Ageless Secrets

Sixteen

Joel

Joel was fidgeting where he sat. He could get the image of her cunt out of his head. He only saw a glimpse when she sat down, but fuck, he already growing hard in his pants. He poured another glass of whiskey and threw it back. “Damn Joel, are you alright?”

He poured another and handed yn the bottle. “M'fine.” It wasn't very convincing but he couldn't just come out and say she was driving him crazy. He couldn't just grab her by the waist and pull her down on his dick. He couldn't bend her over every surface and fuck her til she was dumb and couldn't walk.

“You don't look fine.”

“Well, I am.” He regretted it as soon as he said it. He was too snappy with her…again. He took a deep breath and sighed. “I'm sorry. I'm just fucking stressed and tired.”

“Hmm. Well, maybe you should go back over with Ellie and get some sleep.”

“We haven't talked yet. I need ya to come with me. Help me. I can't take the kid with me. I'll end up getting her killed. I'm not a good person. She isn't safe with me.”

Yn scoffed, “Shut the fuck up, Joel. God, you are so self sabotaging. Selfish too.”

“How the hell am I selfish? I don't do anything to keep everyone else safe. I've put myself in some sticky situations just to keep you alive. I've taken hits so you didn't have to.”

“This is pointless.” She threw the blanket off and stood up. “All we do is argue and that turns into a screaming match. I get it, Joel, you hate me. I'm always in your way. I can't do anything right. This is your chance to finally get rid of me for good. So, just go! Don't let the fucking door hit you on the way out!”

She turned away from him and started to walk to the house. He cursed himself. He really knew how to put his foot in his fucking mouth. But she drove him fucking crazy. He shouldn't be attracted to a woman who is the same age as his own daughter would have been.

He shouldn't be thinking about how she would feel wrapped around him. What he mouth would look like sucking his cock. He was too fucking old for this teenage bullshit. His heart skipped a beat and stopped for a beat at the same time when he looked at her. He hasn't felt that way in a very, very long time.

Before he knew what he was doing he was already on his feet. He knocked back the whiskey in his glass and went after her. His hand wrapped around her wrist before she could even make it to the door. “What the…” He cut her off by crashing his lips onto hers.

She stood frozen, not moving or kissing back. He pulled away from her, looked down to see wide eyes and a confused expression. His hand moved on it in accord, wrapping around her throat, putting slight pressure on her pulse point.

“I am tired of your sassy ass mouth. Tired of your fucking attitude. I think it's time I give you an attitude adjustment. Fuck it right out of you. That's what you want isn't it? You want me to fuck you until that attitude of yours is dripping out of you all over my cock.”

The alcohol was what was making him be so bold and finally snap. He needs to stay away from her. That's why he pushed her away. That's why he was mean to her, cruel to her. When she moved here with Bill and Frank it was a relief. She would be safe and he wouldn't be so tempted to just take her how he wanted.

But he also found himself missing her. She was always on his mind. She pledged his mind really. He was distracted all the time because he couldn't stop thinking about her.

Late at night when he was alone he would lay in bed, his thrombin cock in his hand. The thought of her in his mind. Picturing what she would look like under him as he fucked in to her. He wanted to hear what kind of noise she would make for him. He wanted to hear his name falling from her lips as he brought her to an orgasm over and over. Needed to know what she tastes like.