by B. B. Hamel
“Spread your legs wider,” he commanded, and I obeyed. He kept working me. “I want to get you down on your knees, begging for my cock.”
He slipped his fingers down my panties and began to rub my clit. Pure pleasure burst through my brain as he slowly rolled his rough fingers along my skin. I groaned, wanting him to take me, to fuck me rough. His fingers slipped down and pressed inside me as he pulled my hair back.
“Tell me you want to feel my cock slide down your throat,” he said. “Tell me you want me to fuck every single inch of you.”
“I want you to take me,” I said.
“Take you? I own you now.” He fucked my pussy with his fingers. “I own this tight cunt. I own your slutty little mouth. You’re my dirty girl.”
“What are you going to do with me?”
“I’m going to fuck your body until you can’t stand. I’m going to use you up until you’re left in a pile of sweat-soaked sheets, begging for more.”
“Owen,” I moaned, moving my hips, losing my mind at his dirty talk. I loved the way he talked to me. He was so bad, so incredibly, deliciously bad, and it only made me soaking wet. His flingers slipped in and out of me.
“Strip for me,” he commanded.
I pulled off my shirt and my sports bra. He grabbed my hips and spun me around, pushing me over the counter roughly. I moaned as he slapped my ass hard and then pulled my hair.
“Look at this fucking ass,” he said, his fingers teasing my pussy. “You’re just begging to get fucked rough and deep, aren’t you? That’s all you can think about when you’re around me. You want my cock to break your body.”
“Fuck,” I gasped as he pressed his fingers inside me. “Oh shit, Owen. You asshole.”
He laughed and then slapped my ass harder. I groaned as I felt him pull his fingers out and drop to his knees behind me.
He began to lick my pussy from behind, spreading me wide open. I groaned as he spread my legs wider, his tongue finding every inch of me, licking me up and down. He tongued my tight pussy, pressing deep inside, and then slapped my ass again.
“I love the way you fucking taste,” he said. “Dripping wet on my tongue.” He kept at it, sucking my pussy and licking me. It felt incredible and dirty, which was exactly what I wanted from him. He kept at it, licking and sucking faster before pulling back and pressing his fingers inside me.
He pistoned his fingers in and out. “Beg for my cock,” he said. “Beg for it.”
“Please,” I moaned. “Owen, don’t tease me.”
“I fucking love teasing your little cunt.” He slapped my ass again and stood up. I could feel his hard cock through his shorts. “Turn around.”
I turned. He pressed me down to my knees and then pulled his shirt off. I looked up at his ripped body, his tattoos, and his intense eyes.
I slowly pulled his shorts down and then his black boxer briefs. His cock was thick and hard as I slowly licked him base to tip.
“Don’t be fucking shy,” he said. “Suck that cock, you dirty girl. Use those fucking lips. Take my cock down your throat.”
I took him into my mouth and started to suck his tip. He groaned and pressed my head down farther, pushing his cock down my throat. I moaned and began to suck him like that, letting him press my head down.
“Touch yourself while you suck me off,” he said. “I want to hear you moan with my cock down your throat.”
I obeyed, rubbing my clit as I sucked his cock, taking him deep into my throat. Pleasure rolled through me, pleasure and desire as he fucked my mouth and I rubbed my own clit. I’d never touched myself in front of someone before, but it felt so natural to let Owen watch.
“That’s right,” he said. “You’re so fucking desperate for it. You love touching your little clit. Rub that dripping wet pussy, you dirty fucking girl.”
I pulled back, taking a deep, gasping breath and jerking his thick cock off. I spit into my palm and worked it into his shaft, and he groaned.
“You fucking dirty girl,” he said. “Come here.”
He bent over and grabbed me, lifting me up. He carried me to the table and put me down. He put my feet flat on its surface and then pushed me back before licking my clit and sucking my pussy.
I gripped the edge of the table as he went at me like a starving man.
“Fuck, I couldn’t wait another second,” he said. “I needed to suck this clit. I needed to taste your little pussy.” He used his teeth, his tongue, his lips to work my clit. I groaned as I felt him press his fingers deep inside me while he sucked my clit, working my body.
I was already on the edge. Owen kept me there, masterfully working my body, pushing me close to getting off and then pulling me back again. He was frustrating me on purpose, taking my body the way he wanted me.
He stood up and grabbed my hair. “Tell me you want to feel my cock spread you open,” he said.
“Please,” I begged. “I need it.”
“Stay.” He turned away.
“Wait,” I said. “Don’t. I want to feel you.”
He looked back at me intensely. “Are you sure?”
“Yes,” I begged. “Please.”
He pushed me back down flat onto the table and spread my legs wide. He pressed his cock against me and slowly slid it deep inside me.
I gasped and groaned, loving the feeling of his thick cock bare inside me. I wanted him so badly and couldn’t wait another second. I didn’t want a single thing between us as he slowly slid himself out and in, fucking my tight cunt.
“That’s right,” he said, taking my chin and making me look him in the eyes. “Your cunt is mine. Your lips are mine. Every inch of you is going to be mine.”
“Take me,” I said. “I’m yours.”
“You’re mine to do whatever I want with. You’re a slut begging for more.”
“Please, I’m your slut.”
“That’s right.” He kissed me as he pressed himself deep inside me. I gasped as he began to fuck me faster, sliding in and out, my pussy dripping wet.
He moved back and spread my legs wider before fucking me hard. I had to grab the edge of the table hard to steady myself as he slammed inside me, working my pussy with hard, swift strokes.
“Keep going,” I gasped. I was so close already, teetering on the edge. He smirked at me and fucked me rough, a savage taking his prize.
He began to rub my clit as he fucked me, and I knew that was going to be it. I felt the orgasm roll through me, exploding through my body, making my twitch and moan. I couldn’t stop myself. I just tipped my head back and let him have me as the orgasm powered through my skull.
Slowly, it passed. He smirked at me, fucking me slower, kissing my lips. “Good girl,” he said. “That’s my good girl.”
“Shit, Owen,” I said, still twitching. “Oh my god. That was amazing.”
“I’m just getting started.”
“What?”
“I told you, I’m taking every inch of you.”
“What do you mean?”
“Get up.”
He pulled me off the table and moved me back toward the counter. He bent me over, spreading my legs and my ass.
“Every inch,” he said.
I looked over my shoulder. “Owen, I can’t.”
“You’re mine. Tell me you want me to fuck your tight little ass.”
I bit my lip. I’d never had a man inside me that way before.
I nodded, nervous.
He grabbed a handful of my hair and steered me back down to my knees. He pressed his cock into my mouth again.
“Get it wet,” he ordered.
I sucked him, using my saliva to coat his thick cock. When I was finished. He pulled me back to my feet and bent me over again.
I was nervous as he pressed his cock against my tight ass. He slowly pushed himself inside me, and I gasped.
“Relax,” he whispered in my ear. “Give yourself to me.”
I nodded and relaxed. It hurt at first, but it hurt in an incredibly weird and g
ood way. I couldn’t believe it, but as he pushed himself deep inside me, I actually enjoyed it.
“That’s right,” he groaned as he began to slowly fuck my ass. “You fucking dirty girl. You like this, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I gasped. “Oh my god, I do. Holy shit, Owen.”
“I knew you would.” He pulled my hair, tipping my chin back, and kissed me as he fucked me deep and slow.
I groaned, rolling my hips and taking him. I’d never felt so taken before, so completely dominated. But Owen fucking me like that from behind made it so complete, so intense. He reached around my hips and rubbed my clit as he fucked my ass from behind.
He worked faster, harder, working me, fucking me. He teased my nipples and felt my breasts as he fucked me, faster and harder, taking me. He had started out slow, but he was getting rougher. He slapped my ass and then went back to working my clit.
I moaned, taking him, losing myself in the complete and total dominance.
“Fuck, I’m so close,” he groaned in my ear. “Your tight little ass is incredible. God damn, Taylor, you fucking wreck me.”
“Keep going,” I moaned as he worked my clit. “Come on, Owen. Keep fucking me.”
He grunted and fucked me. My body was dripping with sweat as we moved as one in the kitchen.
“I’m close,” he groaned again. “I want to come on those fucking tits. I want to cover your beautiful fucking tits.”
“Come wherever you want,” I moaned. “I’ll do whatever you want.”
He grunted and pulled back, spinning me, making me half crouch. I began to work my clit where he left off, rubbing myself furiously as he stroked his thick cock.
I moaned and looked up at him. He stared down at me, stroking his cock as I stroked my own clit, and I knew I was going to come again.
“You’re mine now, you dirty fucking girl,” he said. “I’m going to break you, again and again, and you’ll beg for more. Tell me you want more.”
“Fuck, Owen, I want more. I want so much more.”
He grabbed my hair as I rubbed my clit, and then he groaned.
Owen came hot and thick all over my chest. He covered my breasts with his cum, and watching his orgasm tipped me over into my own. I rubbed myself faster, pushing my back against the cabinets to keep myself from falling over.
He came hard on my chest as my orgasm exploded through me. Every bit of me was aching an exquisite pain, and the orgasm only intensified every feeling. I tipped my head back, moaning and saying his name as we came together.
The orgasm slowly ended. He stumbled back and grabbed a towel for me from the counter. I collapsed onto the ground, wanting to feel him again. He got down next to me, grabbing me and pulling me against his chest.
“Shit,” was all he said, and I nodded.
I felt so destroyed, aching and incredible. I snuggled up against him as he held me, feeling that incredible floating freedom only an orgasm could bring.
I didn’t know what was going to happen from here. I didn’t really care.
All I cared about was giving myself to Owen and letting him take me however he wanted.
24
Owen
The only thing I could think about all the next few days was how she had given herself to me so completely.
Taylor was afraid of me, but she trusted me. That meant more to me than anything else. She trusted me with her body and with her career, and I had to find a way to pay that trust back.
I had started by giving her the best orgasm of her fucking life, and I’d finish by doing better than that.
We were just getting started. I could feel it deep inside my bones. She knew my darkest secret, and she still didn’t reject me. Or at least she didn’t outright reject me; things were still strained between us at practice.
When I tried to confront her about it, all she said was that she was afraid of getting involved with a man with mafia ties. I couldn’t blame her, so I didn’t push. We still talked and joked while we did my rehab, but we didn’t sleep together again.
It wasn’t like I didn’t try. After I left her apartment that day, I figured we’d be doing that more often. But when I texted her the next night after work, inviting her over to my place, she didn’t even bother to answer. She had some lame excuse about her phone dying the next day, but I’d gotten the hint.
Maybe she didn’t hate me, but she wasn’t sure she was ready to take this to the next level.
That was fine by me. I could wait a little bit longer if that was what she needed. I understood that what had happened between us was intense, and she’d need a little bit of space to process it. I wasn’t going to force her to do something she didn’t want to do.
I needed her to give herself over to me willingly.
The days passed like that, and I felt like we were in a holding pattern. My money issue wasn’t solving itself, and the next game was fast approaching. If I lost another big bet, I was going to be in a pretty deep hole that not even a paycheck could cover.
Sunday afternoon. The sun was shining and the weather was gorgeous as the team stepped onto our home field. I wasn’t dressed to play, so I was stuck over on the sidelines with the coaches and the support staff.
I hated being benched. I knew it was only to let my knee heal, but I still couldn’t stand it. I watched Kennings warm up, and he looked pretty good. He had never been a starter and had bounced around between teams for years, but he was a solid performer. He wasn’t a young guy anymore, though.
Still, guys had breakout years all the time. All they needed was one opportunity and one good game to really get out there and do something. Just because he’d never done it before didn’t mean he wasn’t going to make something happen now.
And there I was on the sidelines, totally helpless. It was an awful fucking feeling. My career was at stake, and a lot of money was riding on my team’s performance, and I was as useful as any other asshole sitting in the stands and getting wasted.
The team took the field for the first drive, having opted to receive the ball first. They pushed down the field, with Kennings taking a few decent runs, and ended up kicking a long field goal.
The rest of the first quarter was surprisingly boring. I had thought it was going to be a blowout for us, but the Browns were putting up a fight. Kennings was running okay, not great, and although that made me feel safe in my job, it made me worry about my fucking money.
In the second quarter, Kennings broke out a big run. It was a delayed handoff from shotgun, and he managed to pick his way between the defenders to run for thirty yards. That play put my team in position to score on a quick slant passing play over the middle.
Halftime rolled around, and we headed into the locker room winning ten to nothing. Coach gave some speech about playing tight on defense, about finishing tackles, and about winning close games, but I wasn’t listening.
I was too busy imagining what would happen if Kennings came out and broke a few more big runs.
Maybe I was being selfish. Maybe I should have just been excited for my team to win.
But fuck that. This was my job. If I lost my spot, I may never regain it again.
The team cleared out of the locker room, and I found myself alone. I could hear the roar of the crowd as I leaned back against a locker, staring up at the ceiling. I didn’t want to go back out there, but I knew I couldn’t just hide like a fucking baby.
“Hey.”
I looked up. “Hey.”
Taylor smiled at me. “Can I sit?”
“Sure.”
She sat down next to me. “I bet this is hard.”
“Yeah.”
“Not fun watching someone else do your job.”
“No, it’s not.”
“He sucks, though.”
I laughed. I couldn’t help it. “He’s playing fine.”
“No, he’s not. He hasn’t broken a single tackle all game. That one lucky run aside, he’s basically grinding for three yards per carry. His stats aren’t good.”
“That’s a good point.”
“He doesn’t look like you do on the field, either.”
“What do you mean?”
“You just look . . .” She trailed off, trying to find the words.
“Handsome? Sexy?”
“In control.”
“I’d prefer handsome, but I’ll take that.”
“Kennings looks like a lost little kid trying his best. You look like you belong on that field.”
I nodded at her. “Thanks.”
“I mean it. I’m not just saying it because, you know.”
“I know what?”
“Because we’re doing whatever it is we’re doing.”
I laughed again, shaking my head. “What are we doing, Taylor?”
“I don’t know.”
“One second you want me to take you, and the next you’re holding me at a distance.”
She looked away. “I’m just scared.”
“I know you are. But what are you scared of?”
“The mafia.”
“I don’t think that’s it.”
She stood up. “No? So it’s totally unreasonable for me to be afraid of the mafia?”
“I didn’t say that. I just don’t think the mafia is the real issue.”
“Go ahead and tell me then, Owen, since you know me so well.”
“Okay.” I stood up and stepped toward her. “I think you’re afraid of me.”
“I’m not afraid of you.”
“I think you are. Or maybe you’re afraid of yourself when you’re around me. I’m not sure there’s a difference.”
“You think I’m out of control around you?”
“You think that.”
“No. You’re so damn arrogant.”
“Maybe, but I’m right.”
“Listen to me, Owen,” Taylor said, looking back at me angrily. “You don’t know everything. Things between us are so messed up.”
“So why are you here then?”
“Because . . .” She shook her head. “I don’t even know.”
“Because you can’t help yourself. You want to be around me.”
“Asshole.”
