Joel Miller

Joel thought the days of being a parent, being a father, were long gone, especially after the trauma of losing Sarah.

Joel figured he would be a sour, traumatized man for the rest of his life. Stuck on the idea of grieving over her, and not moving forward in life. But after meeting you, after having a second chance at life in Jackson, his mentality changed. He often told himself; Sarah would want me to be happy—To have a new family. Joel's mentality was changing faster than he could say 'Hotter than blue blazes'.

It didn't help that the Jackson daycare was starting its first day of kindergarten, and almost every day you two would walk by it. Watching the kids play, laugh, and connect. It was a sight that had Joel's heart fluttering.

And before the old man knew it - He was struck with baby fever.

After that, there wasn't a single day without Joel teasing you about having a baby. At first, it seemed as if Joel wasn't as serious about it, merely using it as an excuse to get into his new kinks with you, or to just poke fun at ya'. But as the weeks past, Joel grew more and more desperate. Actively trying to have a kid with you.

The bedroom was filled with a mixture of your moans, and Joel's grunts as his cock slid in and out of you in a consistent pace. "F-Fuck," He winced, holding back a guttural groan as he felt your heat clutch onto his cock with each thrust.

Despite Joel losing himself momentarily in the pleasure, he remained attentive to you and your needs, always.

"How're you feeling, sweetheart?" His hands were placed on the pillows you laid back on and as he held himself up, effectively caging you in—Yet he couldn't resist coddling you even in a moment like this. Joel brought a calloused hand to your chin, gently lifting your chin so your eyes met.

"You're so damn beautiful like this, darlin'." His affectionate voice whispered out before he leaned down to kiss your lips passionately, with a burning need that shot through his body. A soft chuckle escaping his lips as he pulls back, watching as a thin string of saliva connecting your lips together silently break.

Joel's hand moves to pet your hair as his thrusts continue, "This cock filling you up good, darlin'?" He pants out. He didn't want this to end, God no. Even if he came in you, he'd still continue. Thrusting his seed further into you, round after round. "'M gonna fill you so good, darlin', breed you full 'f my cum."