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pascalssbabyy · 6 months

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Ride Me

Pairing: Joel Miller x F!Reader

Rating: 18+ Explicit

Word Count: 6.4k

Summary: You ride Joel for the first time.

Warnings: 18+ SMUT, barely any plot just rudeness, no use of Y/N, age gap (not specified), dom!Joel but he’s sweet at the same time, slight innocent!reader, dirty talk, pet names, handjob, F!oral receiving, P in V, unprotected sex (don’t do this these two are silly), creampie, reader rides Joel, Joel talks her through it (help me), Joel’s big (obviously), cock warming.

Why do I always write soft dom Joel? I actually can’t help it, he has me weak at the knees. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy and let me know what you think! Lots of love 🤍🫶

Joels mouths on you the moment your feet enter the entrance door of his home, his body instantly engulfing you as he presses his broad front against your back, his lips kissing the top of your shoulders and neck whilst both of his arms wrap tightly around your waist, caging you close to him. His hands begin to touch and squeeze every inch of skin visible to him, quickly turning you around and pushing you up against the wall of his front room. His tall frame towers proudly over yours; so big and strong as his tongue makes its way into your mouth. You’re melting in his hold with every graze of his tongue, freely accepting his invitation and heavy moans to leave both of your lips. The kiss quickly turns frantic as you taste each other, finally relieving that built up tension that the both of you have kept hidden deep inside for most of the day.

You saw the way Joel’s eyes locked onto yours the moment you entered the Tipsy Bison; loud music blaring out from the jukebox filling your ears, the sound vibrating all across your chest as you make your way to the bar. The room is packed full, so many people around you chatting to one another in deep conversations, glasses filled with alcohol that’s held tightly in their grasps, singing along to the songs and pleasantly enjoying everyone’s company. The moment Joel’s in your peripheral vision you swear you could see his whole body shift; shoulders spread out wide, furrowed brows and white knuckles that are about to break his whiskey glass. You yearn for that sudden change in his expression. That’s exactly the way you wanted him to act, you wanted him to notice you, to see you dressed up all nice and pretty, which you’d do just for him and him only. You couldn’t help the excitement and slight anxiousness bursting through your veins for what you know whats about to come.

Joel brought out this new side of you that you never thought existed, suddenly becoming overcome with lust and pure want, needing Joel at any given opportunity. You craved every touch of his thick, hard calloused hands, every mark his kisses would leave as he’d bruise your skin, his words ringing in the depths of your mind even when he’s not there, still lingering in the back of you thoughts for days to come.

He owned every single part of you, and you’d let him.

Right now, Joel’s touch on your skin clouds your brain, trying to flow back down to the ground as his rough hold keeps you steady against the wall behind you. You’ll never get enough of the way his lips felt against yours, deprived for too long as they devour you, his tongue fighting for dominance and easily winning. It was never a competition between the two of you. Joel wouldn’t have to do anything and without effort you’d beg for him on your knees, triumphant in the way he’d have you reacting to him.

His touch would always have you melting into the palm of his hands, completely consumed by him.

You know Joel fucking loves it, loves having you so submissive to him. Every whimper and moan, every plead easily leaving your lips with just the simplest of touches, he’ll never get enough of how much control he gets over you.

He holds you firm against him, his chest so close to yours, “fuckin’ hell darlin’, you have no idea how much I wanted you the moment I saw you back there— fuck you look so pretty.”

His thumb strokes the side of your jaw, his large hand easily engulfing your face. He moves his touch across the skin to the bottom of your lip, gently caressing it, his thumb gliding against the plushness as you take it into your mouth, moaning at the taste of him coating your tastebuds.

He lets out a grunt like sound, deep within his chest as you pull his thumb out your mouth with a ‘pop’, the digit glistening with your saliva, “wanted you t’see me, wanted you to notice me.” A low chuckle travels up his windpipe, low and guttural while he smirks down at you, “I know baby, wore this f’me didn’t you. Wanted me to see how everyone looked at what’s mine.”

You simply nod, too lost in his words to reply. He brings his lips back down to yours as they continue their assault, feeling the plumpness of yours in rhythm with his, your moans being silenced by him while he explores the inside of your mouth. He moans at the taste, the alcohol you’d been drinking prior still lingering on your tongue.

Once Joel’s eager lips leave yours, his strong gaze is set on every feature on your face. His eyes were so soft and welcoming, but also hid another side of him, a side only you saw. And right now that’s all you see when you glance into his brown irises, your chest lifting eagerly as rushed breaths leave your lungs, completely overwhelmed by him— all of him. “Y’so responsive baby, y’gonna be good f’me?”

You know instantly where this is going, knowing that every part of Joel needs to be in complete control of you, your body soon to be withering under him doing anything that he wants. He’s reading every single detail traced across your face, watching as you try to catch your breath just from his sheer presence over you. Once your breathing steadies you lift your eyes up so they’re looking deep into his once you’re able to find your voice, “yes Joel I’ll be good f’you, always good for you.”

He replies with a soft hum, “I know y’are baby,” that smirk that has your knees buckling under you appearing on his face, ”always s’good for me aren’t you, doin’ whatever I say.” His pupils dilate as they look down from your face and lower to your chest, finally landing on their designated target, where he knows you crave him the most.

“I haven’t even touched her and I know she’ll be dripping for me.” Joel’s calloused fingers travel down in between your breast and down to your bellybutton, lightly skimming the material of your dress. Sensually, Joel starts bringing the fabric of your dress up your legs, leaving goosebumps over the skin underneath that he’s traced over. As his touch wonders south his gaze doesn’t leave yours for one second, “am I right baby, you gonna be wet f’me?” You can’t keep the noises hidden; desperate pants and short breaths echoing through the room, showing him exactly what he does to you, “y-yes Joel please—I need—“

He beats you before you can finish your sentence, swallowing every broken syllable whilst you struggle to express how badly you want him, “what d’you need baby, tell me. Don’t be shy.”

You look at where he’s bunched up the fabric of your dress. He’s rubbing it in between his fingers, feeling the softness as his knuckles brush your inner thighs. You try swallow the nervousness that’s crept it’s way into your mouth, bracing your hands on the back of the wall.

Fuck Joel can’t take how overwhelmed and flustered you get, almost like you’re embarrassed to tell him exactly what you want, what you need. But he needs to hear it, needs that constant reassurance from you that he’s not overstepping any boundaries he’s set with you, wanting you to feel comfortable around him at all times, needing you to feel good.

Eyes still locked on his hands you whisper, “I want you— I want—your mouth.”

He raises his eyebrows slightly, small lines perched on his forehead, needing you to be more clear with him, “n’ where do you want my mouth? Gotta be specific with me darlin’.”

“Want you to touch me down there—your mouth on my pussy.”

His mouth curves upwards, “now that wasn’t so hard was it? You’re so polite aren’t you baby, s’good f’me.”

Before you can process his words, Joel’s dropping down to his knees, not wasting any more precious time as he lifts up the remains of your dress and pulls your panties down your legs, the dainty material pooling at your feet, your glistening cunt now visible to him.

No matter what Joel’s says or whatever he does, he’ll always have you dripping for him, completely drenched and seeping into your underwear. You can hear Joel hum against your skin in satisfaction, knowing exactly how wet you’d be for him, “n’ I was right, fuck darlin’ you’re soaking, always s’wet.”

He slides his one hand up your thigh and throws it over the top of his shoulder, keeping you steady, “stay real still f’me baby.” You simply nod your head, your body shaking above him as the adrenaline seeps through you, your legs already feeling light like jelly while he holds you up with his one hand. The moment his lips make contact with your glistening cunt you can’t help the desperate moans to leave your throat, body relaxing as he eases that ache in between your legs, intense pleasure already making its way through you and straight to your toes.

“That’s it baby, let it out, lemme hear you.” He flicks his tongue over the hood of your clit, twirling your sensitive bud with the tip of the muscle, then moving his way down your folds, catching every single drop of your arousal into his mouth, tasting the sweetness as it engulfs his tastebuds.

“Fuck darlin’ y’taste s’good, always taste so fuckin’ good—so sweet.”

His tongue feels hot against your core, the sounds of your arousal and him drinking all of you in fills your ears, bouncing off the walls whilst he keeps you firming pressed up against it, creating more release for him to devour as he continues to bring you to your peak. Even with his mouth devouring you whole, there’s a slight emptiness inside your stomach, your greedy core longing for his fingers to fill you up.

Both of your hands leave the wall and land onto Joels shoulders, holding them with a grip that could break through his skin, squeezing the muscles in hopes he’d see the plea caressing your face as his brown eyes look up to you, his mouth still working against you.

Just by Joel’s eyes you could see every single emotion imprinted in them, easily being able to read him like a book, and right now; lust and dominance covers his vision whilst he continues to fuck you with his tongue.

He hovers his mouth over you as his hot breath fans against your cunt, just inches away from his lips, “tell me baby, what else d’you want.”

“Your f-fingers Joel please fuck—inside.”

“How many baby, how many d’you want?”

“T-two please.”

He grins against your cunt, “m’good girl,” he hums whilst bringing his other hand up towards your hole and easing two fingers inside, growling at how effortlessly your pussy swallows his digit’s straight up to his knuckle, curling them towards himself so they instantly hit your sweet spot. He starts tapping the spongy spot inside that he knows only he can reach causing your eyes to role behind your eyelids and your head to hit the back of the wall.

You begin to pull on the Joel’s hair, the curls gliding easily through your fingers while he fucks you with his digits. You grind your hips down onto his mouth, using him the way you know will have the white lights coating your vision in sheer seconds, to reach pinnacle bliss.

And Joel let’s you. Fuck he loves the way you twitch and fuck yourself on him, giving you a slight glimpse of complete control over him, using him for your own personal gain. The groan coming low from his throat adds to the pleasure, the sound vibrating against your clit.

The straps of your dress seamlessly fall off your shoulders, landing in the middle of your arms and lowering your dress just so it rests at the top of your breasts, giving Joel a subtle glimpse of the plush skin under it. A sudden urge starts to build inside Joel, needing every inch of skin revealed to him. Continuing the momentum of his fingers, Joel unattaches himself from you, “pull your dress down, show me your tits baby—go on, lemme me see em.”

Bringing one hand up to your chest you easily pull the top of your dress down, your breasts now naked in view to the air around you and to Joel. You don’t know it’s the sudden flush of a breeze that has your nipples hardening in sensitivity or Joel’s lustful gaze as he eats in every curve and line of your skin. Whatever it is you need attention, guiding your soft touch up to squeeze and pinch the deprived skin.

This sets Joel off, making him hard like a fucking rock, thrusting his hips up into nothing to release some of the tight tension his cock currently felt, confined in the thin material of his boxers. What made it worse what that you had no incline to what you did to him, he could come in his boxers from the sight above him. “Fuck baby you’re so beautiful, so fucking perfect n’all for me.”

He brings his mouth back onto your cunt, swirling and sucking more vigorously, becoming impatient and overcome with need to feel you wrapped around his cock. He moves his arm up, replacing your touch with his so he feel the curves of your breasts against his palm, massaging the skin and pinching your sensitive buds between his fingers, causing your breath to get stuck in your throat.

His large hand envelopes your whole chest. You looked so small against him when he traces and grabs the flesh of your breasts with his fingers, the contrast of his aged skin, calloused palms and digits against your young, soft body sends him into overdrive.

That was one of Joel’s weaknesses. The moment he met you he knew you’ll change him, positive light beaming off you and blinding his vision. He’d been in this world much longer than yourself, and he had many scars to prove it. He’d never met anyone like you before, he consumed your purity, feeding his once cold heart and giving him a sense of purpose.

He’d give you anything and everything, and you’d give him it so willingly. Having you in this very moment, like this he knew he’d want it for the rest of his life. Right now he needs to feel you convulse and praise him while the flick of his tongue and the curve of his fingers overwhelm you, sending that tight knot in your lower stomach to creep it’s way to the surface and boiling over, “y’gonna come aren’t you. Can feel you clenching my fingers so tight baby.”

You nod you head dumbly, “oh my god— yes Joel fuck— I’m so close.”

You can feel his lips become tight against you, a smirk appearing across his face whilst he watches you wither above him. “Mmm that’s it— go on baby come on my face, fuckin’ soak me.”

Your head drops, watching Joel below you as he continues to edge you closer to your release. Your eyes become clouded with lust as you watch him work against you. He looks so unbelievably handsome in between your legs; his broad shoulders, his hairs messed up and his curls pointing in different directions by the way your held onto the strands, his large hand holding you up to the walls while he touches your breasts. The moment his deep brown eyes lock into yours you hit your peak, you start to convulse and shake above him, your pussy drenching his mouth and knuckle with your arousal as he catches every single drop of you onto his tongue. Your walls clench his fingers so tightly, your thighs caging his head in, holding him close to you. The sounds escaping your lips are sinful and crude but you don’t seem to care, knowing that Joel loves it when you let yourself really enjoy and delve in with what he’s giving you.

It isn’t until your pushing his head away from your cunt that Joel stops his motions, already feeling the sensitivity from your orgasm ease it’s way into your core, becoming overly responsive to his touch. He looks up at you, his mouth and chin glistening from your arousal as he makes his way back onto his feet, kissing up your stomach to the valley in between your breast, covering them in your wetness.

You toy with the curls on his scalp, pulling him closer and massaging his head while he continues to play with your breast, sucking your perky buds into his mouth as his grunts vibrate on your chest. He brings both hands up to your dress that’s still wrapped around you waist and pulls it down, the material pooling at your feet leaving you completely naked to him. Usually the thought of revealing every detail of yourself and him being still fully clothed would spark anxiousness and insecurity, but Joel never missed an opportunity to tell you how beautiful you were, no matter the situation. Being so vulnerable right now lightens up a fire in you, that burning ache making its way back into your stomach.

His hands touch you everywhere; gripping your face then lower to your waist and hips, his lips trailing burning marks on your skin as he claims you, “god baby y’gonna be the death of me.” He sighs against your chest, “need to feel on my cock darlin’, wanna fuck you baby—need it.”

You bring his lips up so their back on yours, your arousal still lingering as you taste yourself on his tongue, a satisfying hum leaving your lips and flowing easily into his mouth. “Then take me Joel, take everything.”

He moans breathlessly into your mouth, your words fueling the fire deep in his gut. He likes that, he likes how much you’d do for him, how much you’d give him. He lifts you up so both your legs wrap around his waist, feeling the tip of his hard cock against your bum as he walks you up the stairs, desperately getting you into his bedroom.

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Once you’re both inside Joel’s room he’s dropping your body down onto the bed, the cold touch of his quilt on your back making you gasp, swallowing you deep into the mattress while Joel hovers above you. One he removes himself from your touch his eagerness takes over his actions as he frantically undoes the buttons of his shirt. One his buttons are all undone he tosses the material into the corner and then begins to pull his belt through his belt buckle, then unzipping his jeans and pulling them down his tanned legs, his hard erection now only covered in his tight boxers which is now clearly evident, his pre-come coating the fabric.

You crawl over to him and place your weight onto your knees, reaching out to him as he stands at the foot of the bed, ushering him closer. You start to touch his wide chest and soft belly, moving your hands down lower and lower until the tips of your fingers reach his stiff erection which is still covered. You trace your touch from the side of his cock up to his sensitive head, feeling every vein and twitch against your fingertips. Licking your lips you bring your mouth down to lick at the arousal that clings to the material, the salty flavour coating your senses.

“Fuck darlin’” he murmurs, skimming his thumb across the curve of your cheekbone, “you want it bad don’t you, wasn’t my mouth enough f’you?”

He knows the answer before it’s left your lips, “never enough Joel, want your cock so bad—please.”

“Shit,” he huffs, running a hands through his hair, looking back down at you with wide and darkened eyes, “you needy little thing. Don’t worry baby I’ll give it to ya.” He can’t wait much longer, pulling both hands up to his waistband and tugging his boxers down his legs, his cock resting big and proud just under his belly button, little beads of pre-come escaping the tip of him and dripping down his veiny shaft.

It’s red and glistening, jerking with want and awaiting to be touched. To you it looks slightly painful, maybe uncomfortable for him with how much release is spilling out from the tip. It’s so long and thick, standing up confidently as you watch it in awe and admiration.

God Joel’s so fucking pretty.

You lift your hand up to his cock and wrap your dainty fingers around him, barely being able to cover most of him with how big he is. He winces at the touch, some of that built up tension being relieved by just the warmth of your hand. You start dispersing his release so it easily covers the whole of him, wetting him so you can glide your fingers and palm over him smoothly. Joel just stands there and watches you, watching with eager eyes as pleasure makes its way to his chest and lower stomach.

He brings his hand to your jaw, forcing your face up to look at him dead in the eyes, a little smirk making its way across his features, “gonna fill that pretty pussy up baby, wanna take care of you.”

All you do is nod, your mind completely lost for words, too overwhelmed to answer him back verbally. He doesn’t mind though, knowing that you can be like this when he overpowers you, and he fucking loves it.

“Wanna try somethin’ different today darlin’,” he says, moving his body round the bed so his heads resting against his pillow, ushering you with his hands to meet him at the top of the bed.

You can’t help the confused look that’s plastered on your face as you look at him, wondering why he’s not above you, like this usually goes.

“Joel what are you—“

“Y’gonna ride me baby, come on, come over here,” he pats his thigh, “sit on my cock like a good girl.”

Fuck. You hadn’t done this with him before and in fact ever. Joel was always the one to initiate and was always the one to take control, never being able to hold himself back with you, feeling his body above you as he fucks himself into you. This was new and you can’t help the anxiousness make its way across your face.

He senses the change in your emotions, “what’s wrong darlin’? You okay?”

You look down at your lap, intertwining your fingers together in hopes to ease your mind of it’s nerves, “it’s just— I’ve never done that before, with anyone so I don’t know if I’ll be good at it.”

Joel can’t help but your words go straight to his cock, pulsing and straining on the top of his stomach. Fuck you were so angelical and innocent. How could you be so apprehensive when the little things you did clouded his brain with desire. “Aw baby that’s okay, nothin’ to be nervous about. You gotta learn at some point. Lemme teach you, come ‘ere darlin.’”

Still a little uneasy and unsure, you slowly make your way over to him and sit yourself just at the top of his thighs, bringing your hands forward so they land on his chest to steady yourself, feeling the beating of his heart against your palm, the repetitive rhythm calming you own heart race down.

Joel’s aching cock rests just in between your thighs, his tip glistening the soft skin of his stomach and the light hairs that scatter his pubic region, coating it in his arousal. Seeing Joel like this, underneath you is something you’d always craved, and the image in front of you has your pussy convulsing in anticipation.

He rubs your thighs in small, delicate circles, caressing the skin with his thumb, “you have no idea what you do to me darlin’. Anything you do will make me feel good baby. God you look s’perfect above me— jus’ grind yourself on my cock f’now, get us nice and wet.”

Fuck he knows just what to say, his words making your pussy clench against nothing, dripping on the quilt below you and onto this thighs. Raising your legs you perch yourself down so the length of his cock nestles in between your folds, the both of you moaning in unison.

Joel’s hands hang onto the side of your hips more firmly, helping you build that confidence and flow that he knows the both of you will enjoy. With his assistance you start moving your pussy up and down his shaft, his tip and the ridges of his cock catching so perfectly on your clit, the shock making your back arch and more wetness to pool out of you, covering him with your juices.

Joel’s grunts under you, “good girl—shit darlin’ you feel incredible.” He’s not even inside your warmth yet and he already feels his orgasm approaching. You look directly into his eyes which are full of warmth and comfort, soothing as he gives you the reassurance that so far you’re doing well, “yes baby fuck—that’s it, y’doing s’good, fuckin’ soaking me.”

His words make your pussy flutter and Joel can feel it along his whole length. He can feel every pulse of your outer walls and your clit twitching when his head taps it. The way your hips move on him in consistent motions, overpowering him. Fuck he knows if he’s not inside you soon you’ll make him come just like this.

It’s like you can read his mind, wanting, craving his cock to fill you up, becoming slightly impatient and needy. This feels incredible but nothing could compare you to having him fully inside you. “Fuck Joel I think I’m ready, can I put it inside now? I wanna put it insi—“

“Fuck yes baby put me inside.”

Joel’s helping you lift your hips up whilst he looks down at his cock, which is now completely drenched in both of your mixed arousal. You’d usually be embarrassed by it, insecure even, but you knew how much Joel loves when you make a mess all over him, showing him how well your bodies reacting to him.

Joel grabs his cock and notches it at your entrance, swirling himself round your hole whilst looking up towards your face, watching every emotion that caresses your features. You look nervous, but Joel knows if he talks you through it, he’ll have you withering above him in no time. “Go real slow baby, I’m here, you’ll b’fine.”

You slowly and carefully start dropping your hips down onto him, his tip instantly making you feel full to the hilt. You hold onto Joel’s hands and he quickly accepts your grasp, intertwining your fingers together as your walls try to accompany his big size.

Joel’s fucked you many times, he’d fuck you at every given opportunity you’d both get, but somehow with you on top he feels so much larger than before. Lowering your hips deeper down, more inches of his length starts filling you up, “fuck Joel— oh my god.”

He squeezes both of your hands in comfort, “I know baby, you can do it, fuck—take your time.”

His breaths quickening underneath you, the tightness of your walls hugging him so well it makes his brain go fuzzy. He watches your face wince in discomfort, small whimpers leaving your throat as his cock stretches you out like never before. You try to slow your breathing, hoping it’ll help you adjust to him. Joel knows he’s much bigger than average but he can’t help but enjoy the way your pussy’s trying to suck him in, knowing that you’re struggling to take his size no matter how many times he’s fucked you hard and rough sends him into a shock of ecstasy.

Finally, the bottom of your thighs make contact with his groin, your walls completely full of him as you hold him still inside you. You’ve taken so much of him, feeling like he’s in your fucking stomach.

“That’s it baby, fuck y’feel incredible, squeezin’ me real tight.”

He feel’s everywhere all at once; you’ve never felt this full before. He’s so deep inside you that it’s actually made you lost for words, tears threatening to break through and run down your cheeks. He flexes his hips up, burying himself even deeper into your walls, a high pitch gasp escaping your dry throat, “talk to me,” he whispers, “tell me how you’re feeling darlin’.”

You feel like you’re on cloud nine and you haven’t even moved yet, knowing this could be over before you even start, the sensitivity from your previous orgasm coming back almost instantaneously. With half shut eyes you glance down at Joel, a drunk like smile appearing on your face from his constant reassurance, “feel s’full Joel— you’re s’good, you feel amazing.”

Fuck. You’re so fucking vocal, you’re never this verbal and it’s making his cock pulse inside you and his grunts to echo around your attached bodies. His hands are back on your hips, gripping the flesh securely, encouraging you to start moving on him, “shit sweetheart— go on baby move, fuck yourself on my cock, make yourself come.”

You start off with circling your hips on him, testing the water and preparing yourself fully for him, still needing to adjust to his size. Once you feel comfortable you gently lift yourself up so half of him stays stuffed inside and drop your hips back down, his cock knocking your g-spot in the process. The sudden pressure makes your spine curve backwards and your head to drop behind you, mouth fully agape as moans leave your lips.

“Oh fuck Joel,” you eyes widen in shock, jaw wide open as you continue to drop down onto his shaft. “Fuck yes.”

“Yeah? That’s it baby, ride me.”

Joel’s senses are overwhelmed by all of you as you lift yourself up and down on him, your pussy gliding so easily on his cock as your cunt continues to soak him, your release spreading onto his lower stomach.

After a few lifts of your hips you look back down at Joel. His face covered in a thin sheen of sweat, his bottom lip pulled in by his teeth. You raise your eyebrows, needing more reassurance and confidence in your movements, wanting him to enjoy this as much as you are, “a-am I doing okay?”

You’re so innocent it aches him. How the fuck did Joel get so lucky? He’d never get over how he’s the only one who sees you like this, the only one who gets to watch you fall apart. Knowing you want to be the best for him. “Doing s’well for me darlin’ you feel fuckin’ incredible, keep going.”

You start to gather a pace and rhythm that brings your orgasm closer to the edge, and by Joel’s reaction he’s not far off himself.

“Joel—,” broken syllables breaking up in your throat.

“I know baby, jus’ feel it,” Joel murmurs.

Joel places one hand onto your lower stomach and presses down, adding additional pressure on your tight core. He swears he can feel the tip of his cock hit his palm, so deep inside you, splitting you open. Instantly you can feel him send you that closer to the edge, your eyes widening as the intense pleasure abruptly rises up your whole body. You look at his hand that’s so easily able to cover your tummy, bringing your hands down hard onto his chest.

He looks so smug as he smirks up at you, loving how effortlessly he can have you coming all over him, “y’feel that baby? M’so fuckin’ deep aren’t I, can feel me in your stomach. Y’gonna come for me?— fuck I can feel you choking me.”

He always knows, he can feel exactly when you’re about to hit that edge and come for him. Your movements start to falter and Joel notices it, that rise of your orgasm making your whole body crumble, every limb becoming weaker with each drop of your hips.

You’re a panting mess above him, “Yes Joel fuck—m’gonna come.”

“Go on darlin’,” he grits his teeth, “wanna feel your pussy come all over me.”

Joel’s name is the last thing you remember saying as your orgasm washes over you and those well known white specks fill your vision. Your walls pulse and suffocate him as your whole body twitches above him, your thighs tightening around his hips, locking him in place as you ride the rest of your high out.

Your skin feels like it’s on fire, you can feel tears stinging in the corner of your eyes as Joel’s helps you ride out your orgasm, keeping you firm on his cock to prolong the ecstasy flowing through your body. Once that rush has passed over, you slowly blink yourself back down to reality, back down to Joel as your chest heaves in short but quick bursts, your legs still shaking as your high still lingers deep in your core. You must look so fucked out, a layer of sweat covering ever inch of your skin as you look at Joel, a smile plastered on his face.

“You okay baby? You did s’good, so perfect.”

You feel more than perfect. Your breathing gradually going back to normal and heart race slowing, the ringing in you ears easing out and your vision no longer blurry. So encased in your own pleasure you feel like you’ve forgotten Joel’s, “you didn’t come, wanted t’make you come.”

Without waiting for a response, you swirl your hips in small circles, a chocked moan to leave Joel’s mouth with how easy it is for you to be back in the moment. He brings his hands up to your chest, squeezing your breast and pinching your nipples in between his fingers, the sensitivity making you gasp above him.

“Y’wanna make me come? Go on then baby, keep riding me and make me come.”

It doesn’t take you long to pick up your pace, mixing your movements between rubbing against his cock and lifting yourself, watching his face contorts in pleasure, pushing him closer to his own release.

You wrap your one hand around his wrist, the one that’s still clenched hard on your breast and bring it up to your throat. Joel’s eyes are transfixed on your own actions, ushering him to squeeze down gently against your windpipe.

You’ve never gone this far with him before. Even though it’s you who’s creating the desire, you still feel a need to have him overpower you in some way. You start to caress the skin on his wrist with your thumb, “you love this don’t you Joel,” your breathless moans fill the room, “fuck you have no idea how much control you have over me. Wanna give you everything—want you.”

“Fuckin’ Christ,” he spits, clenching his eyes firmly shut. He’s never heard you like this, and fuck it was affecting him more than he thought it would. But right now even with your words, Joel knew he was still the one in charge, “this cocks ruined everything f’you hasn’t it baby? Fuck—no one will fuck you like I do.”

“Only want you Joel. No one else.”

He’s so close, your walls intentionally clenching around his length to bring him closer to his high. He furrows his forehead in concentration, a small wrinkle appearing in between his eyebrows, “fuck okay darlin’, I’m coming—shit, where d’you want it.”

You know exactly where he wants it, and Joel knows your response before it leaves your lips. The moment Joel filled you up for the first time he knew he was hooked. Of course he was adamant at first, knowing the possible risks but fuck he was too far gone. Using his hands to finish himself off was simply not enough. The way your walls felt around him as he emptied himself in you was heavenly, your tightness holding him stiff inside you. He had to fill you up each time, relishing in the way he’d drip out of you.

You love how he’s melting underneath you, his stomach tensing as he tries to hold on, “come Joel, come inside me—please—wanna feel you fill me up.”

Your words are what makes him fold, his voice becoming mumbled by his own release, “baby I’m coming,” his orgasm hitting him so intensely, his back arching off the mattress as grunts and your name slips past his lips in a chant. It’s all he can say, repeating your name over and over.

You feel his cock twitch inside you, filling you up with his hot come, marking you, claiming you as his. He’s panting, his orgasm knocking all of the air out of his lungs, blocking his airway as his climax courses through his body straight down to his toes. You eyes widen, mouth opening as satisfied breaths surround the thick air, your cunt milking him of everything he’s got.

Once he empties himself fully into you, once he feels complete satisfaction and finally feels in control of his body again, he’s able to come back to reality; that heavy weight being lifted off his chest, his breathing back in rhythm and his mind going into a state of calmness.

You drop your weight onto his chest when you know he’s felt every inch of his orgasm. His arms instantly wrapping around your waist as he clings you tightly to his frame, hearing the subtle beating of his heart against your ear. The sound and the gentle lift of his chest against your cheek makes you feel safe and warm, like you belong here and no where else—with him.

You let silence surround the both of you for a moment, appreciating the warmth that coats the two of you. The sudden sound of Joel’s voice brings you back to the room, “you okay darlin’?”

There it is, his constant reassurance. Your chuckle vibrates on his chest, “m’perfect Joel, you’re perfect.”

“You did s’good for me darlin’,” he huffs, his breaths starting to slow and sound deep, knowing that sleep will engulf him soon, his eyes becoming heavy. Before sleep takes over, he shuffles himself under you, “Let me get you a towel baby n’well—,”

“Don’t move Joel”, you whisper, fingers rubbing the sides of his stubble, “give it five more minutes, want you to stay inside me, wanna keep feeling you.”

Your words make his cock jump inside of you, fuck you bring out that teenager in him, becoming hard with just your sheer presence alone. Joel couldn’t remember the last time he’d been like this, you brought out this new and craving desire in him he thought he’d lost. He lifts his mouth up to yours and places a long kiss on your plump lips, humming contently into your mouth, “as it said before baby, y’gonna be the death of me.”

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