Dear Toxi, I wrote yet another letter using Resistbot to once again ask my representatives (and evil governor) about the SAVE act & inquiring about Palestine. Ever since the ceasefire ended I feel like I've seen almost no one talking about it. We must keep pressing our representatives and leaders about this.
Anyways, I'm at the beach today and it got me thinking. Would the Miller brothers (either in Leopard Print or the series you wrote) ever take out dear reader to the beach? Or a lake? Perhaps they would dick her down in a changing room or behind a sand dune. Idk, food for thought 🤔
SAVE Act | 5calls | resistbot | Update - ask senators to vote no on cloture AND bill. TYSM bestie, your activism is appreciated 🖤 leopard print au
cheetah print... pt. 1 of 2 (pt. 2 here)
Joel Miller x f!reader, 3k words | joel masterlist
He pulled you back against the heft in his swim trunks. You were met with a subtle thrust that sent daggers of need up your spine. He touched you like you were together, like you belonged to him. Not like you'd met one time and fucked behind a gas station.
SUMMARY: No-outbreak. Tommy hears you're going to the beach. Joel finds you there and gets you into his beach tent. WARNINGS: 18+ semi-public PinV, dirty talk, dry humping, groping in public, thigh fucking, degradation, cream pie, breeding kink, ass slapping, daddy kink, pet names
If you hadn't been seated in your car, your knees would've buckled under you. You'd seen a few big, dark trucks since the encounter, bringing your chest to a simmer each time, but the back of this one read Miller Bros. When a mustached man in shades reached out the driver's side window to adjust the mirror, your breath hitched, and you didn't exhale until he rolled away. Jesus Christ.
A minute later, it approached from the back and rolled to a stop parallel with you. A pit opened in your chest. Of all the days to be wearing another animal print bikini….
“How ya doin', sugar? It’s me. Tommy." When you didn't manage any words, he added, “The Seat. Remember?” he gestured to the empty passenger seat where you last met.
“Yeah,” you nodded with a forced smile, face burning. “Hey.”
He took off his shades and asked, “Wanna go for a ride?”
“No, I'm uh… I'm on my way to meet a friend.”
“Yeah? Where y'all goin’?”
“The beach.”
“See ya there.”
When he drove off again, he didn't circle back.
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At the beach, for the rest of the day, your eyes darted around not finding him. To get out of the sun, you left your stuff on the beach and put on a light, airy swimsuit cover-up, leaving it open in the front. You got in line at the popsicle stand. You were wet and tingling from thinking about what could happen. What did happen - it was so degrading to everyone involved, so depraved, so devilish. You couldn't think about it without squeezing your thighs together.
You closed your eyes for a moment, wincing at your aching need, when someone stepped into your space from behind.
“Need somethin’ to suck on?”
Your heart skipped a beat at the voice, deep and smooth, not two inches from your ear. Your cover-up shifted as he reached around you. He lightly pinched the border of the open garment and ghosted his fingers down it. You opened your eyes and turned your head just a bit.
Joel brought his lips to your ear. “I got somethin to suck on… or somethin’ to fuck you raw.”
His fingers brushed your bare waist and he said, “ooh, you're hot….even hotter than I remembered”
He laid his palm against your skin and let it wander. He felt your side, your belly, your chest, then cupped your breast, making your lips part as your nipple hardened through the thin fabric and the person in front of you stepped forward in line. You followed suit. He stepped forward, even closer than before, placed his palm on your lower abdomen and pulled you back against him, right against the heft in his swim trunks. You were met with a subtle thrust of his hips that sent daggers of need from your tailbone up your spine.
He touched you like you were together, like you belonged to him. Not like you'd met one time behind a gas station.
When it was your turn in line, you expected Joel to back off, but he did the opposite. He dipped his four fingers into the front of your swimsuit bottoms leaving his thumb on the outside. His middle finger wiggled ever so slightly on your clit.
The Popsicle salesman turned bright red before quickly averting his eyes.
“What flavor did you want?” He asked, looking down into the freezer rather than at you.
Joel dipped his hand lower in your suit, and his thumb took your swimsuit down with his hand as his middle finger reached your slick and he growled. “Giver somethin’ creamy,” he answered for you.
A force field around you was vibrating against the reality of the moment, letting you exist there like a dream. The popsicle guy cleared his throat.
You handed the cash to the guy. Joel only took his hand out of your swimsuit to take the pop from him, shiny fingers and all.
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Joel put his arm around you, guiding you toward a wall. Then he unwrapped the creamy pop and took a long slurp of it as you leaned with your back against the wall. He braced his arm on the wall above you and laid his hardness against you. Your hand twitched with the urge to shove it down his shorts, to take him right there against the wall. He brought the pop to your lips, and watched your lips accept it as he pushed more of it in. “Yeahhh,” he whispered, and his hips pushed forward as the rest of the pop slid into your mouth. “Good girl.” His eyes flickered up from your spread lips to your eyes, and half his mouth twitched into a smirk at your lustful gaze. He fed you the pop, controlling the pace, grinding against you at the same pace. “You feel that?” he asked.
“Mmm,” you hummed into the popsicle,
“How long til it’s inside you, huh?”
“Mm,” you looked at him.
“How long til you're packed with this big cock?
Five minutes?” he asked with a slow rut against your front in rhythm with the popsicle pushing back into your mouth. “Three?”
“Mmm,” your eyes closed with the next stroke of his hard cock. “Ohh,” your mouth opened slightly.
“Ohhh, that sounds more like sixty seconds,” Joel teased and removed the pop from your mouth, bringing it to his own for a long, sensual slurp. “See,I was thinkin’ I might take my time, but…”
Your phone rang, pulling you out of the moment. It was your friend down on the beach. “I gotta grab some sunscreen while I’m up here,” you told Joel.
“Nah, I got plenty,” he said. “I'll put it on ya, too.’
After texting your friend that you’d be back a little later, you and Joel headed down to the beach. “I saw your brother earlier,” you said.
“He behave himself?” Joel asked.
“Uh… yeah.”
“Yeah, he knows better than to fuck my girl without me.” Joel gave you ass a little pop, then grabbed and jiggled it.
“Your girl, huh?”
“What, you like Tommy? He can put his dick in you, if ya want…” Joel looked at you as though curious about your reaction. “But when it’s time to fill ya up, that’s all me, baby.”
“You’re bad,” you said.
“Oh baby, you’ll find out. C’mon, there’s some privacy in the tent.
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In the tent, Joel rolled the back of it down, so the only opening was facing toward the water. People could walk by, but they'd have to turn their head and look. At least that's what you told yourself. Didn't take much convincing.
He picked up some sunscreen and set it next to him as he got behind you. His lips brushed the nape of your neck.
“Been thinking ‘bout this,” he admitted. His nose brushed your hair as his hands roved your body and you melted into his touch. “Wishin’ you were workin’... wishin’ I had your number… “ At the same time: a squeeze of your breast, a cup of your mound. “be your number one customer, baby.” He worked both hands, big and gentle, dragged his lips down the shell your ear, then sucked the lobe. Could he feel it was on fire? Fuck, to think about y’alls first time… The way he thought you were for sale. How offended you were, and turned on….
“Such a good girl, lettin’ me fuck you in a goddamn parkin lot,” he murmured, dragging his lips against your skin. He pulled you close, so you could feel the shape of his cock even stiffer than moments ago. “Lettin’ me fuck you full’a my load…” He rutted against you, making you drip. “Comin’ on a stranger’s cock while he fucks a baby in ya…. Fuck, Nothin hotter.” Your insides were hot, swollen, yearning to be filled.
“Thought maybe one day I’d see ya with a pretty dress and a baby bump.” A voracious need ignited in your core. “Oh, fuck,” he breathed, his cock thick and rock hard, digging against the upper flesh of your butt, making you gush and buzz.
Knocked up behind a gas station? So deranged, so arousing…
“Just as happy to see ya like this…. like a gift I’m boutta unwrap.”
He tugged at your halter string, and it fell loose.
A glob of sunscreen squirted into his massive palm, he tossed the bottle aside, and rubbed his hands together.
Wrapping his arms around to your front, he started with your chest. “Most sensitive skin's right here,” he said, sliding his fingers up your sternum to your neck. He paused with his hand around your neck. “How’s that feel?” His thumb added light pressure.
“Good,” you said. He rubbed the lotion into your chest, between your breasts, then directly on them, with your halter dangling below his big masculine hands as they cupped your breasts. “Gotta get the whole body, cause if your swimsuit moves….”
He continued the sensual breast massage, and you audibly sighed.
“That feel good?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Get you all tingly. Get you all wet?” he asked.
“Mmm,” you replied. “I was already wet.”
“Already wet for me,” he murmured. “....Cause ya let me feel ya up at the goddamn popsicle stand,” he said with an edge, bringing a flash of heat to your face. “Poor baby, must be dyin’ for it."
“I could take care of that for ya,” he offered, massaging your breasts and then moving lower to your stomach. He stopped short of your bikini bottom. “Only one problem, he said. Now I got lotion on my hands.” His hands slithered over your body, feeling every curve. “Don’t wanna make ya burn or nothin’,” he mumbled. “So how’m I gonna get ya off?” He spread his knees,straddling your legs wider, finding a lower angle. Then hee grinded his hard dick against you, prodding at your lower crack. “Hm?”
He pulled one the string of your bikini bottom, then the other. “You want me to take care of this, don't ya?” He asked, pulling the loose swimsuit from between your legs, holding it up to see how wet it was.
“Mmmm,” he observed.
His hands left your body only to pull down his swim trunks, making his warm, smooth shaft spring against the bare skin of your ass cheek. He took his shorts fully off, then resumed his position.
Without using his hands, he thrusted against your backside. He held your waist and you tilted your hips for him. “Good girl,” With the angle just right, his cock slid right between your thighs, with no help from his hands. . “Unggh—There we go,” he said. He moved his hips nice and slow, pushing his cock through the snug tunnel of your thighs and dripping pussy. His girth pushed your folds out of the way, and the fat head of his cock nudged your clit. You kept your thighs squeezed together, nearly breathless from the perfect pressure of his dick against your naked heat. Your head tilted up, eyes closing in pleasure. He massaged hips and your thighs while rutting against your dripping heat.
It was more than enough to get you off. You tensed your abdomen, very aware of the swell of arousal deep in your gut, threatening to burst into the stratosphere. You squeezed your thighs together tighter, making him moan out loud.
He rubbed the lotion into your hips and sides, and when his hands were no longer wet, he brought them back to your breasts, lightly cupping them with each nipple between two fingers on each breast. He began to thrust in faster, smaller motions, grunting, sighing.
Fuck, he felt good, and you were close, so close, your body tensed.
“Breathe, baby,” he said. “Let it happen—Mmm.”
You obeyed with the next nudge of his tip against your clit making it pound with pleasure.
“Fuck, I feel it,” he said. The pressure pounded and released, and as it faded, you could only think, that better not be the only one I get.
Badly needing him inside you, you leaned forward, getting on your hands hands and knees and tilting your hips.
Joel let out a low whistle, and began to fuck your thighs again.
The lack of penetration was driving you crazy.
“Fuck me,” you demanded.
“Do I even know your name, babygirl?” His stiff cock must have been aching, still sliding through your folds. “Just want me to fuck you raw, huh?”
“Put it in me,” you agreed.
“Ow,” he reacted. “Well, god damn… a woman who knows what she wants.”
“Give it to me,” you pleaded.
“Where ya want it?” he asked.
“In my pussy, god.” He had you dying for it.
He slid his cock through your folds, one last time. “Ohhh I feel her twitchin’ for me, baby.”
You tilted your hips and the head caught at your entrance. “Yeah,” he whispered, then began to push. You pushed back on him, then forward just a bit, to keep the skin from catching. Then the rest of his cock slid through your soft walls, pushing a moan out of you with his girth.
“Fuck,” you breathed as he bottomed out with a grunt.
“Forgot you were tight,” he muttered, stiff and throbbing. He placed a hand on your lower back as he withdrew a few inches, then slammed back in. “Oh, fuck yeah, you're real tight,” he said as he fucked you. You moaned with each thrust, each throb, each grunt, each rumble from his chest.
“Ain’t got fucked right in a while, huh?... Well, daddy's here,” he reassured you, making you spasm on his cock.
“Oh, yeah,” he said. “You like that…. Oh, fuck. Take it good for daddy,” he gushed as he fucked you. Your ass pushed back on him in perfect rhythm. “God damn, this ass,” he said, grabbing a handful, then giving it a pop. “Uggh,” he groaned, burying his cock in you, watching your cunt swallow it right up. He spat on your asshole and pressed gently on it with his thumb, spreading the spit around, then adding more.
“You like it here, too?” he asked.
Sure, you’d like it goddamn everywhere from this freak. But there was only one thing on your mind. “Stay where you are,” you demanded.
“Damn, just gettin’ to know ya’s all,” he said. “No way I’m leavin’ this pussy empty. You know that, baby……Fuck, she takes it real good.”
He slammed into you with a growl.
The rhythm was a perfect overlay with the waves outside. The lap of skin and the wind against the tent. The heavy breaths and growls and moans.
Jesus Christ, you've had his cock buried in you for minutes and it seemed to only get bigger… a mind-numbing fullness, making your eyes glaze over.
“Fuck, you're big,” you breathed, feeling him in your guts.
“Yeah, you need a big cock, don’t ya?” He said, he slammed to the hilt and grinded his hips, letting you feel just how deep he could.
“Oh, fuck,” you whined.
“Need a real big cock to fuck this pussy right.”
“Yeah,” you breathed. “Yeah, daddy. Oh, fuck me.”
“Fuck yeah,” he breathed, grinding deep again. “Oh, fuck.”
You pushed back on him, making him “Mmmmmmm–oh, baby,” before catching another rhythm.
He asked, “Member our deal? Free if I come inside….”
“Come in me,” you said.
“You, uh,” he started to ask a question, then muttered, “fuck it, I don't wanna know.”
His cock twitched. He fucked you harder. He gripped your hips and sped up to a punishing pace, one that took skill. “Fuck,” he panted. “You ready for it?....You ready?” his question broken by the effort of his hips.
The pleasure overwhelmed your body. You thought you might pass out.
“You gonna come on this cock, baby” he asked and slowed down when you simply moaned in response.
“Fuck, you're hot,” he breathed. “Nothin’ like a hot slut at the beach.” And he smacked your ass. “Fuck,” he said, “you dunno what I’d pay for this pussy.” He sped up again.
“You oughtta try it,” he panted, “Make bank with this pussy.”
All you could do was moan in response.
“Fuck yeah,” he said.
“Don't stop,” you begged, so close…
“Not ‘til you're full,” He reassured you. “Not til my swimmers are all up in your guts.” He slammed into you, grinded his hips again, “pourin’ outta ya.” The friction sent you tumbling over the edge.
You groaned as you came, and he slowed, nearly to a halt. “Fuck, yeah.”
You hardly noticed the shadow outside the tent as you choked him.
“Fuck, you’re squeezin’ me good, baby,” he breathed, and fucked you through it slowly. And then he bottomed out deep, and pulsed. “Ohhh” he groaned, spilling his seed inside you.
A voice came from outside the tent, then Tommy appeared in the open side. “Ten’s a rockin’, and I ain’t knockin’....”
“I’m a-knockin’ her up,” Joel said, fully seated in your cunt.
“Well look at her all fucked out,” Tommy smiled with admiration. He gently touched your dissheveled hair, then thumbed your lip. “She’s a beaut.”
“I miss all the fun?” Tommy asked.
“Hell no,” Joel said. “Just helpin’ with her sunscreen. Ain't even got the back yet.”
“Is that right, Tommy asked, then wet his lips, looking at your tits. He unscrewed a bottle of water and got on his knees and tilted it to your lips. You lapped some as it trickled out of the bottle.
Joel’s hands were steady on your ass and he pulled his hips back just a bit for one last thrust and sigh.
“Fuck. She's good. She's so tight, man.” Joel said. “I mean, wrecked right now, but--- You need a break, baby? Whatcha wanna do?”
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