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demonsanddemogorgons · 2 years ago

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Sunny in Philadelphia - A Joseph Quinn Story (Chapter 13)

CONTENT WARNING: MATURE CONTENT/SMUT. MINORS DNI. Seriously, scram. And if you don't like rpf, this story isn't for you. Don't let the door hit ya where the good lord split ya.

Chapter 13 - I'll Never Understand

After it started getting dark, you took Joe back to your house. He took a shower to wash up after hiking while you took care of Jango for the evening, putting food and water out for him and letting him outside. You went to take your own shower and, after getting out to get dressed, you peaked in your room and saw Joe settled in your bed with the end table lamp on. He was wearing sweatpants and no shirt, his silver chain hanging down over his chest and glasses resting on his nose. He sat with his back against the headboard while working on a book he had packed. You smirked to yourself as you snuck past to the room where you kept your clothes. Nothing in the world could make him more attractive. Seeing him like that made you more excited, and you wanted to show him how much. You went into the spare room quietly and got out a sheer red lace slip and the matching red thong to put on. Sneaking into your bedroom doorway, you spoke to get his attention.

“I see you’ve made yourself right at home.”

“Yes, I hope that’s alright,” he said, face still glued to his book. “I-“ he stopped as he had finally glanced up and got a good look at you, his eyes widening as he slid his glasses off his face and sat them on the end table, along with his book. “Wow.” He sat up, his eyes not leaving you, as you made your way to his side of the bed, standing beside him. His hands reached for your sides, running his fingers over the lace material, and settling them on your hips as he looked up at you standing before him. He pulled you down by your hips to straddle him, holding you by placing his hands flat on your upper back, and leaning back to get another look at you in your lingerie, speechless. “All for me?” he forced out, staring at you in awe.

“No one else,” you smirked, wrapping your arms around his neck as he grunted lightly in lust.

“Absolutely breathtaking,” he said so softly that it was almost a whisper, leaning in and beginning his work on your neck, placing sloppy kisses and bites along it. You leaned your head back with a lustful sigh in response to give him more access. He made his way down to your chest, kissing over your collar bones and kneading your breasts over your slip. You absentmindedly grinded against him lightly at his touch, causing him to let out a low growl and pull away. “Darling, you will be the death of me,” he said, pulling the straps of your slip down off your shoulders. He kissed you passionately, only breaking it to pull the slip over your head. He moved his mouth back down to your chest, beginning his assault on your breasts. He kissed every inch of them, licking your nipples and kneading them. You continued grinding on him in nothing but a thong, feeling the bulge in his sweatpants growing. He turned the two of you over, so he was on top of you, and moved down to your pelvis, his lust-filled eyes taking in every inch of your naked body as he went. He bent down and hooked the side of your thong in his teeth, pulling it down your leg slowly until you were fully naked. He threw it to the side on the floor and put his attention back on you, leaning down and beginning to lick at your bud. You whined at the sudden contact and began grinding against his tongue. You let him do this for a minute or so to get you warmed up, but you had other plans. You lightly tugged on his hair to get his attention, pulling him away from your core. He lifted his head from between your legs and looked up. You grabbed his shoulders and pulled him back up to you. He straddled you, and you hooked your fingers in the waistband of his sweatpants, pulling them and his boxers down off his hips. Your mouth watered as you watched his member spring free from underneath. He worked his pants the rest of the way down and tossed them aside, fully naked on top of you. You took this opportunity to go along with your plans. You flipped him over and straddled him. His eyes widened and a small smile formed on his face in surprise at your sudden strength and desire to be in control. You moved down to his pelvis, his member an inch from your face.

“It’s my turn to take care of you,” you said to him softly but firmly, flashing your eyebrows. Joe didn’t argue; he could tell you meant business.

“Yes, ma’am,” he smirked, placing his arms behind his head, letting you get to work on him. You licked his member from base to tip, causing him to close his eyes and let out a lustful exhale from the sudden pleasure, his head falling back. He kept his eyes closed as you began sucking and working your mouth over him. You noticed this and stopped.

“No. Look at me, Joe. I want to see those eyes.”

His eyes snapped open, and his head turned down to you. He didn’t say it, but he was impressed by your dominance. It was a side of you he had yet to see, and he was very much enjoying it. You went back to what you were doing, working on him slowly, making your mouth as tight as you could without hurting him as he watched you.

“Baby, that mouth is magic,” he exhaled, breathing heavily. You smirked and stopped sucking.

“You just wait.” His eyebrows raised in surprise as you moved back up and straddled his hips, taking his member in your hand and rubbing the tip over your folds that were wet just from seeing him at your disposal. He grunted quietly at the sensation. You slowly sat down on him, both of you letting out moans. You began riding him, starting out slow to adjust to his size. You picked up the pace, bouncing on him, your hands behind you on his thighs to balance yourself. His eyes were glued to your breasts as they moved with you. You felt his member twitch inside you at the sight as he reached up and massaged them, running his thumbs gently over your nipples. You stopped bouncing and sat all the way down on him, grinding your hips against his, back and forth, in circles, the works. Joe moaned and grunted at this; he couldn’t believe how good it felt. You watched his facial expressions. Those alone, knowing they were a result of your doing, sent shock waves to your core.

“Fuck, baby. Oh, that’s good, that’s s-so good.” His hips began thrusting up into you with perfect timing. “D-darling, I-I’m going to cum.”

“Hold it, baby. I’m almost there.” You grinded faster, chasing your own climax. Joe’s moans and breaths got louder as he tried his best not to let go.

“I-I c-can’t hold it any l-longer!”

You both snapped and released together, moaning and grunting in unison with heavy breaths. Your hands tightly gripped his arms as you rode out your high, leaning down to get closer to him. His hands wandered all over you, trying to feel every inch of the outside of you while his seed filled you. His lips made their way around your neck and chest, lustfully kissing and biting you through his high and heavy breaths. When your climaxes were finished, you pulled yourself off him and laid down beside him. Joe laid beside you, still on his back, speechless and winded.

“Bloody hell,” he forced out. You looked over at him with a grin, still catching your breath yourself.

“Good, baby?” you asked, even though you already knew the answer. He turned to look at you with a facial expression that said are you kidding me?

“Good? Darling, that is quite the understatement,” he chuckled, turning to pull you closer to him, and kissing your neck. “You are a goddess. I will gladly let you be in charge any time you want, my love.”

You giggled and smirked, kissing him gently.

“Good, because you can’t take care of me forever, and what I do to you? Mmmm, love to see it.”

Joe chuckled quietly, pulling you back in for another kiss.

“You have so much power over me, darling. More than you will ever know.” He stared at you for a bit without speaking, his eyes glistening as he stroked your cheek gently with his thumb.

“What’s wrong?” you asked, wondering why he was looking at you like that.

“Nothing, love, I’m just trying to comprehend how anyone could possibly take you for granted.” He was thinking of your ex-husband and how he treated you, neglecting you, discarding you like trash, looking for gratification in someone else, someone better, as if that existed. It made Joe angry, fuming. How could he possibly need anyone else? He had this right in front of him and it wasn’t enough, that bastard. “I’ll never understand.”

The unspoken truth was, Joe didn’t have to understand. He was ready and willing to pick up the pieces of you and tape them back together, if it meant he could spend one more day with you. He wanted you, all of you, the good and the bad. Your baggage meant nothing to him. He wanted you to love yourself again, to drop the weight from your shoulders. He wanted the absolute best for this woman he had known for merely a week. He had never felt this way about anyone before, such a responsibility to love and care for someone he barely knew. A week with you felt like decades to him. He had heard people describe that and never knew what they meant until then. He made a promise to himself in that moment that he would always do his best to make you feel like the most important and beautiful girl in the world (as if he hadn’t already). He would make sure that, if you got anything from being with him, it was love, affection, and support. He wanted you to be the main focus of his efforts, an aspect of his life that was of equal importance, if not more, than his job. A director he worked with had told him to find a happy balance between his home and work life. He never understood what that truly meant, until he met you. He didn’t have anything to come home to, until you. He would always do his absolute best to make you happy and ensure that you left this world when it was your time feeling loved and appreciated if it was the last thing he did. Whatever it was that your ex-husband made you feel, he wanted to be the first and the last to make you feel the opposite. He was falling madly in love with you, and fast, but what he didn’t yet realize was the feeling was mutual.

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