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“Jesus..”
Joel’s breath hitched in his throat as your hand rubbed against his growing length through his jeans. Your tongue darted out and wet your lips as you palmed him. You were already on your knees, a mischievous smirk plastered on your lips.
The pair of you were behind the local bar in the middle of Jackson. Joel insisted on going back to his place so he could bed you properly — and to reduce the chances of exposing your secret relationship with him — but you decided you couldn’t wait any longer.
It was a lot easier for you to convince him to let you blow him in public than he thought.
Joel has morals, he always has. Yet, somehow, you always seem to make him break every rule and barrier he’s created.
It was safe to say you always kept him on his toes.
He could still hear the faint music of the C.D player from within the bar and glasses clinking together. He silently prayed that no one had wondered where the pair of you ran off to. Joel looked around, shoulders tensing when he saw how scarce the streets of Jackson were.
It had to be around midnight, he assumed. Most residents usually were in bed around nine so they could wake in time for guard duty or patrol.
“Mmm. So big.” You cooed, eyes hooded with desire.
Joel threw his head back against the harsh brick, snapping his eyes shut. He titled his hips toward you when you began to unbutton his jeans, reaching in and fishing his cock out. He was red and flushed to the tip. Veins coated his length, making his cock look intimidatingly thick. You licked your lips at the sight.
It didn’t take much to get him worked up — it never did. He was already throbbing and aching, needy for your touch. You pumped him leisurely, making him sigh with content. He opened his eyes, coffee colored orbs connecting with yours.
Your thumb grazed across his tip using a bead of his precum to lubricate his cock. Wrapping both hands around him, you stroked him at a decent pace — not too fast, not to slow.
“Forgot how good you were with your hands.” He chuckled breathlessly, his hands roaming to brush some stray strands of hair behind your ear.
You snickered, quickening the pace a bit. Your hands were much softer and smoother than his. Even in the literal apocalypse, your skin was always smoother than butter.
He assumed it was just a woman thing — having soft skin, that is.
You lapped at the underside of his cock, taking your time. His lips parted when you peppered sticky kisses on his member. Joel stared down at you with hooded eyes, mind completely drunk with lust.
Your eyes never left his as you took him in your mouth, your eyes fluttering slightly, struggling to take all of him and his girth. You managed, though, and used your hand to pump what you couldn’t suck. Joel sighed at the feeling of your tongue swirling around his aching member. You moaned around him, making him shudder.
His hands found purchase in your hair, grabbing a fistful and using it to guide you up and down on his length. Your free hand rested on his thick thigh for support.
He twitched in your mouth when you flattened your tongue, making it incredibly easy to slide in and out of your pretty lips. You began to drool a bit, salvia dripping from your tongue and splattering onto your cleavage.
His eyes followed a particular bead of salvia that flowed down the crevasses of your tits. Joel never thought he could be envious of salvia — but here we were.
A profoundly raunchy thought seeped its way into his mind.
“Lemme’ see those tits, darlin’.” He grunted.
Naturally, you obliged, removed him from your mouth, making his cock rebound back and slap against his clothed stomach.
You teased him, slowly reaching up and pulling the top of your tank top down, revealing yourself to him. He revealed the slight bounce of your tits when they sprang free from the confines of your shirt.
Joel groaned at the sight. He’s seen you naked a trillion times before, but each time felt like the first.
He grabbed himself, pumping a few times at the sight of your tits on full display for him. You grabbed both breasts in your hands and played with them, putting on a show for him.
“Jesus, baby.” He stroked himself at the sight. “You gotta let me fuck those pretty tits.”
You smiled all sickly sweet at him and jutted your chest toward his throbbing cock.
He quickly adjusted himself so he was low enough to slip in-between your tits. He was a decently tall guy, so he was forced to awkwardly squat in order to be in line with your tits. It made you giggle.
“Help me out here, girl.” He huffed, an amused twinkle shining in his eyes.
“Someone’s eager.” You titter.
He ignores that.
You ultimately comply, though, and sit up on the back of your heels, making yourself a few centimeters taller. Joel straightened his posture.
“Mmm. Just like that.” He praised, slapping his cock on your tits.
He shamelessly ogled at the way your breasts jiggled with each slap. He ran his cock against the rope of saliva that coated your chest, loving the filthy look of his saliva drenched cock on your perky tits. Joel gave you a few more good slaps before slipping his cock between your breasts.
You grabbed both tits again and pushed them together, creating the most euphoric friction he’s ever felt in his life. He couldn’t stop the whimper that erupted from him. Joel thrusted, the tip of his large cock nearly prodding against your collarbones. You dipped your head so your lips could meet him, licking and sucking the leaking tip with each flick of his hips.
“So good, babydoll.” He breathed, taking a handful of your hair in his fist again.
You moaned, sending vibrations all throughout his body. He twitched in your mouth at the feeling. Your hands began to play with your hardened buds, flicking and pinching your sensitive nipples.
Joel tuned into your hums and mewls as he fucked your tits. It filled him with a sense of pride knowing you enjoyed getting him off just as much as he enjoyed getting you off.
He always said that relationships should be 50/50.
He was entranced at the sight of his cock slipping in between your tits with ease. Sure, nothing could compare to actually being inside you and fucking you proper — but this definitely came in a close second. This was the type of thing he’d only ever seen in those cheesy porn DVDs he scavenged from a run down video store.
Joel watched as you removed his clock from between your lips and spit on his tip, helping him slide in-between your tits with ease.
He felt his balls swell at the sight, the brink of his orgasm coming sooner than he desired. His moans raised an octave, an all too familiar knot building in his core. The muscles in his stomach contracted with each breath he took.
A sinfully sexy smile was dancing on your lips. He continued to thrust in-between your breasts. Your tits were drenched in your drool now, the slutty look driving him crazy.
“You gonna cum for me, handsome?” You purred.
He nodded, eyebrows furring in concentration as he continued to fuck your tits.
“Want you to cum in my mouth. Need to taste you.” You cooed before dipping your head back down and finishing the job.
The second your lips wrapped around the tip of his cock he exploded in your mouth, never ending ropes of hot, searing cum shooting out his cock and down your throat. You removed his length from between your tits and feverishly pumped him, drawing out his orgasm.
He groaned and whined as he came, his hands slightly tugging at the root of your hair. White hot pleasure flooded his body faster than a broken dam. His eyes snapped shut from the intensity of it.
He eventually pulled away, a silent way of telling you he was being overstimulated. You released him, wiping some access cum from your lips with the back of your hand.
Joel fell back against the brick wall, all limp and fucked out. (even though you only sucked him off and played with your tits a little.) A post-sex glow radiatied on his face. He was already worn out, his old age catching up with him quicker than he preferred. A small smile danced on his lips.
“What?” You asked, your smile mimicking his as you pulled your tank top back over your breasts.
“I think I’m getting too old to keep up with you.” He chuckled, neatly tucking himself back into his jeans.
You laughed along with him, standing up and wrapping your arms around his neck. You placed a meaningful kiss on his cheek.
“I think you kept up just fine, Texas.”