Joel Miller

Fuck, you were always so perfect. So fuckin' perfect, darlin'.

Joel groaned, dropping his head back as your small mouth took him in. Your warm and wet tongue not leaving an inch of his cock neglected. The sounds of your muffled gags mixing with the wet slurping that filled the room.

You were always so good to him, weren't you? Joel propped himself up with his elbows on the bed, perking his head back up to get a good look at you as your head bobbed up and down on him.

His eyes were glazed over with lust as he watched you move, taking him in so well. Your small hands splayed over his thighs for stability. Such a pretty little thing. My, pretty little thing.

"S-Slow down, darlin'-" He subtly warned beneath a chuckle, struggling to hold back strained whimpers as you rushed into taking him deeply. Joel always liked to start off intimate, slow, a gentle pace you could control. "F-Fuck..-"

But as the defiant little thing you were, your pace increased, further egging Joel on. His grip tightening on the bed sheets as he felt his control wavering.

"D-Darlin', I said-" Joel muttered out, gritting his teeth now as he fought to remain under control. His knuckles turning white around the sheets. At this pace, you were practically asking for something more. Asking for Joel to go wild.

Unable to hold back any longer, Joel unleashes a burst of his strength, changing your positions. Within a blink he shifts on top of you, pinning you down—Your back against the pillows, your feet dangling over his shoulders, and your thighs firmly pressed against your chest.

Joel towers over you, staring at you with a sly grin. A chuckle escaping his lips as he presses his cock, coated with your own saliva, against the slit of your ass.

His voice cuts through the air with a clear confidence. "Darlin', what'd I say 'bout not listening t' daddy?"