who was on fire, with a smug face and polished suit, and dress shoes that probably cost more than an average man's yearly salary.
He couldn't help but think that you shouldn't be with a man like that, someone who looked so sweet and kind next to a man who looked like he wouldn't even spare a second glance at an injured animal.
Victor was the man's name, at least that's what the drunken old bastard at the poker table called out to him as he saw the sight of you two. Victor went over to the poker table, not even sparing a second glance at you, leaving you to your lonesome so he could gamble away his endless supply of income.
Joel can't help but keep looking at you, the slight flicker of hurt beneath your eyes as you get pushed to the side for some gambling. You make your way over to the bar counter, eyes locking with his for a moment before you look away, intimidated yet oddly intrigued by the man who looks out of place in a town like this. His worn and dirty boots, paired with his black cowboy hat with a bullet hole through the rim, calloused hands that were from working for everything he has, the revolver on his hip, they all draw you in.
Sitting down at the bar you order yourself a whiskey, neat. Not a typical order from a lady of your status. "Whiskey, huh? woman after my own heart." you hear the outlaw grumble out, his voice being even more attractive than you thought it would be. The sound of his words sends something stirring in your stomach.
A small, modest laugh leaves your lips as you take a small sip of the drink. "You ain't from around these parts, are ya?" The question leaving your lips before you can stop it, intrigued to learn more about the man who has you so drawn to him from a few words alone.
You slowly start to chat away with the mysterious man, learning the small details he's willing to give. He's from further out west, claims he's a ranch hand but you have a hard time believing such. He feels familiar, like you've seen his face somewhere before, it's a big town and you definitely would've remembered a man like him around here, but before you can ponder much longer Victor calls you over. You excuse yourself and practically flee like a puppy who just heard its name.
Victor is boasting about his winnings, pressing a small kiss onto your cheek before tugging you onto his lap, the sight causing Joel to have a sudden feeling of discontent. He doesn't know why he's so drawn to you. Maybe it's the way you carry yourself, your soft-looking hair that makes him want to reach out and touch it. Maybe it's the way he noticed you have so much to say in that pretty little head of yours but don't let the words leave your lips. Or maybe he's just being silly and the whiskey is making him feel things he hasn't felt in a while. Not lust, but something almost like curiosity.
He watches you and Victor for what feels like forever before a working girl comes up to him. "Hey, Sugar. Looking for some company?" Practically hanging off of him as the words leave her lips. Against his better judgment in his whiskey-induced haze, he agrees. letting the woman grab his hand and lead him up to the bedrooms.
After the torturous time of having to sit on Victor's lap like some trophy while he plays poker, paired with the loud noises and the drunken men with their obscene comments, you decide to book a room for you and Victor for the night. Decided to just spend the night here instead of heading back to your not-so-modest estate towards the edge of the town.
Making your way up the stairs you hear some noises, progressively growing louder the closer you get to the rooms. Making your way towards your bed for the night you see a room with the door slightly cracked open.
Against your better judgment, you peek inside, only to be met by the sight of the man, Joel, getting his cock sucked by the eager working girl. The sight stirs something inside of you, heat instantly growing deep in your lower belly.
His head is tilted back with his eyes shut, an occasional deep groan leaving his lips as he guides her by the hair to take more of his cock. "Fuck— just like that, darlin'." He all but groans out as his cock pulses inside the woman's mouth. As much as you know you shouldn't be watching and you should head to your room and forget what you saw, you can't tear your eyes away no matter how hard you try.
You try to get a closer look but bump into the door, a slight creak of hinges causing Joel's eyes to snap open, eyes landing on you, catching you watching the sight of him getting pleasured.
Joel gains a sick sense of pride at the sight, the pretty girl who he wishes could take the barmaid's place is now watching him. "Yeah, keep goin', sweetheart" He rasps out and starts to buck his hips up into the barmaid's eager mouth while keeping his eyes locked onto yours, clearly putting on a show for you now like the sick bastard he is.
The sight is increasingly making your cunt grow wetter by the second. You wonder what it would be like to take her place. To be the one to pleasure the mysterious man, the one to take his cock into your mouth and— "Dear?" A sudden voice pulls you out of your trance. Whipping your head around you see Victor, a confused expression on his face, clearly drunk and confused about why you are just staring into a room with a face so flushed it's amazing that you haven't burst into flames.
All that leaves your lips are stammers, unable to explain, but Victor seems too drunk to notice, or care. "Come now, Dear, I want to celebrate my winnings." He says with a smirk you know by now. The one that says you're about to get taken to the room for him to have his way with you.
Usually, you would try to refuse, use some excuse or another to get him to leave you alone for the night, even though you know he would just go off to some working girl when you deny him. But the sight of the mysterious man getting pleasured, the praise leaving his lips, the way he looked while guiding her head and rocking his hips into her mouth has got you needier than you would ever admit.
So without a second thought, you grab Victor's hand, all but dragging him off to your room for the night. As the door shuts behind you, you turn and crash your lips onto Victor's, a flicker of surprise in his eyes, not used to you being the one to initiate anything remotely sexual.
You didn't even get anywhere near finishing by the time Victor painted your stomach with ropes of his cum. You lie here in the bed, messy, left feeling ashamed now that the haze of desire has worn off. Victor is already fast asleep next to you, the alcohol and exertion of the sex leaving him exhausted. Not even a second glance spared your way, no reassurance, not even a goodnight. Although you never expected anything different from him.
You've grown accustomed to living in a loveless marriage with Victor. The fighting, the cheating, the way he only wants you around to show you off like some prize or to get his rocks off. You married Victor to please your father, and both of your families benefited from the marriage. It was a marriage founded on convenience, not love.
As a little girl, you dreamed of marrying a man who was kind, a man who would try to give you anything you had ever wanted, someone who never raised his voice, someone who would at least not cheat on you with some working girl on the side of the street.
You dreamed of getting away from the city, settling down in a cozy ranch with a man who loves you, with two children who he protects with his life, but that day never came. Instead, you were stuck with a man who only kept you around for his needs and reputation.
With a small sigh, you stand up from the bed, wiping yourself clean with a cloth. Your lips slightly tremble as you slip your clothes back on. This shameful feeling is clawing at you. You spare a glance at Victor's sleeping form before you slip out of the room.
As you step outside the stuffy saloon your eyes instantly lock on Joel. An almost pathetic flush forms on your skin, which he returns with a smirk. "Goin' somewhere, pretty lady?" The southern drawl in his voice does things to you, things that you shouldn't be feeling when you are a respectable married woman.
"Just needed some fresh air" You reply, your voice coming out more sheepish than you wanted it to be. A chuckle leaves his lips as he shamelessly eyes up your form in that blue dress he finds oh so pretty. The bastard was finding some sick enjoyment in running into you after you watched his cock get sucked by some working girl in the bedrooms above the saloon.
He mounts Lady with ease, the sight more attractive than it should've been. A mutter of good girl leaves his lips, your head lifting up instantly. "Excuse me?' you question, but as your eyes look over to him once more, embarrassment floods your body as you realize he's talking to the damn horse, patting her neck as he feeds her a sugar cube. Amusement fills his eyes as he notices the flustered state of you, getting a kick out of riling you up, on purpose or not.
"You okay to ride on my horse a little?" the question that leaves his lips surprises you, not expecting him to downright ask if you wanted to ride with him. You hesitate, eyes flickering towards the saloon, thinking of your husband who's asleep inside.
"I'll keep you safe." He adds, as if he really wants you to go on a ride with him. Against your better judgment of getting on a horse with a complete stranger, you agree.
"Fine, but you gotta promise not to take me somewhere secluded and rob me for all I got" The dry joke leaves your lips as you move to mount his horse, his hand reaching out to help you up. His big hands feel soft against your slender ones despite the callouses and scars that litter them. He gently tugs you up onto Lady, surprising care from a man of his nature and size.
"'course not, darlin'" he says, the amusement in his tone evident. A click of his tongue and Lady is off. Joel leading the two of you out of the city lines and into the lovely sight of nature. You've always loved the outdoors, though you never got to experience it much. finding beauty in the scenery and all of the different critters.
The ride is filled with comfortable silence, until Joel decides to break it. "So, ya usually watch strangers gettin' their cock sucked or am I just the lucky man?"
The question alone was enough to make you want to burst into flames on the spot. You couldn't see his face but you just knew that he was getting a kick out of getting a reaction out of you.
"What- no- ain't like that" you try to explain, not wanting him to think you're some sick creep who gets off on watching others but you can't deny that the way he was fucking the woman's throat and praising her for taking his length turned you on more than you'd like to admit.
"Ain't like that?" he questions with a small snort. "You at least like what you saw?" you could practically hear the smugness dripping from his tone. Joel didn't understand why he was having so much fun toying with you for what you did. Had it been anyone else, he probably would've shot them for watching so long, but the sight of your flushed face and wide innocent eyes as you watched caused his cock to pulse in a way it hadn't in a long time.
"Is this any way to talk to a lady?" you huff out, clearly flustered, your grip around his waist tightening as you pray for the ground to swallow you whole. Joel only lets out a small snort and leads Lady into the trees.
A couple of moments later Joel brings Lady to a halt. Now finding yourselves in a beautiful clearing with a lake. A doe drinking from the lake before she notices the two of you and quickly prances away. Joel dismounts Lady and turns to you, grabbing you by the waist and effortlessly lifting you off the mare and sitting you down onto the ground.
Your legs feel like jelly at the feeling of his rough hands handling you with such care. He doesn't say much as the two of you take in the scenery. A man of few words majority of the time, which you thought was a shame because his voice was one of the best things you have heard in a long time.
"Why did you bring me here, Mister?" the question leaves your lips as you look at your surroundings. Wondering why he took you all the way out here. Usually you would assume the worst, assume he was going to rob you and dump your body into the water, but there's something about Joel that makes you trust him.
"Dunno, figured a pretty thing like you would enjoy something like this" The words come out nonchalant but his stance and the unspoken words don't go unnoticed.
Your face flushes at the admission. This is wrong, so wrong. You have a husband that you have been extremely loyal to Victor the entire marriage, but all it took was one man for you to go and want to throw it all away. "I'm married, Mister. I would appreciate if you didn't speak in such a manner."
"Happily?" He quickly questions at the mention of Victor. The mere mention of the man sparked a possessive feeling inside of him. He had no right to feel this way about a woman he just met, but he can't help it. He stalks towards you, invading your space.
"Yes— I am very happy in my marriage." Even you don't believe the words as they come out of your mouth. You wish you could divorce victor but it's easier said than done, especially with a status of your nature. Against your better judgment, your eyes flicker down to his lips, reminded of the words that left them when he was with the working girl.
"I don't know if I believe that, Darlin'" The words come out gruff as he steps close to you, backing you up against a tree. The bark feels rough against your back, the thin fabric of the dress doing little to help against the feeling. His hand reaches up and cups your cheek so delicately it's a shocking feeling from a man of his nature. A man who has taken plenty of lives, has done more unforgivable things than he can count is now cupping your cheek like you're the most precious thing he has ever handled.
"Wanna know what I think?" he questions, a smug look on his face at the pretty pink flush that covers your skin. When you don't respond he continues speaking. "I think ya don't really wanna be with that man. Don't treat you right, do he? Bet he ain't know the first thing about fucking a woman proper like— makin' her feel real good." His thumb brushes against your bottom lip, gently tugging at the plump flesh.
You don't even know how to respond to his words, never having someone speak such vulgar things to you. As much as you wish to deny them, you both know you would be lying straight through your teeth. Because Joel is right, Victor doesn't know the first thing about pleasuring you, never gives you any praise or touch that won't benefit him. Hell, you've never even had an orgasm.
Your lack of words confirms everything Joel is saying, a knowing smirk on his face as he leans in closer, close enough that his steady breaths mingle with your own shaky ones. "Wanna know what it feels like? I could show you. Show that pretty pussy of yours a fun time, bet she needs some attention." His other hand drifts down to your hip, gently tugging your hips closer so you can feel his aching cock pressing against you.
This is so wrong, you should push him away, scream for help, and have the man arrested, but you don't. As much as you don't want to admit it, his words and touch make your cunt throb with interest.
"I'm married" you weakly protest once more, knowing you want this—need this—but you aren't used to a man who makes you feel this way. The scent of him alone makes you want to tear both of your clothes off and let him fuck you against the tree you're currently pressed against.
"You don't want this?" The murmur leaves his lips as he tilts your face up to lock eyes with his own. His pupils blown as he leans in closer, lips lightly brushing against yours. As cruel as a man Joel Miller was, he was never a man who took more than a lady was willing to give. He was a killer, and a crook, not a monster for Christ's sake.
You don't answer with words, instead you close the remaining distance between your lips with a small, tentative kiss. Not caring that it's wrong because it feels oh so right. The growl that leaves Joel doesn't sound human as he quickly takes dominance of the kiss, pressing you harder against the tree as his hand possessively slides down to your waist.
"Ya taste damn heavenly" he murmurs against your lips before gently nipping at your bottom lip, a soft needy gasp leaving your lips at the feeling. You're embarrassingly turned on from just a simple kiss. Joel can tell just how much his kiss is affecting you.
A dark chuckle leaves his lips before he slips his tongue into your eager mouth. You softly moan at the feeling, tongue instantly tangling with his as your hands hesitantly come up to grip his shirt, needing something to hold onto, legs feeling like jelly.
The kiss grows heavier the longer it goes on, both sets of your hands gripping and tugging at each other. Joel's hand slips under your dress, only to discover you are not wearing any undergarments. "Dirty girl, ain't ya?" He teasingly drawls out as his hand traces up your inner thigh, dangerously close to your eager cunt.
"Tell me to stop and I will." As much as you know you should tell him to stop and take you back to the saloon so you can go back to bed with your husband, you can't. You don't want to say no, you want Joel to keep touching you, his filthy words stirring a desire inside of you that you can't control.
"Please" The whimper leaves your lips before you can stop it. Your hips slightly squirm in a silent request for him to relieve the ache that has been growing between your thighs since you first laid your eyes on him.
Joel lets out a strained chuckle, though there is no humor to the situation that's happening between the two of you. "Please, what? Use your words, Darlin'." he says with that smug look of his. He knows he has you right where he wants you, and you have zero complaints.
You hesitate as he tells you to use your words, never one to ask for what you want, let alone when it comes to having a man who isn't your husband pleasuring your cunt— though Victor was never good at that in the first place. "Please— touch me." The worlds finally leave your lips and Joel is more than happy to oblige.
A strained curse leaves his lips as his fingers finally come into contact with your wet folds. "Christ, Darlin'. Eager little thing, ain't she?" The sound that leaves your lips is downright pathetic as he traces his finger though your slit. His simple touch has your knees almost buckling, hands coming up to hold onto his muscular arms. Joel referring to your pussy as if it were another being making you discover something new about yourself.
The pads of Joel's fingers teasingly rub at your clit, causing you to mewl and buck your hips into the touch. "Joel—" you all but whimper out, embarrassingly close from jus a few teasing circles around your clit. Joel only chuckles, rubbing at your clit a few more times before circling his middle finger around your entrance.
"Shh, Sweetheart. Just relax." Joel murmurs into your ear before teasingly nipping at the lobe of your ear, causing a small gasp to leave your lips. After what feels like a torturous amount of time, Joel finally slips his finger inside of your aching cunt. Your head drops against his shoulder as he starts to stretch out your tight cunt with just a single thick finger.
"Ah-, look at me" Joel all but growls as he reaches with his free hand, gently yanking your hair back to lock eyes with him as his finger continues to work inside of you. You keep your eyes locked onto his even though every instinct of yours is screaming at you to hide yourself from his intense gaze, not used to someone wanting you to keep your eyes on them as they pleasure you.
A mutter of good girl leaves his lips as he notices how hard you're trying just to behave and keep your eyes locked onto his. He rewards you by sliding in another finger, gently scissoring at your hole as he searches for that ribbed spot inside of you that will have you seeing stars. "Right there—" You barely manage to get out through a moan as his fingers brush against your sweet spot, your knees buckling as fireworks explode in your lower belly.
"Here? Yeah, you like that, dontcha?" Joel continues to tease the spot once you confirmed what he was hoping, his eyes stay locked onto yours the entire time, the intense eye contact doubled with his touch is making you see stars, your orgasm approaching quicker than you would ever like to admit.
Joel can feel your cunt clenching around his fingers the longer he keeps up his ministrations. "Oh, she's begging for it. Gonna give 'er exactly what she needs." Joel keeps his touch is exactly how it is, not rushing the second he feels how close you are. His thumb toys with your swollen clit. That final touch being all it takes to send you over the edge, your orgasm crashing over you, your cunt practically gushing all over his hand.
You've never felt something so intense, so good, yet so overwhelming. You know you'd be down on the grass right now if it wasn't for Joel holding you up with an arm around your waist, his other hand working you through your very first orgasm. "Yeah, sweetheart. Let it happen" his response comes out rough but you can sense the hint of gentleness underneath his gruff exterior.
Your body starts to calm down after the final waves of your intense pleasure subside, leaving you in a blissful state after your very first glimpse into a world of pleasure. Your vision is no longer blurry as you look at him. Joel looks just as fucked out as you, his cock straining painfully against the denim of his jeans.
"Christ— ya look real pretty when ya come, baby girl" he murmurs as his fingers slide out of your sensitive cunt, a soft hiss leaving your lips at the feeling. Your eyes travel down to the obvious tent in his jeans, hand reaching down to give it a gentle, curious squeeze. The sound that leaves his lips is a mix between a groan and almost a whine.
His hand quickly comes to cover your own over his aching erection. "Careful, 'm tryin' ta be a gentleman" he murmurs as he fights every instinct within himself to grind himself against your palm, desperate for friction.
The way he looks is almost impossibly entrancing, his blown pupils, the harsh breaths making his chest rise and fall his enticing body, standing there this desperate for you. You need him in a way that you've never needed before, your prior orgasm doing little to put out the fire burning inside of you. "Please, Joel. I need you"
"Ya need me? Need my cock deep in your tight little cunt, that it?" The pure filth that leaves his mouth would've made you disgusted if it was leaving anyone else's lips but his own. "Yeah, bet she need it real bad, don't she?"
His filthy words already make your clit throb with an entire new wave of desire. His hands roam your body, teasing near your cunt but not quite touching. You know he wants the words to leave your lips, wants you to be the one to tell him about how you want him to fuck you silly in the middle of nowhere right in front of the lake.
You hesitate, such vulgar words never leaving your lips before, but you swallow back your pride. "Need you to fuck me, need your cock." Your face flushes deeply at the words that leave your lips.
The words earn a growl from Joel's lips, practically tearing your dress as he bunches it up around your waist before making work of his own clothes. His union suit making him groan in frustration for a moment before he finally frees his aching cock for you to see in all its glory.
You take in the sight of his cock up close for the first time, the girth, the length, his salt and pepper pubes, his balls heavy as precum leaks from his tip. "Can I—" you begin to speak but he cuts you off before you can fully eat the words out.
"God, sweet girl. Please" he grabs your wrist and leads your hand down to his cock before releasing you, letting you handle his cock the way you want to. You wrap around him with a firm but gentle grip, thumb rubbing his precum around his tip before slowly starting to stroke him.
"Fuck, just like that. such a good girl for me." The groans that leave his mouth are downright sinful. The gentle but eager strokes causing him to start to slowly thrust himself into your hand. The praise that leaves his lips makes you cunt flutter around nothing, arousal coating your inner thighs.
His praise is making you feel on top of the world, you feel bold, as if you could do anything just from him telling you that you're a good girl for stroking his cock. At the sudden rush you rub him between your folds, both of you sucking in a sharp breath at the feeling.
Joel's hand slams against the tree by your head, hips bucking into the warm feeling of your cunt. "Christ—" he moans, fighting the urge inside of him to just take, to bury his cock inside of your cunt and fuck you until neither of you can move.
"That's just cruel, teasin' a man when he's tryin' to be a gentleman." you let out a flustered giggle at the words. You drag his cock between your folds once more, his tip catching at your entrance.
All the restraint that Joel was showing is suddenly thrown out the window at the feeling. he lifts you up and your legs instinctively wrap around him, locking at the ankles and holding him against you.
"Gonna fuck you real good. Gonna show this pretty cunt what that husband of yours can't. She'll love it, I swear." he grunts out, his jaw tensed, the vein in his neck bulging due to him holding back. He lines his cock up to your entrance, slowly pushing inside even though his entire body is screaming at him to just bury himself to the hilt in one go and fuck you with wild abandon.
"You're so vulgar, this is no way to talk to—" you weakly begin to say before he pushes inside. Just the tip but the stretch of t alone has your head tilting back against the tree as a broken whimper leaves your lips.
"She's real tight, squeezing the life outta me and I only got the tip in 'er" he pants out as your warm cunt welcomes his throbbing tip. He feels as if he could cum just from this.
He slowly pushes his length inside of you, the stretch feeling deliciously painful. Once you are fully impaled on his cock the pair of you let out soft pants. Joel may be a cruel man but he has enough decency to let a lady adjust to the size of his cock inside of them before starting to move.
You gratefully take the moment to adjust to the feeling of being stretched so deliciously. After you feel like you can take him you let out a soft whine in silent request for him to start moving. "Use yer words" he mutter against your ear before giving the lobe a soft nip, soothing it with a small lick after.
"Please, Mister. Please fuck me" you don't even feel embarrassed anymore, too turned on to care about how pathetic you may sound begging for a man to fuck you in the forest right while your husband is asleep in some fancy hotel with a warm bed.
Your words is all it takes for Joel to start moving his hips, each drag of his cock inside of you making you see stars. The bark of the tree scratches at your back but you can't bring yourself to care at the moment.
The sounds that leave the both of you are downright sinful. Each thrust causing lewd wet sounds to fill the trees around you. "Listen to 'er, she's lovin' it, ain't she?" he rasps out through groans, his cock hitting places you didn't even know were possible, his tip kissing your cervix with each thrust.
You can feel your second orgasm of the night approaching embarrassingly fast. Your moans turning into soft whimpers. Joel's own release not far off from your own. The way your cunt is tightly squeezing him, sucking him in like it never wants to let go and making his release build in a way that makes him feel like a teenager losing his virginity again.
His thrusts grow more sloppy the longer they go on, his breaths turning more ragged. With a final drag inside your cunt you let out a loud whine, that little rubber band inside of you snapping, fireworks behind your eyes as your nails dig into his back.
"Oh fuckk, yeah, she's squeezing me dry" he barely manages to groan out before he's spilling his seed deep inside of you. His head drops to your shoulders as he weakly grinds his seed inside your cunt.
Your soft pants couple his harsh breaths, tangled against him as you both come down from your highs. He pulls his cock out of your leaking hole, a collective hiss leaving the both of you. Getting put back on the ground your legs feel like jello, hands tightly clutching his shoulders to keep yourself up in your wobbly legs.
"Trembling like a damn fawn" the tease that leaves his lips make you gently smack his shoulder with a scoff, though there's no real heat behind it. You can feel his cum dripping down your thighs, your back stinging from the friction of the tree bark, but you couldn't care less. You feel euphoric, him and his cock giving you the greatest feeling you've ever experienced.
He grabs a cloth out of the saddlebag hanging off of Lady, gently cleaning up your puffy sensitive folds. He gently shushes you as you whine and squirm, feeling like a live wire with every touch, even something as innocent as him cleaning you up.
The ride back to town is silent, only the hum of cicadas and Lady's hooves hitting the ground filling the air before you decide to break the silence. "I don't usually do this" you try explaining, not wanting him to think you are some unfaithful wench who constantly cheats on her husband.
"I know ya ain't darlin', though I couldn't blame ya if ya were" he says with a small snort, it's clear as day to anybody that he's not particularly fond of your husband even though he has never even spoke to the man.
You feel a small sense of ease at the sound of his words, thankful you aren't being reduced to some unfaithful woman just because of one hookup. Hell you deserved to fuck somebody else with the amount of times that Victor has went to bed with another lady.
The saloon comes into view and you suddenly get hit with a feeling of dread. You wish you could stay with Joel forever, run off with the outlaw and never look back. But you can't, you won't, you're not going to throw your whole life away for a man you just met, a dangerous man with a bounty on his head, a man wanted dead or alive.
He stops Lady in front of the saloon, helping you climb down. "Well, this is where we go our separate ways, Darlin'. I'll try and find ya if i ever ride through again" He offers and all you can offer is a small nod of your head.
You hope to see him again, to see him and continue whatever the hell it is the two of you have going on. With a small wave and a final pat to Lady's neck you head back inside, making your way back up the stairs to be with your husband.
You slip into the room, trying to be quiet so victor will stay asleep and not question where the hell you have been. You slip out of your dress, wanting to lay down and rest after getting your pussy pounded by a man you just met.
"The hell happened to your back, Dear?" you stiffen as you hear the groggy voice of Victor. How are you supposed to explain something like that to him, like 'Oh I just went and fucked a wanted man because you can't get me off and I'm thinking of running off with him the next time i see him'. No, you can't. So you lie.
"Just scratched it a little too hard, my nails are sharp" you know it's a bullshit excuse, one that most people wouldn't believe, but Victor is still drunk and dazed so he just lets out a small grunt in reply before rolling back over.
You climb into the bed next to him with a small sigh, staring at the ceiling you think of Joel. The way he fucked you, the words that left his lips, your first orgasm. You can still feel the remains his sticky cum coating your inner thighs, but you don't care, you drift off into a well deserved blissful sleep while thinking about the life you could live with a man like him, dreaming of the next time you get to see the man known as the meanest man in Texas.
a/n: this work will also be posted on my ao3!! (vampzlvrrr)
divider by: @/saradika