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no outbreak!joel miller x fem!reader

chapter 3- first date | masterlist |

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summary- they finally go out on an official date and spend their first official night together.

word count- 5.4k- this one's long folks

a/n- little bit of joel!pov so that’s exciting. annnd if anyone noticed I changed up some of the pics and made them all cutie with stickers ^^^ giggled and kicked my feet writing this one

warnings- SMUT!! Joel coming untouched 😩 makin out, grinding, oral f!receiving, half-assed handjob, unprotected sex but reader is on birth control (not mentioned but trust)

Two weeks later

It’s been two weeks since I started babysitting Sarah, and every day with her feels like a small, sweet escape from everything else. The gig is easy— Sarah’s a bright, curious little girl, and we’ve fallen into a comfortable routine. After school, we bake some treats or play board games, and she’s always so eager to tell me about her day, her eyes sparkling as she talks.

Today was no different. We were sitting cross-legged on the living room floor, the aroma of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies filling the air. Sarah had pulled out her favorite board game, "Guess Who?" and was already setting up the pieces.

"You’re gonna lose again," she teased, her curly hair bouncing as she looked at me with a playful grin.

“Oh, we’ll see about that, young lady,” I replied, matching her grin with a wink.

I was about to make my move when the sound of a knock at the door interrupted us. I froze, my heart skipping a beat. I didn’t need to ask who it was—I knew exactly who was on the other side. Joel.

“Is that Daddy?” Sarah asked, her eyes lighting up.

I nodded, giving her a smile that didn’t quite reach my eyes, my mind racing. I stood up and walked to the door, my pulse quickening.

The door swung open, and there he was, standing in the doorway with that easy, confident smile I had yet to shake off. His eyes met mine, and for a second, everything else faded away.

"Hey, sweetheart," he greeted softly, his voice like warm honey. He didn’t even need to say more. His gaze lingered for a moment too long, and I could practically feel the electricity crackling between us, the secret we’d been keeping from Sarah for the past week.

“Hi,” I replied, trying to keep my voice steady.

Sarah skipped over to Joel, and without missing a beat, she wrapped her arms around his legs. “Daddy! We made cookies!”

I forced myself to focus on her, not Joel, though it was hard when I could feel the heat of his presence behind me. "You two have fun?," He asked. I nodded.

Joel gave me a slow, knowing smile, and my stomach did a flip.

“Thanks for taking care of her," he said, his voice low, just for me.

I stepped back to give them space, my hands suddenly feeling too cold as I folded my arms over my chest. The tension in the air was thick, and it felt like every second I stood there, the weight of unspoken words hung between us.

Sarah chattered happily in Joel’s arms, her voice light and carefree. “We played ‘Guess Who?’ and I was so close to winning! But she was cheating, I think.”

I couldn't help but laugh, even though I knew my cheeks were a little too warm. "I wasn't cheating! I just have a knack for it."

Joel chuckled, glancing at me with that same unreadable look. "Sounds like you’re a pro at more than one thing."

His words hit me harder than I expected. I tried to shake off the lingering heat in my cheeks, but my heart raced again, and I cursed myself for reacting this way.

"Thanks again, really," Joel added, his voice softer now. "I appreciate you watching Sarah. You’ve been great with her."

I nodded, keeping my eyes fixed on Sarah, who was now asking Joel about her plans for the weekend. But I couldn’t escape the way his words—his presence—kept pulling my attention back to him.

He shifted Sarah so she was perched on his hip, his gaze never leaving mine. “So are you still good for watchin’ her Friday?”. I nodded. “Good, uh…” He hesitated for a split second. “Maybe we could talk soon? About… goin’ out.”

I swallowed hard, my stomach fluttering nervously. I knew exactly what he meant. We had barely talked, the tension between us an unspoken agreement. But hearing him say it out loud made it feel even more real.

“Yeah,” I said, forcing a smile that felt too tight. “We’ll figure it out.” I tried to be subtle in front of Sarah even if she wasn’t listening.

He gave me one last look, one that was too full of meaning to ignore.

As the door clicked shut behind me, I leaned against the door for a moment, letting out the breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding. It was getting harder and harder to keep my feelings in check, but for now, I had to. Sarah was counting on me to be nothing but normal. And as much as I wanted to give in to the pull between me and Joel, I knew I couldn’t—not yet.

Two hours later— at my apartment

I may or may not have slipped to Alex that I may or not be seeing the man that saved me at the bar. I also may or may not have told her that I’m babysitting his daughter.

Ever since I spilled the beans she nags me whenever I come home from watching Sarah.

I couldn’t even lock the door before she practically pounced on me.

“Soooooo” Alex said in a sing-song voice. “Did ya’ll finally fuck or what?” She’s now leaning on my shoulder.

And yeah Joel and I technically didn’t have sex yet. Yet. Just hand and mouth stuff.

I’m not complaining. We usually have a small window to do literally anything.

Even when it’s his ex’s week we don’t get much time because he works.

Or because he prematurely ejaculated. Last time.

It’s hot but since he did it he hasn’t called or texted me until that following Monday to tell me Sarah is there waiting for me.

Cue dream sequence sounds

It was a warm Friday morning. Might’ve been the best weather Texas has gotten this spring.

Joel invited me over to share some coffee with him before he had to go to the construction site. I just threw some sweatpants on and kept the tank top I wore to bed. Plus a bra of course.

He opened the door, he hugged me, passed me a cup of coffee and somehow he made it exactly how I took it.

“Lucky guess”, what can’t this man do?

Then he suddenly pulled me in close and placed a searing kiss on my lips, he tasted like coffee.

I melted in his arms and felt his cock press against me, and arousal pooled in my thin panties. Joel’s hands trail down the back of my body slowly. He teases at the lace trim of my tank top before sliding his hands under my sweatpants to rest on the soft curves of my ass. His calloused hands were so warm while exploring my skin, and he let out a grunt as he grabbed hold and thrust his stiff cock into my clothed center. The contact causes him to suck air in between his teeth with a hiss. It’s been too long since he's been with someone like this in this way, for so long and he’s not sure how long he’ll last. Our kissing became a mix of frantic tongues and wet lips devouring each other. The intensity at which he takes over is overwhelming.

I love how he can get like this, like he could eat me alive; does he want me as bad as I want him?

“You feel so soft, baby.” He panted between kisses. “Mmmm, I need you.”

“I know, Joel. I need you too…so bad.” I pretty much whined against his mouth.

It’s a frenzy of hands groping at each other. Neither of us could hold back. He began to drag the hem of my tank top up and prompted me to lift my arms as he pulled it over my breasts, which bounced slightly in my flimsy bra. He watches them bounce with rapt attention, practically drooling. With me standing in front of him, bare except for my undergarments, he takes one of them from out of the cup and in his mouth, the other held in a firm grip as he massages and lathes at them. I moaned in pleasure as he took his time covering every inch, leaving a trail of licks and soft bites across my chest.

Joel moved up my sternum, trailing over my collarbone and neck, nipping at my jaw, locking my lips with his once he reached his destination. The noises emitting from Joel’s are animalistic. Almost like he needed to consume me in every way possible. He began to grind into me, pressing his cock into me. I let out a needy moan as his hips propel forward into my soaked panties. Joel’s eyes widened at the last press of his hips into me.

He was so in the moment that he couldn’t catch the signs. Maybe he should’ve jerked off in the shower this morning. Shit. Joel’s mind begins to run through his playbook of thoughts he uses when he wants to stave off an impending orgasm. The latest delivery of lumber, the Longhorns’ upcoming season, and the leaking faucet in the half bath that he wants to fix this weekend. But it’s too late. He grunts and moans, his thick fingers gripping my hip for balance as he explodes into his pants and lets out an exasperated sigh.

It took me a moment to realize what happened as I watched a wet spot bloom on the front of his pants.

“That hasn’t happened to me since… highschool,” he admits, embarrassed.

I brought both my palms to his cheeks almost tenderly, and looked in his eyes.

“Joel it’s okay, I’m flattered honestly.” I let out a laugh— a borderline giggle. I couldn’t help it.

His face flushed further. Then he looked down briefly at the little mess he made. Then he whipped his head around to look at the time on the stove.

“Shit shit I need to leave. Sweetheart I’m sorry I will make this up to ya I swear but I need to change and get in the truck.”

He planted a chaste kiss on my lips, and fixed my bra and tank top. Then in a flash he ran up stairs and almost tripped going up them.

I sipped on my now cold coffee as he stumbled to find his keys.

“I’ll walk ya out”, he said gruffly as he rubbed the skin on my wrist. Oddly domestic.

He kissed me outside his house, the warm Texas sun making his eyes glow so perfectly.

“Have a good day Joel.” I couldn’t help but smile warmly at him.

He smiled back and jogged to the drivers seat of his truck

End scene— back to the present

“Nah we didn’t I was watchin’ Sarah for Christ’s sake.”

Alex just let out a huff and rolled her eyes.

“You seriously need to make a move, a real one. Climb that man like the tree he is”, I snort at that.

“Trust me hun I want to but it’s complicated. He has a job and a child. He just doesn’t have that kinda time.” I said looking down at my converse. Kind of sad.

Alex saw this but didn’t comment.

“Oh we need to do some grocery shoppin.” Alex said suddenly.

I rolled my eyes.

“Why didn’t ya go when I left?”, I said with a slight attitude but it’s all jokes.

“I wanted to go with you! We have so much fun at the store.” She whined. “You mean we get distracted and buy a bunch of shit we don’t need.”

She laughed and I rolled my eyes.

“You drive then let’s go.”

The engine hummed steadily beneath him as Joel drove, the early morning sun casting long shadows over the empty streets. He’d been up since dawn, trying to get everything together for the day, but all he could think about was her. His hands gripped the wheel tighter, and he exhaled slowly, his thoughts slipping back to that night at the bar. The music had been loud, but all he could hear was the rhythm of her heartbeat when she danced next to him. The way she looked at him—those eyes full of curiosity, like she was waiting for him to say something, anything.

God, he hadn’t felt this way in so long.

It wasn’t just the dance, though. It wasn’t just the spark that passed between them the second their hands touched. It was something deeper. She made him feel alive again in a way he hadn’t realized he needed. A part of him had almost forgotten what it felt like to want someone like that—to feel his pulse race every time he saw her, or every time their eyes met, even in the most casual moments. He hadn’t let himself feel that way for so long.

He’d spent too many years caught up in the chaos of life—raising Sarah, keeping his head above water, and just doing what he had to do to make sure everything worked. But with her, it was different. She didn’t have to say much. She didn’t have to do anything, really. Just being around her made everything else fade into the background.

He could still feel the warmth of her hand in his, that soft press of her fingers. He could still see the way she smiled at him when she thought no one was watching. It was subtle, but it was there. And it made his chest tighten every time he thought about it.

Or that morning they spent together in the early morning. The warm Texas sun splayed over her features perfectly. She tasted like coffee and heaven.

Sarah adored her, of course. He couldn’t blame her. Who wouldn’t? But Joel... he hadn’t expected to feel this way. It was new, and it was strange, and it made him feel a little out of control. The last time he had a crush on someone, he was a lot younger. But now? He wasn’t sure how to handle it. He wasn’t sure what it meant.

The thing was, though, he didn’t need answers right now. He didn’t need to figure it all out. He just wanted to be near her. He wanted to see her again. He wanted to get to know her, even if it was just in those small moments they shared when she babysat Sarah.

Joel’s grip on the wheel loosened slightly as he turned a corner, the thought of her weighing on his mind more heavily than the traffic or the work that awaited him. The day would drag on, but every minute spent without her felt like an eternity.

A sharp pang of longing hit him, and he let out a breath, his thoughts swirling again. It was impossible to ignore how much he wanted to talk to her, to hear her voice, to be close to her again. He couldn’t even explain it, but there was something about her presence that made him feel... better. Like maybe, just maybe, he wasn’t as stuck as he’d thought.

He laughed quietly to himself, shaking his head. He probably looked like a damn fool. But it didn’t matter. He hadn’t been this nervous about someone in so long, and for the first time in a while, he felt that familiar flutter in his chest. The kind of feeling you get when you know something is right, even if it’s not perfect, even if it doesn’t make sense.

All he knew was that he was thinking about her all the time now. Every drive to work, every moment in between, she was there.

And he couldn’t wait to see her again.

Thursday 8:38 pm

“Hey sweetheart, Sarah has been beggin’ my brother Tommy for a sleepover at his place so you don’t needa watch her tomorrow.” Joel sent two minutes ago

I heard my Nokia buzz against the coffee table. I picked it up to see Joel sent me a message.

I caught myself blushing before I could control it.

Alex saw of course.

“Oooo who’s that makin ya blush?”, she said, wiggling her ginger eyebrows.

“Shut up, it's just Joel.”

“Oh alright then.” You sent just now.

I was about to turn my attention back to the movie playing on our small screen tv but then my Nokia buzzed not only once but twice. Really fast too.

That captured both my attention and Alex’s pretty quickly. Turning off the movie.

“I was thinkin’ would ya wanna go out?” Joel sent one minute ago.

“If ya made plans already I’ll understand.” Joel sent one minute ago.

Alex was reading the text messages over my shoulder and squealing.

“Hun ya have to go, this could be the moment! You’ll finally have no excuses to bang.” She reasons with wide blue eyes.

I sat back against our sofa. I succumbed to the blush flushing my cheeks and my neck.

I really wanted to see him. Really see him. I want to see the Joel I met at Round Up. The Joel that couldn’t get enough of me.

I bit my lip and reached for my phone and started typing fast against the small keyboard.

“No, I’m free, what time you pickin me up cowboy?” You sent just now.

His response was almost instant. It made us giggle.

“Is 7 good for ya sweetheart?” Joel sent one minute ago.

God, I could almost hear him say the pet name. That thick southern drawl blessing my ear drum.

“Perfect, anything specific I should know? What should I wear?” You sent just now.

This reply took about a minute longer than the last few.

“Just bring your pretty self darlin.” Joel sent just now.

Alex got off the couch and squealed, as if she was the one going on a date with a dilf.

“Babe, we have to hit up the mall tomorrow, we’re both off, you have no choice in the matter.” Alex said, shaking my shoulders.

“Okay okay we’ll go.” I said smirking, hoping that will get her off of me.

When the movie started playing I discreetly pulled out my phone and texted Joel back.

“I can’t wait ;)” You sent just now.

Friday 4:00 pm

Alex and I’s trip to the mall was super successful. Of course with the tons of shenanigans two young adult ladies can get up to at a mall we did find something for me to wear. For my date with Joel Miller.

A dress.

The dress is a deep purple halter with a plunging neckline, fitted at the waist before flowing into an asymmetrical, handkerchief-hem skirt. Delicate sequin flowers shimmer on the bodice and lower skirt, adding a touch of sparkle. The lightweight fabric drapes softly, giving it an ethereal, almost fairy-like quality.

I felt so beautiful in it.

Alex said Joel might be tempted to have another kid.

I also bought some black kitten heels.

Friday 6:45 pm

Joel drummed his fingers against the steering wheel as he pulled up to a red light, his knee bouncing slightly. He exhaled, shaking his head at himself. He hadn’t felt this excited about a date in… hell, he couldn’t even remember the last time. Maybe ever.

His fingers ran over the fabric of his shirt absentmindedly—a pale blue denim button-down, sleeves rolled up to his forearms, paired with dark jeans and boots. Nothing fancy, but he’d put in the effort. Trimmed up his beard, a little cologne—he wanted to look good for her.

And if he was being honest with himself, he’d wanted this night more than he’d been letting on.

He’d told her Sarah had been begging to stay over at his brother Tommy’s, making it sound like a spur-of-the-moment thing. Truth was, he’d asked Tommy if he could take her. Hell, he practically begged. Just this once. Just so he could have one night where he wasn’t Dad first, worker second—where he could just be a man taking a woman he couldn't stop thinking about on a date.

Joel ran a hand through his hair as he turned onto her street. The sun had dipped low, casting warm streaks of orange and pink across the sky. He checked the time. At the dot 7:00. He was right on time, but it still didn’t feel soon enough.

Because tonight, she was his.

Friday 7:00 pm

There was a heavy knock at the door. Alex squealed. I shooed her away and told her to quiet down.

Not before I kissed her cheek and told her I would text her throughout the night.

I opened the door.

“Well I’ll be. Joel Miller showed up.” I couldn’t help the smirk and the blush that crawled onto my face.

His face mirrored mine.

“Wouldn’t miss it sweetheart. You look gorgeous darlin.” I could feel my blush deepening.

I raked my eyes over his broad form.

“You clean up well yourself cowboy, so where to.?”

Joel took my hand and smirked.

“I’ll tell ya on the way.”

Joel’s truck is a 1998 dark green ford. It just screamed Joel Miller. It smelt just like him too; forest, wood, after shave, and a little like cologne?

Joel is taking us to this hole in the wall bar at the very edge of Austin. Neither of us have been but a friend told him about it.

As soon as we stepped inside the joint the first thing I heard was blink-182 blaring through the speakers, almost making the building shake.

Joel’s hand found space on the small of my back.

We both found seats at the end of the bar. Despite the bust atmosphere we found a peaceful stillness in the spot we found.

It was perfect.

Joel ordered a Miller Lite— that made me cackle and almost fall off my seat. After that I ordered a Corona.

The drinks came quick, condensation already forming on the glass as I took a sip of my Corona. Joel raised his Miller Lite with a smirk, watching me over the rim of his bottle.

"You got somethin’ against a Miller Lite?" he teased.

I snorted, setting my drink down. "Oh, absolutely. It’s just so… dad of you. It also doesn’t help that your last name is Miller too.

Joel chuckled, shaking his head. "Maybe ‘cause I am a dad."

"Yeah, but I mean, come on," I leaned in a little. "You could’ve at least pretended to be a little adventurous. Ordered, I don’t know, whiskey? An IPA?"

Joel took a slow sip of his beer, eyes never leaving mine. "Darlin’, if you think a whiskey drinker is more adventurous than a guy who's drinkin’ his beer, mindin’ his business, and focusin’ on his date… then I think you’ve been hangin’ around the wrong men."

The way he said it—low, deliberate—sent a spark down my spine. I took another sip of my drink to cool the heat creeping up my neck. Not to mention made me wet as fuck.

We settled into easy conversation, falling into that natural rhythm we seemed to have. We talked about music—Joel had a soft spot for ‘80s rock but admitted blink-182 had its place. I told him about my favorite books, and he admitted he wasn’t much of a reader, but Sarah had been pushing him to read Little Women with her. That made me smile.

At some point, we spotted the small Photo Booth tucked in the corner of the bar. It had a neon Photos $5 sign flickering against the dim lights.

"We have to," I said, already dragging him toward it.

Joel let out a gruff laugh. "That thing’s been there since the '90s. Bet it barely works."

"Only one way to find out."

We squeezed inside, our knees knocking together in the tiny space. The curtain barely shut all the way, a thin strip of light sneaking in.

"Alright," I grinned. "First one—normal."

The flash went off.

"Now, funny one."

Joel made a face, but I was too busy laughing to keep up.

"Alright, last one—" I turned my head just as he did, our faces inches apart. The timer ticked down.

And then he kissed me.

Slow, but deep—his hand cradled my jaw, thumb brushing over my cheek. The camera flashed.

Neither of us moved, not even when the film strip slid out with a soft whirr. His forehead rested against mine, his breath warm against my lips.

"We should get outta here," he murmured.

I swallowed, nodding. Not before pocketing the two strips that slid out the machine.

The car ride back to his house was quiet, thick with tension, but not the uncomfortable kind. The kind where every glance, every shift in his seat, made my heart hammer.

And when he pulled into his driveway, turned off the engine, and looked at me… I knew tonight wasn’t over.

Friday 9:35 pm

When we walk through the door it's a mix of hands gripping and groping, toeing heels and boots off, hands in each other's hair and unbuttoning Joel’s shirt.

Joel had you against the wall.

“You have two choices, cowboy, take me to bed or take me here” you whispered into his ear in a sultry tone, dragging your teeth over his earlobe gently. Joel thrust up in response, rolling his hips into yours multiple times.

Joel’s breath was ragged against your neck, his hands gripping your thighs as he pressed you back against the wall just inside his front door. Heat radiated between you, bodies flush, mouths teasing, testing, taking. But even through the haze of want, he found enough clarity to murmur against your lips, "Upstairs."

You felt his strength as he lifted you, your legs wrapping around his waist instinctively. He carried you up the stairs like it was nothing, every step deliberate, every touch desperate. His denim shirt was already unbuttoned, your fingers grazing over warm, taut muscle as he nudged open his bedroom door with his shoulder.

The room was dimly lit, shadows stretching across the walls from the soft glow of the lamp on his nightstand. He set you down at the edge of the bed, standing between your legs, his rough hands skimming up your arms, along your jaw, tilting your face up to his.

His eyes were dark, pupils blown wide with need, but there was something else there, too. Something deeper. Like he was trying to memorize this moment—every breath, every sigh, every way you looked at him like he was the only man in the world.

"You’re somethin’ else, darlin’," he whispered, almost reverent, his thumb ghosting over your lips before he kissed you again, slow and lingering, like he had all the time in the world. But then you tugged at his belt, and his restraint snapped like a live wire.

Clothes fell away in a blur of eager hands and hushed laughter, the weight of the moment pressing down as he guided you back onto the bed, hovering over you.

He leaves a path of wet kisses down the plane of your chest, in between your breasts, and over the softness of your stomach. As he approaches your center, he shimmies your panties over your hips and down your legs, exposing your wet pussy to the cool air of the bedroom. Joel moans, “There she is. God, every inch of ya is goddamn beautiful honey.”

He dropped to his knees in front of the bed, his broad shoulders spread your legs apart, giving him a perfect view of the arousal coating your folds. His fingers travel up your thighs, inching closer to your core.

You’re writhing in anticipation of his touch where you need him most. He takes his time, teasing you until you almost break.

Sensing your need, he gives in and runs his finger over your clit and down your seam. He looks up at you with a devilish grin before he dives in. His tongue glides through your folds, lapping up your arousal.

Your back arches, shoving your pussy in his face when he reaches your clit. He circles his tongue over the hardened nub, wraps his lips around it, and begins to suck and flick his tongue, sending shockwaves up your body, causing a moan to tumble from your mouth. He smirks without letting his lips leave you, pleased with your response.

His forearms grip around your thighs to hold you in place, not letting you pull away from his tongue ravishing your clit. He’s devouring you like a man starved. Because it’s true, he has been starving.

He knows you’re close and groans into your pussy. The vibration reverberating through your body is enough to send you over the edge. Your thighs shake, a harmony of moans and curse words barreling from your lips while you cum all over his patchy beard. He laps up your slick while he gazes at your blissed-out face. Joel ascends the bed and leans in to kiss you, and with a devilish grin, he rasps, “Been wantin to do that for awhile baby.”

After I caught my breath I reached my hand to rest over the bulge in his boxers. I rubbed it then reached into the fabric and lazily pumped his dick.

Joel didn’t have time for that though.

“Joel…” you whined, trying to send him a clear message that you wanted, no, needed him. Besides, it’s not like you were likely to be able to sleep now…

“M’yeah, baby…I know…I know,” he mumbled between kisses. Detaching your lips for a brief second.

A sound tumbles out of you, needy and pathetic as you writhe your hips into his touch. Bucking your hips up, you search for something—anything to sate the ache that sits deep in your core. Leaning over you, he grazes his stubbled cheek over your smooth skin before kissing you jaw.

Pressing a polite kiss to your cheek, slides in, burying his cock your slick, tight cunt to the hilt. Taking a few grounding thrusts, he digs his fingertips into your hips before setting a hard, furious pace. “F-fuck! Joel, please don’t stop!” You get impossibly wetter at his eager pace, squelching sounds echoing in the room.

“Atta girl.”

He grunts unintelligibly in your ear, knowing that stopping is the last goddamn thing he’d want to do right now.

“Oh fuck, sweetheart. Y-you really have no idea what you do to me, do you?” Joel growled, pulling his cock all the way out before slamming back in, making you shriek with delight. “You’re so fucking beautiful, you know that, right? So good for me… Your cunt was made just for me. Just. For. Me.”

Punctuating his last words with his thrusts, he ghosts his fingers between your thighs, reaching for your clit and circles over the bundle of nerves. Inhaling sharply, you quickly come undone under his dizzying strokes. One light brush accompanied with a particularly deep thrust has you cumming under him, shaking and dissolving violently. As your orgasm ripples intensely through your core, you drag your nails down his back creating red lattice marks on his skin.

“Fuck! Joel, I can’t—” Your back arches away from the marble as you attempt to move away from his thrusts.

“I know, I know, darlin”

With your whines and moans now muffled by his hand, he continues to pound away at your overstimulated pussy until you feel dizzy, screwing your eyes shut in an effort to ground yourself. Just as he was nearing his own orgasm, he felt you clamp down and get impossibly tighter around his cock.

He drags his hand down from your mouth to your jaw, holding you tightly in place. “Fuck, oh shit, hun, look at me,” Joel lets out a strangled moan before cumming inside of you. His release triggered something deep in your core, making you scream bloody murder. A second orgasm rips through you, walls pulsing, your sore pussy drinking up his spend. You collapse into a sob when you feel him pull out, trying to adjust to the sudden feeling of emptiness.

Breaths ragged, he trails kisses up your neck while slowly rubbing the growing dark spots in your hips where he had gripped tightly. You wrap your shaking legs around his waist and pull him into an embrace.

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